So he takes me to her crib and me and her go to her bedroom and start doing our thing. I'm kissing her and rubbing her everywhereand she stops and straight up asks me
Do you really like me?
Being the young pup that I was I believed honesty is the best policy so I told her "nah I'm just trying to fukk"



My entire 20’s have been a L marathon, it’s hard to narrow it down.
Hopefully when i hit 30 this year things change.
My job normally has different food trucks come every other friday for lunch.
I had been noticed this bad ass chick who i think works on the 4th floor.Lil bish is a strong 8 with a nice lil bubble in the back. I work on the 3rd floor so I dont even see her alot.
Well last friday I am in the parking lot trying to decide which truck i want to get grub from. I decide on the one serving chicken n waffles.
Who gets in line behind me? Super 8
She chats me up. Asking what im ordering. We get to chit chatting while waiting for our grub. Super 8 is mad chill and i just so happened to have a fresh taper and line up after 7 weeks of wolfin. Waves are on god mode.
We walk into the building together and she says lets take the stairs. We are going to need to burn some calories before eating all this grub.
We are slow walking up the steps side by side still conversating. We hit the 2nd floor and i am sneaking another peek at Super 8's rump when i misjudged the step...
nikkas i fell going UP the steps... When my foot skipped off the step I wentOohhhhhHHHHHHoooOooooo!!!! But for some reason it came out mad feminine.
I had my food in one hand and Im teeter tottering and my equilibrium was off like a mother fukker.. I flung my free hand out to grab something to help me out because all I could see in my mind is those concrete steps rushing up to smack me in the grill.
I grab the closest thing nearest to me to stabilize myself. Super 8![]()
I grasped her sleeve and that shyt tore off like some nba tearaway pants.
Now my whole balance is beyond repair.. I hit the damn steps hard as fukk and slid down them motherfukkers. I watched my chicken n waffles tumble once...twice. then bust open all over the landing
Then i noticed it was raining chicken n waffles...but it was not mine
It was Super 8's. When i tried to grab for her and tore her sleeve she lost balance too but she almost corrected the L... But then lost balance too and her food went up in the air and rained down on me a split second before she busted her ass down the steps too.
It was carnage brehs. Chicken. waffles. syrup.she looked at me like
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My job normally has different food trucks come every other friday for lunch.
I had been noticed this bad ass chick who i think works on the 4th floor.Lil bish is a strong 8 with a nice lil bubble in the back. I work on the 3rd floor so I dont even see her alot.
Well last friday I am in the parking lot trying to decide which truck i want to get grub from. I decide on the one serving chicken n waffles.
Who gets in line behind me? Super 8
She chats me up. Asking what im ordering. We get to chit chatting while waiting for our grub. Super 8 is mad chill and i just so happened to have a fresh taper and line up after 7 weeks of wolfin. Waves are on god mode.
We walk into the building together and she says lets take the stairs. We are going to need to burn some calories before eating all this grub.
We are slow walking up the steps side by side still conversating. We hit the 2nd floor and i am sneaking another peek at Super 8's rump when i misjudged the step...
nikkas i fell going UP the steps... When my foot skipped off the step I wentOohhhhhHHHHHHoooOooooo!!!! But for some reason it came out mad feminine.
I had my food in one hand and Im teeter tottering and my equilibrium was off like a mother fukker.. I flung my free hand out to grab something to help me out because all I could see in my mind is those concrete steps rushing up to smack me in the grill.
I grab the closest thing nearest to me to stabilize myself. Super 8![]()
I grasped her sleeve and that shyt tore off like some nba tearaway pants.
Now my whole balance is beyond repair.. I hit the damn steps hard as fukk and slid down them motherfukkers. I watched my chicken n waffles tumble once...twice. then bust open all over the landing
Then i noticed it was raining chicken n waffles...but it was not mine
It was Super 8's. When i tried to grab for her and tore her sleeve she lost balance too but she almost corrected the L... But then lost balance too and her food went up in the air and rained down on me a split second before she busted her ass down the steps too.
It was carnage brehs. Chicken. waffles. syrup.she looked at me like
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@ u sounding like Young MA "oooooouuuuu"repped...
don't ever play wheel of fortune, you can't buy a W for sh#t

Since when do u buy consonants?

this will come back to bite me, I'm sure
I was reading a militant thread on TLR before I left too so I felt that L heavy
tone. L by proxy and shame on our family name 

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You need to write a book. Your imagery is amazing. I'm in fukking tears write now and each line kept getting funnier and funnier.My job normally has different food trucks come every other friday for lunch.
I had been noticed this bad ass chick who i think works on the 4th floor.Lil bish is a strong 8 with a nice lil bubble in the back. I work on the 3rd floor so I dont even see her alot.
Well last friday I am in the parking lot trying to decide which truck i want to get grub from. I decide on the one serving chicken n waffles.
Who gets in line behind me? Super 8
She chats me up. Asking what im ordering. We get to chit chatting while waiting for our grub. Super 8 is mad chill and i just so happened to have a fresh taper and line up after 7 weeks of wolfin. Waves are on god mode.
We walk into the building together and she says lets take the stairs. We are going to need to burn some calories before eating all this grub.
We are slow walking up the steps side by side still conversating. We hit the 2nd floor and i am sneaking another peek at Super 8's rump when i misjudged the step...
nikkas i fell going UP the steps... When my foot skipped off the step I wentOohhhhhHHHHHHoooOooooo!!!! But for some reason it came out mad feminine.
I had my food in one hand and Im teeter tottering and my equilibrium was off like a mother fukker.. I flung my free hand out to grab something to help me out because all I could see in my mind is those concrete steps rushing up to smack me in the grill.
I grab the closest thing nearest to me to stabilize myself. Super 8![]()
I grasped her sleeve and that shyt tore off like some nba tearaway pants.
Now my whole balance is beyond repair.. I hit the damn steps hard as fukk and slid down them motherfukkers. I watched my chicken n waffles tumble once...twice. then bust open all over the landing
Then i noticed it was raining chicken n waffles...but it was not mine
It was Super 8's. When i tried to grab for her and tore her sleeve she lost balance too but she almost corrected the L... But then lost balance too and her food went up in the air and rained down on me a split second before she busted her ass down the steps too.
It was carnage brehs. Chicken. waffles. syrup.she looked at me like
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@ u sounding like Young MA "oooooouuuuu"
Might be the first time I ever repped a post before I even finished reading it
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). I was supposed to smash the next week. But that weekend I went out and while drunk late at night texted her "when can we fukk". Now you'd think this wouldn't be a big deal with a chick that just sent you nudes and her a$$hole but apparently it was. Shorty never texted me back again smh.