Except key information. 
I been talking to this girl and smashing raw for a couple weeks or so. All we do is fukk and eat so I figured it'd be nice to get this cow out and about. She was suffering from severe CCAS (call center ass syndrome). I've seen body pillows with more ass definition than this chick.
Last night, the bytch brought her thotty friends to see me open up at the Hard Rock. They were not the only people I invited and when i said I was going to go schmoozing, homegirl got an attitude. I stuck around a couple more minutes only to have this clown tell me that she sided with Ray Rice.
i asked if she'd like to step into the elevator with me. it was still basically just good clean fun but she was kinda standoffish cuz her much prettier friends were there. yes i got their numbers.
Now being part of the nation, I knew that I kinda fukked up by getting involved with a Ravens fan. and I knew it was going to be a struggle between me and her because she's from DC (the worst city on the planet. if you are from there please leave my thread. just stop reading now).
I thought we could work it out though because she brought me food and was good at shutting the fukk up after we have sex. however it didnt go down like that.
Fast foward to the show, I'm about 6 jokes in about sucking dikk and having a sore throat and for some reason I see shorty is starting to get uncomfortable. The venue was a little cold and noisy, so I figured all I had to do was keep my projection on point and the next 5 minutes of me describing my glory hole experiences and everything would be fine. I asked if she was cold when i got off stage and offered her my jacket. It's vegas and I am a gentleman.
I shyt you not, brehs. Believe or not, turns out she wasn't into the gay stuff AT ALL and that I should have told her beforehand. This bytch was about ready to sock me in the middle of the casino. Which would have been fine because I get kicked out a casino every month. Plus I had class in the morning so it would have been an easy out.
The thing is, i did tell her beforehand and I went back and screencapped that shyt. We listened to paramore and i fukked her with a crop top on, brehs.Just to be clear, I put on a special paramore playlist that I made for that evening and fukked her while I was wearing a shirt that was a afraid of my belly button. There was no hiding on my part.
The bytch was in denial. But 2 days earlier she was talmbout it was the best dikk she ever had. Today she on that "bi guys r confused. you don't know what you want.". smh. I told her that im not confused. and what I want is for her to get her priorities straight. Srsly...whats the point of gettin ya eyebrows threaded if you have a hairy ass? And her shyt was so mangled that I almost fukked around and called her greg when i was hitting from the back.
my point here is that this bytch knew my birthday and all this other shyt about me, but when I told her that i blow nikkas backs out like the last superbowl, she conveniently forgot that. How you gon forget a key piece of information?
This type of shyt happens all the time with women.They want to cry and bytch when they don't like something and they start to conveniently forget when money, dikk, or food is on they mind.
This is just an example. add on.
I been talking to this girl and smashing raw for a couple weeks or so. All we do is fukk and eat so I figured it'd be nice to get this cow out and about. She was suffering from severe CCAS (call center ass syndrome). I've seen body pillows with more ass definition than this chick.
Last night, the bytch brought her thotty friends to see me open up at the Hard Rock. They were not the only people I invited and when i said I was going to go schmoozing, homegirl got an attitude. I stuck around a couple more minutes only to have this clown tell me that she sided with Ray Rice.
i asked if she'd like to step into the elevator with me. it was still basically just good clean fun but she was kinda standoffish cuz her much prettier friends were there. yes i got their numbers.
Now being part of the nation, I knew that I kinda fukked up by getting involved with a Ravens fan. and I knew it was going to be a struggle between me and her because she's from DC (the worst city on the planet. if you are from there please leave my thread. just stop reading now).
I thought we could work it out though because she brought me food and was good at shutting the fukk up after we have sex. however it didnt go down like that.
Fast foward to the show, I'm about 6 jokes in about sucking dikk and having a sore throat and for some reason I see shorty is starting to get uncomfortable. The venue was a little cold and noisy, so I figured all I had to do was keep my projection on point and the next 5 minutes of me describing my glory hole experiences and everything would be fine. I asked if she was cold when i got off stage and offered her my jacket. It's vegas and I am a gentleman.
I shyt you not, brehs. Believe or not, turns out she wasn't into the gay stuff AT ALL and that I should have told her beforehand. This bytch was about ready to sock me in the middle of the casino. Which would have been fine because I get kicked out a casino every month. Plus I had class in the morning so it would have been an easy out.
The thing is, i did tell her beforehand and I went back and screencapped that shyt. We listened to paramore and i fukked her with a crop top on, brehs.Just to be clear, I put on a special paramore playlist that I made for that evening and fukked her while I was wearing a shirt that was a afraid of my belly button. There was no hiding on my part.
The bytch was in denial. But 2 days earlier she was talmbout it was the best dikk she ever had. Today she on that "bi guys r confused. you don't know what you want.". smh. I told her that im not confused. and what I want is for her to get her priorities straight. Srsly...whats the point of gettin ya eyebrows threaded if you have a hairy ass? And her shyt was so mangled that I almost fukked around and called her greg when i was hitting from the back.
my point here is that this bytch knew my birthday and all this other shyt about me, but when I told her that i blow nikkas backs out like the last superbowl, she conveniently forgot that. How you gon forget a key piece of information?
This type of shyt happens all the time with women.They want to cry and bytch when they don't like something and they start to conveniently forget when money, dikk, or food is on they mind.
This is just an example. add on.
wtf did I just read. And she sided with Ray Rice?
get a plate. Breeders are wreckless AF.