JP Madison

Ladies, if you door dash a plan B, you're going straight to hell. You're going to the VIP section of hell with bottle service. Listen, I hope that dead plan B baby is waiting on your ass when you get down there talking about, I can't believe you doing that for Plan B to kill me? And you didn't even tip the driver, you whore? Y'all, during spring break, I was delivering Plan B's like it was Papa John's pizza. This one girl ordered two Plan B's in the same damn week. When she ordered that third Plan B, I knocked on her door. Tell that boyfriend to pull out. You got a butthole, you know, that should have been Plan A. And you wouldn't need no damn Plan B.