Maeve Cot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Golfito

She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

Green’s Dictionary of Slang

cot − 1 ⁡ (1 − sin ⁡ x + 1 + sin ⁡ x 1 − sin ⁡ x − 1 + sin ⁡ x) = π − π 2 whore 0 < x < π 2.

And ohhh, the smells! Sometimes I get mad at the aroma in Old Nook lane – stinky dumpsters, mixed with sweet bakery smells. Crazy, right? I remember one day, I strolled by, already in my coach mode, and BOOM, whiffed of cinnamon and diesel. So random, but that's Cot, I guess.

Long Island daycare worker allegedly pushes tot into cot, sending ‘blood gushing’