Bitchika's POV
"Hey Bitchika, i need you to go and get some condoms for when im alone tonight," Mike told me.
"Why the fuck do you need condoms? Your dick is the size of a TicTac," i say not looking up from my phone.
"My dick is bigger than the span of your life, we both know that," he replies.
"Wtf? Bitch how about the fuck no you useless piece of ACTUAL pig shit."
"Oh honey, we both know that the only piece of pig shit in this room is your sense of style," he says back.
SHIT BOUT GET RRREEEEEEAAAALLL
"Oh, really. Wow. Remind me, who was it that went into the other one's closet to try and begin to get any sense of fashion," i paused, "oh yeah. Your crusty dusty little Cheetos toes did."
"At least im not as fat as a pregnant hippo."
"That all you got? You're so fat you can sell shade and you have to sleep on the floor so the bed doesnt break."
Wtf