I would call it orgasmic but you’re my baby sister and I’m not supposed to speak of such ghastly things with you.
Oh and I don’t appreciate you telling Samuel Starkweather that I sell weed.
You can’t say the word orgasmic around me, but you buy me alcohol, let me steal your cigarettes and talk about screwing out of wedlock.
I brought you business, didn’t I?
Haven, let’s just come to the conclusion that our relationship is anything but normal.
Yes, but my marijuana is for my own personal recreation, not for the younger brother of my favorite student.
Hey, wait. I thought I was your favorite student.
