Broken Boulder sturmwolke

She had to smirk at that. It was like being given a plastic turd for your birthday or some other joke gift. Maybe he had not meant it that way, but clearly Mahler did not have good taste in men.

Maybe you should let me handle the picking out of the men to me, huh? she suggested. You can pick out all the gals you want. And of course, that reminded her.

By the way, there was some woman here looking for you the other day. I didn't catch her name, but she insulted me, so I sent her away. How may baby mommas do you have running around here? She was, of course, assuming that the skank was one of Mahler's many baby mommas.