She irritates the living fuck out of me with her fake American accent. She insists on speaking English when she's in SA despite being raised in an Afrikaans-language household.
Yagh, sure. But they won't be wearing dresses anymore, and she'll have to provide the cash, and bear a child of my own. There will be a prenup agreement as well. One that favors me.
It's so funny, coal burners always use that "step up" phrase, like as an appeal to masculinity. Bitch, be glad you're not getting your skull crushed with a rock. Go live in the jungle and find another beast there.