SuburbanPimp
Giving game to lames since the 90s
Smh, at getting beat up by that average azz broad. Her sideburns annoy the shyt out of me....
The fact that she tore his AOL tho
The fact that she tore his AOL tho


did she put dude in a figure 4 leg lock
she hit it first.![]()

cracked ribs? torn ACL cuz he went to the strip club with some tv producers? Damn Ray.. You went from pimping these hoes to a battered husband. Ray tacking pics from the hotel bathroom like
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As soon as he walked through the door she pressed up on that nikka like
Being beaten by the girl is THE WORST thing that can happen to a man. I told this story before, but the nightmare still wakes me out my sleep to this day
One day in school i was hawkin luiges into textbooks and dropping them from the 3rd floor window onto people's heads below. I hit Beasley Mayfield, I large black girl with a jherri curl and stature of a large industrial brick pizza oven. She challenged me to a duel after school, to which I obliged. When we began our waltz she looked me up and down and then i immediately got into my shuffle. I held my fists close to my chin and bobbed and weaved to get into her inside as she threw wild overhand strikes. I envisioned myself as a perfectly chiseled Brooklyn killer ready to eviscerate my victim when her fist punched the back of my hands, knocking my knuckles right into my nose and slightly gapped teeth. I dropped them for an instant as the bottom of her palm and wrist crashed into my nose. I instantly began to smell sulfur and bacon as salty discharges gathered in my eyes, making them fog up and my vision impaired. Beasley then took her fist and slammed it into the top of my head, much like a cartoon gorilla wacking a mole into the hole from which it came. The impact of my head being pushed into my throat made me involuntarily say "KAAAAACKKK"
I dropped to the pavement as a heard a collective "AWWWWWWDAYUUMM" from the hecklers that encircled us. This was far different from the chants of awe in Caesar's Palace I envisioned at the start of this ruckus. As I lay on the ground nose numb with the feeling that the top of my skull had been cracked she grabbed my left pant leg and the left sleeve of my French Toast shirt and began to lift me off the surface. I began to feel the wind and see the faces of onlookers around me begin to spin around me rapidly, but they were not the ones that were moving in a circle. I wanted to scream and beg for her to stop swinging me for what seemed to be infinity, but I did not. When Beasley decided she wanted to stop she let me go on maybe the 18th revolution, and my limp body went flying into a pile of hamster cages.
The embarrassment was so great i had to transfer schools. But i couldn't understand how a style so graceful could be so ineffective against am uncoordinated brute

? unless Mayweather pops was training her and Floyd at the same time I don't see a woman doing all this damage
....If women can do this to men,does that mean its open season on these bytches now
?...nikkas need they ACL's outchea

Who's face is that in the first pic?
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