How about a little laundry role-play this Tax Friday boys? You sit still while I stuff your mouth with my dirty socks like you’re my personal washing machine… and you pay me $20 for every pair you clean.
You’re going to clean every inch of these until they look untouched.
No shortcuts. No excuses.
Miss one spot… and you’ll be reminded who you’re serving.
On your knees at the edge of my bed. Don’t speak—just do what you’re there for. You don’t deserve comfort, you don’t deserve breaks… You earn every second. Keep going until you’re completely spent, because that’s the only thing you’re good for.