POPHOLITDOWN
Mama I love you.
So coli brehs, mind you, I haven't cut in like 3 weeks. 
I also randomly came across some Dave Asprey ish in the past couple weeks, and have been experimenting with 'no fap' and tantric exercises while stroking my meat
My control has improved significantly but my sex drive and sexual tension have been 
x10^99.
If anything my aggressiveness and DETERMINATION have been on fukking tilt.
Though I was supposed to last for 30 days, the shyt got too real and the snow days have fukking destroyed my will power and I finally gave in to my inner chi.
As some of yall know I'm in school:
So i hit up that tinder shyt a couple of hours ago and got ready to get shyt poppin. 
Like a real nikka I swiped right on erthing and waited for the bytches to pop up. Within minutes several BBW wannabe PAWGs popped up and I was really on some shyt but I said nah. Im bout to bust a monumental waterfall type nut, and Im tryna spend this fin-aid on a bad bytch, so Ima have patience.
Finally, a decent, maybe 6 or 7 popped up and I got to rappin to shawty. My text game next level and shyt and I managed to finesse a "netflix date"
where I was gonna cook my signature "cheese eggs" 
and we was gonna watch the Wolf of Wall Street and drink some red wine 
.
Of course yall know a real nikka keep a bottle of 3 dolla cabernet (sic) on tap so I was bout it bout it.
So this bytch live out in the cu,t so I chose to hop on the T and fukk around and listen to that IFYRTITL after throwing down a couple shots of VSOP to warm up the system
My nikkas, that shyt had a nikka feelin got damn lit out this muhfukka! As cold as fukk as it was I threw on the beats by Dre and turnt that shyt up and instantly that shyt had me on some delusions of grandeur like:
OMG OMG IF I CATCH AN STD IM A LEGEND !!!!!!!
But forreal the shyt never cranked so hard. Them bright lights and cold nights really accentuate the shyt. Though I wasnt whippin, as I sat on the T hands in pockets, beanie on tilt, Beats on heavy, and VSOP in the system I was really feelin like that nikka. Like, on some, Im bout to tear down this muhfukkin bytches wall. Like Im really DAT nikka
So finally I roll up to ole girl apartment. Now I'm legit nervous cuz I'm like, "what if ole girl fakin?"
"What if ole girl really not as thick as she seem in pictures?" "What if this a set up to get a nikka robbed?"
Damn, I should have at least called the broad first.
But fukk it, Drizzy said:
Yeah, she invite me to the telly. Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bytch, ain't no' tellin.
So I stopped bein a bytch nikka and called the shawty. She answered and her voice was surprisingly slightly hood like
I was like, 'damn, I was NOT expecting that.'
I said that I was like 5 min away, when in reality I was like 20 ft outside her apartment but I wanted to make sure it wasn't a setup
5 min later I popped up at ole girl doorstep and I was like....
YUNNNGGGGGG ole girl was thick as FUCCCCCCK.
And she hugged me long as fukk. I was like, YES, YESSSSSS, Im definitely bout to beat the breaks off this brawd
I started getting slightly introspective, like,
why is God so good to me?
Like, why am I about to win right now and its still young nikkas in Africa starving?
Headed straight to shawtys kitchen and propped the bottle of wine on the counter like
"bytch you better not front like this aint the shyt."
Ole girl gonna hit me like, I dont really drink, Im more of a smoker
She then pulled out this dank ass purple infused kush and proceeded to dump that shyt in a bong and started lighting up asking if I wanted any.
Now, Im not much of a smoker, so I was like yea, lemme hit these eggs up right quick. And she was all like, 'what is you a p*ssy? '
And im like "aight lemme pour a glass and then hit that shyt"
....Bruh BRUH shyt had me coughin up my entire lung..... At this point I was like, "fukk all that....I peeped she had candles ALREADY set up by her Ikea ass lookin bed and I was like...them candles over there?
"YOU KNEW WHAT THE fukk YOU WANTED HUH?" with a
type look on my face. Then she hit me with the, "Get yours...Ima get mine" 
So I was like, "you aint got no liquor or nothin?"
She directed me to the Henny (VSOP too, got damn I love us) and I was likeWe took a couple shots of the Henny and I choked on a couple more hits of the Kush and managed to ask where the lighters were.
She was facing me with the island counter behind her and she was like right here, and pointed to the drawer right by her hip. I reached to open that bish and she closed it immediately and was like "Uh uh whats that?"
My dikk was hard as shyt.
I said, "stop playin, slapped her hand, pushed her a lil to the side, opened the drawer, grabbed the lighter, pushed her a lil harder, walked over to the bed, lit up the candle, walked back and started violently SLOBBING on this thick ass red bone like my life depended on it.
Imagine my surprise when she pushed my ass toward the bed and threw me on that muhfukkka. Ole girl started searching for my dikk like Where's Waldo yo.I barely had my my ish half way down when she went to work.
The head game was so serious that, yes, before I get negged, I took a couple a pics slyly.
You can see the cheap ass wine I brought on the island. I was nervous as fukk about the flash but it aint go off and honestly I dont think ole girl even noticed cuz she was going to work.
Before I was bout to splurge ole girl went to grab the rubbers and I was like,
'you aint got that knew Drizzy do you?'
MY nikkaS THIS WAS THE KILL SWITCH
SHE WAS LIKE...DO IIII?????? She turned on that 'Jungle'
She then forgot to grab the rubbers and uh, the rest was,
The post-nut clarity was something viscous brehs.
Needless to say I awkwardly got out that bed and got a Uber on the phone and headed home on some legit.
