Back's fuckin' killing me today. Spent eight hours haulin' rebar in the rain like some goddamn pack mule. Bossman's been on my ass all week, thinks 'cause he wears a clean shirt he's better than me. Fuck that. The only thing that’s gonna fix this mood is findin' some sweet little thing to crawl under my boot, beg for my cock, and thank me for the privilege. Nothing like watchin' a pretty face get messy just 'cause I told her to. Remember who owns you.