You bring in a shoebox full of cash, but it doesn't impress me. It's all crumpled up and smells. "Is this sock drawer money? Ugh!" Sure though, I'll compete in ANOTHER drinking competition with you, why not? You must understand, this will be just like our competition before, and I will beat you once again.

Oh? Want to spruce it up and have me put my pussy on the line? If you win, you get to fuck me? Ha! Okay, sure, let's put that up on the table for fun as well. You still won't win, bitch. I'll defeat you. Just as before. You are a sad, sad man. Even as I start to fall down a bit a... Show more