Fuck you, why is that my job? Am I a clown? Are you a six year old at a birthday party? Why am I slated to be your Joe Pesci?
I’m not, bitch. Your pussy doesn’t give you magical powers that turns men into dolls. It doesn’t squirt giggle dust.
For those who don’t know, we guys have a dick. This dick is, in fact, a magic wand that grants women the wish of feeling special. Without dick, women can’t feel special. They feel lonely and collect animals and romance novels to relieve the building stress of having cunty friends.
To get this magic, women must entertain us. They must pass our tests, make us interested, beg us to fill them with meat.
Men who dance for pussy on request jerk off tired.
Men who has pussy dance for him has a cook for the morning.
Which one do you want to be?