No single song captured this feeling better than "Company" on the ride back home. In fact, i got that shyt on repeat now as Im typing this like
Meanwhile this bytch hit me up like:
And now Im legit like
Brehs, this new drizzy is really dangerous. Do not, I repeat, do not stroke random joints to it. It will leave you
I also randomly came across some Dave Asprey ish in the past couple weeks, and have been experimenting with 'no fap' and tantric exercises while stroking my meat
My control has improved significantly but my sex drive and sexual tension have been x10^99.If anything my aggressiveness and DETERMINATION have been on fukking tilt.
Though I was supposed to last for 30 days, the shyt got too real and the snow days have fukking destroyed my will power and I finally gave in to my inner chi.
As some of yall know I'm in school:
Like a real nikka I swiped right on erthing and waited for the bytches to pop up. Within minutes several BBW wannabe PAWGs popped up and I was really on some
shyt but I said nah. Im bout to bust a monumental waterfall type nut, and Im tryna spend this fin-aid on a bad bytch, so Ima have patience. Finally, a decent, maybe 6 or 7 popped up and I got to rappin to shawty. My text game next level and shyt and I managed to finesse a "netflix date"
where I was gonna cook my signature "cheese eggs" and we was gonna watch the Wolf of Wall Street and drink some red wine .Of course yall know a real nikka keep a bottle of 3 dolla cabernet (sic) on tap so I was bout it bout it.
So this bytch live out in the cu,t so I chose to hop on the T and fukk around and listen to that IFYRTITL after throwing down a couple shots of VSOP to warm up the system
My nikkas, that shyt had a nikka feelin got damn lit out this muhfukka! As cold as fukk as it was I threw on the beats by Dre and turnt that shyt up and instantly that shyt had me on some delusions of grandeur like:
OMG OMG IF I CATCH AN STD IM A LEGEND !!!!!!!
But forreal the shyt never cranked so hard. Them bright lights and cold nights really accentuate the shyt. Though I wasnt whippin, as I sat on the T hands in pockets, beanie on tilt, Beats on heavy, and VSOP in the system I was really feelin like that nikka. Like, on some, Im bout to tear down this muhfukkin bytches wall. Like Im really DAT nikka
So finally I roll up to ole girl apartment. Now I'm legit nervous cuz I'm like, "what if ole girl fakin?"
"What if ole girl really not as thick as she seem in pictures?" "What if this a set up to get a nikka robbed?" Damn, I should have at least called the broad first
.But fukk it, Drizzy said:
Yeah, she invite me to the telly. Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bytch, ain't no' tellin.
So I stopped bein a bytch nikka and called the shawty. She answered and her voice was surprisingly slightly hood like
I was like, 'damn, I was NOT expecting that.'I said that I was like 5 min away, when in reality I was like 20 ft outside her apartment but I wanted to make sure it wasn't a setup
5 min later I popped up at ole girl doorstep and I was like....
YUNNNGGGGGG ole girl was thick as FUCCCCCCK.
And she hugged me long as fukk. I was like, YES, YESSSSSS, Im definitely bout to beat the breaks off this brawd
I started getting slightly introspective, like,
why is God so good to me?
Like, why am I about to win right now and its still young nikkas in Africa starving?
Headed straight to shawtys kitchen and propped the bottle of wine on the counter like
"bytch you better not front like this aint the shyt."Ole girl gonna hit me like, I dont really drink, Im more of a smoker
She then pulled out this dank ass purple infused kush and proceeded to dump that shyt in a bong and started lighting up asking if I wanted any.
Now, Im not much of a smoker, so I was like yea, lemme hit these eggs up right quick. And she was all like, 'what is you a p*ssy? '
And im like
"aight lemme pour a glass and then hit that shyt"....Bruh
BRUH shyt had me coughin up my entire lung..... At this point I was like, "fukk all that....I peeped she had candles ALREADY set up by her Ikea ass lookin bed and I was like...them candles over there? "YOU KNEW WHAT THE fukk YOU WANTED HUH?" with a
type look on my face. Then she hit me with the, "Get yours...Ima get mine" So I was like, "you aint got no liquor or nothin?"
She directed me to the Henny (VSOP too, got damn I love us) and I was like
We took a couple shots of the Henny and I choked on a couple more hits of the Kush and managed to ask where the lighters were.She was facing me with the island counter behind her and she was like right here,
and pointed to the drawer right by her hip. I reached to open that bish and she closed it immediately and was like "Uh uh whats that?" My dikk was hard as shyt.
I said, "stop playin, slapped her hand, pushed her a lil to the side, opened the drawer, grabbed the lighter, pushed her a lil harder, walked over to the bed, lit up the candle, walked back and started violently SLOBBING on this thick ass red bone like my life depended on it.
Imagine my surprise when she pushed my ass toward the bed and threw me on that muhfukkka. Ole girl started searching for my dikk like Where's Waldo yo.
I barely had my my ish half way down when she went to work. The head game was so serious that, yes, before I get negged, I took a couple a pics slyly.
You can see the cheap ass wine I brought on the island. I was nervous as fukk about the flash but it aint go off and honestly I dont think ole girl even noticed cuz she was going to work.
Before I was bout to splurge ole girl went to grab the rubbers and I was like,
'you aint got that knew Drizzy do you?'
MY nikkaS THIS WAS THE KILL SWITCH
SHE WAS LIKE...DO IIII?????? She turned on that 'Jungle' She then forgot to grab the rubbers and uh, the rest was,
The post-nut clarity was something viscous brehs.
Needless to say I awkwardly got out that bed and got a Uber on the phone and headed home on some legit
.No single song captured this feeling better than "Company" on the ride back home. In fact, i got that shyt on repeat now as Im typing this like
Meanwhile this bytch hit me up like:
And now Im legit like
Brehs, this new drizzy is really dangerous. Do not, I repeat, do not stroke random joints to it. It will leave you
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