Yet being the cuddly Masochist you are you return week after week for more of the same.
So a Sadist picks up a Masochist at a freak’s bar and brings him home.
“Whip me, beat me, tie me up and defile me!” cries the masochist.
“No” says the sadist.
Some day, you and I and your ol lady are going to go party at your local bar and grill and make memories Drew. Hopefully my new gal will comply and tag along.
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