I feel like 9/11 was the moment shyt stopped making sense.
I know the multiverse shyt is just fiction, but I feel like this world is not my homeworld.
Simple shlt like walking up to a stranger female and asking for the number. I have gotten the social media handle more often than the digits on my rare cold approaches in the new millenium.
The 90s beats were, and are, my shlt. These new rhythms and "melodies" don't move me. Bish tamlbout stomping out a "puzzy azz hoe"...
I want my bish to be puzzy. Soft. Feminine. What she supposed to be? A dikc? A woman is automatically a "puzzy" and puzzy is the best thing on this crazy planet.
A tender person laying all over you, feeding you, really listening
As well as trying to swallow as much of it as she can. Coughing and shlt. Mad cause you didn't warn her in time, but goes back in gleefully next day... GOOD TIMES
(was mostly doing my debauchery during the 90s, too)
I know the multiverse shyt is just fiction, but I feel like this world is not my homeworld.
Simple shlt like walking up to a stranger female and asking for the number. I have gotten the social media handle more often than the digits on my rare cold approaches in the new millenium.
The 90s beats were, and are, my shlt. These new rhythms and "melodies" don't move me. Bish tamlbout stomping out a "puzzy azz hoe"...
I want my bish to be puzzy. Soft. Feminine. What she supposed to be? A dikc? A woman is automatically a "puzzy" and puzzy is the best thing on this crazy planet.
A tender person laying all over you, feeding you, really listening
As well as trying to swallow as much of it as she can. Coughing and shlt. Mad cause you didn't warn her in time, but goes back in gleefully next day... GOOD TIMES
(was mostly doing my debauchery during the 90s, too)