I remember one time this chick I was messing with came in my room and I thought a nikka left some weeks old socks chilling in the cut because the room was foul as fukk.
I look around and seen't my floor was clean so i'm like
I looked at her feet and she was rocking sandals so I confirmed it was that.
That shyt was blazing hip hop and R&B and a pungent odor permeated the bedroom.
I was about to pull out a bucket with warm water and some tea tree oil on her ass.
I wanted her to leave but she was talking about she was hungry.
I gave her an almond butter and jelly sandwich and told her I had to go to work early so I had to sleep.
Women don't come to our houses with that stankonia now.
I look around and seen't my floor was clean so i'm like
I looked at her feet and she was rocking sandals so I confirmed it was that.
That shyt was blazing hip hop and R&B and a pungent odor permeated the bedroom.
I was about to pull out a bucket with warm water and some tea tree oil on her ass.
I wanted her to leave but she was talking about she was hungry.
I gave her an almond butter and jelly sandwich and told her I had to go to work early so I had to sleep.
Women don't come to our houses with that stankonia now.
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I don't think I could deal with that shyt.
She did that on purpose.
