Wtf, the bartender gave her the number, this is in no way marks fault! Crazy ass wife.
Bitches be crazy. What you expect?
So the husband is gay, what?
How does this make the husband gay? Seriously, just go back to your cage in Fred’s room.
Well in the beginning I thought it was a dude texting his wife, fuck if I know why. Also Fred’s letting me have some conjugal visits this week, your mom sore yet?
If she’s not, she will be, after I hose off all that Lymbe-goo.
I would go back to that bar and fuck that tender up. But then again if I was married and at a bar what else would I be doing but trying to pick up some tail on the side. Still fuck up the bar tender though.
Yeah! Because no-one ever goes to a bar for a drink with their friends, right? Right?!