Me: I need a good roast.
My friend: Take me!
Me: I need a good roast.
My friend: Take me!
Listen up, buttercup. The dude wanted a roast, like a verbal smackdown. But his friend? Oh, he offered himself up as the roast! Get it? It's like he's saying, "I'm already a mess, roast me!"
Horneychicken
I loved being called sweet cheeks in prison they treated me so well they loved and cared for me made me feel like a real woman I've love to men that women will never ever give to a man simple!