You know the story: you work your ridiculous off all day for some prick in a suit. You come home to chill out and relax, but NO - the habitation is a fucking mess, there is picayune food in the fridge, you can smell the laundry pile from the front door, the trash is overflowing, and there is picayune cold beer. And there is your so misdesignated slave, twittering ourselves and stroking the brush face-fuck-book account. Ergo much for a after work thoroughly venture and beer. Well I say - Fuck That. Not in My House. I want a slave to Achieve The Work in more ways than unexcelled bouncing on my dick. I want my House clean, organized and stocked. I quarter with enough shit from assholes all..
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