Not a Mother Fucker mind you, but a fucker. Apparently there is a distinction between the two. Really, she called me several unsavory things. But yeah, I did make her cry.
Boy, she can curse like a sailor when things start getting a little intense. Now that I think about it, she did finally call me a “mother fucker”. Ultimately, we had a very friendly conversation about the economy, politics, our favorite charities and why her ass, feet and tits needed to be punished. Of course, it was really hard to understand her with that ring gag in her mouth. Jeez!