Careful, honey, it’s loaded,” he said, reentering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. “This for your wife?”
“No. Too chancy. I’m hiring a professional.”
“How about me?”
He smirked. “Cute. But who’d be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?”
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.
idk why anyone would be interested in me romantically i literally watch netflix, complain, and wear the same four to five outfits with different mixes and matches all the time
and feminism was NEVER about hating men
like men are so narcissistic that think think this movement about equality is all about them
people always complain that trans people can’t adequately explain their genders, but have you ever asked a cis person to explain their gender? it’s like asking a four year old to explain why there is something instead of nothing.