Brehs...I usually don’t really care for much, but I’ve been feeling mad guilty recently.
I’ve been smashing my co-worker on and off for a while. She’s been with her man for years. I didn’t know much about him until recently when I bumped into him at an event.
Man, I felt so guilty knowing I’ve been defiling his girlfriend the whole time. He was really chilled and even invited me and some others over for a BBQ. Little did he know I’ve been roasting his girl for months.
I told him I wouldn’t be able to make it. His girl didn’t even break character. That bytch was cold. It scared me how believable she was playing the loving girlfriend.
Moral of this story is: bytches ain’t shyt and neither am I.