He's a cock diesel man hired to protect or guard the club from riff-raff. 2.) He's a pimp. 3.) He's a thief with no shame. He purposely get's into arguments as a distraction while he runs his con.
It's the Monday following Friday's payday and happy hour meetup, following Saturday's night out with the crew, following Sunday night's football fiesta and here we are suffering the Monday blues with just enough coins for Taco Tuesday. You are broke af and Papa needs a brand new bag of tricks to through the week.
He who has been truly blessed by the God Priapus. Those who believe size doesn't matter, never met THIS blessed soul of cocksmanship. Priapus was the fertility God, protector of gardens and became infamous for his erect Mandingo-ism the Roman natives playfully monikered; Priapism. Side note: Anyone who believes size matters never had a Tickle-Me Elmo.
THOT---> who stands rocking in the corner waiting for someone to mount and ride it. Rock-a-bye Chippie on the street stop, when the wind blows the Chippie will hop...in the car charge you $100 for services rendered and send you home to your loving wife.