Sociopath Community

First of all, allow me to deliberately and with my own free-will pour some of the finest drink for all of my dear colleagues here.

It is quite late into the night that I come up to the realization that the party still seems to be active and quite energetic, I've deduced that it's likely caused by the fact that my female predecessor  isn't currently inhabitating our habitation.

I posess wenches in my relaxation chamber, they appear to be engaging in the act of mutually teasing and/or pleasuring each other, judging from how much they appear to be appreciating said party, they're not appeasing us with their absence untill (at least) 6 AM.
I also reminisce when I marketed another wench nicknamed sadie, who from what I recall appeared to be property of one of my closest non-family relative.
Then my colleague Doctor Dre, appeared with tanqueray.

Not to mention the extremely plump ''J'' which appeared to derive from some kind of ''bubonic chronic'' that seemingly obstructed my throat.

Golly, I can very confidently state that this is not a frolic, much less a jest.

It made me retreat and methodically lower my goblet.

Tanqueray and chronic, at the current moment I'm more than likely debilitated.

Still my conscience wasn't enough abstain me from the entertaining event, nonetheless, I'm still protruding.

My fellow colleague Dre has came into the ownership of a few wantons which I believe were from the kingdom of ''Compton.''

I have next to none infatuation towards your figure, trollops.