I like chicks who feminize all the significant inanimate objects in their worlds. Their cars are girls, their computers are girls, their phones are girls; whether it’s pink and covered in flowers or jet black as the empty eye sockets of Death, if a thing exists, it’s a “she”.
Because with women like that, all you have to do is wait a while until one of those objects breaks down or disappoints her; then you’ll hear it.
“What the hell? You stupid, stupid bitch!”
“Don’t you die on me while I’m using you! Fucking cunt!”
“Please, just start. I need this. I’ll be good to you from now on, I promise… OH, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!”
It’s like porn to me.