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Yup. Myself, being an independent fucking brilliant thinker with a 150 IQ, I'm not prone to peer pressure. So getting a tattoo was never really on my agenda. Probably because my superior intellect prevents me from being whimsical. However, if I were to get a tattoo, I would not simply walk in and open the book of bad samples that is on every shitty tattoo parlor's dirty, fingerprint covered glass counter. I'd probably draw my own, but being a savant, I cannot draw for the life of me. Contrary to the opening paragraph, this isn't about me. This is about a whore, a whore who loves to please. You could put puppy kibble in her mouth, pat her head, and she's unzipping your zipper. Some women know their role, most in fact, but this one really truly gets it. Yes, she's a pig, but she's my pig, and I always hire this pig because she is a boss pig. We bound her up to make sure she was constantly in a position of POWERlessness. She got right in those shackles like she had a hyphenated name. I'm sure we cured any possible future sleep apnea by removing her tonsils with hard cock; and I'm certain she can pass a baby through her sphincter, which may or may not become crucial to the evolution of our species.