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He,s baaaaaaack!
I gotta ask? Were balls slapping together during this encounter? Also did you take it Butt up? Did it look like one those bulls bag trailer hitch covers. And was there any vomit? Thats all. |
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Mo'nique was there. India started to come onto me, so I had to inform her that I was straight, to which she responded "no shit" (lol called him she) and acted pissy as if I was in the wrong by basically telling him to stop wasting his fn time. So, here's where it gets good. India starts making drinks for everyone, and has one for me along with an apology for not respecting my boundaries. Before taking a drink Man'ique leans over and says, I saw her put GHB in that shit, boy. I was mortified at what would have happened if mo' hadn't been lookin' out for me. So I went to the kitchen and did an ol' switcheroo, ditched the dirty dick date rape drink, and promptly went to India and thanked him for the deeelicios beverage, ("Oh. My. God. It is So Good. So Good") and downed it in front of him, much to his delight. Bout' an hr later I started playing all fked up, and said "you mind if I get something to eat from your kitchen?" India: "make yo'seff at home baby" I went into the kitchen and started grunting "hongry" grabbed the peanut butter and an un-sliced loaf of bread and started smearing peanut butter all over it, the counter, the fkn drawer knobs, fridge handle, EVERYTHING. Slinging the knife loaded with peanut butter around. Reached in the cabinet, stuck my hand in the back and drug everything in them out all over the place. Grabbed a gallon of milk out of the fridge and started killng it and spilling it everywhere. I ****ED SHIT UP and said, "I'm not feeling so good, I have to leave. Knocked over some shit, knocked some shit off the walls on the way out and bolted. This story could have had a totally different ending if it wasn't for Man'ique. I'll be cool w/ that mfer till the day I die. |
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So cool with her, in fact, that you're intentionally making fun of her name. You're a classy dude. |
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I guess it would be unfortunate if a guy had so much sex in his life that he was blase about our encounter. But I don't tend to play those kind of odds. |
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You never **** with your friends, poke at em', call em' names and shit? So, I can't do it to him, why? Because of yor PC sensitive, pussy BS? He'd probably have you dancin' like a punk once he figured out you were all "don't bring up his......condition, Martha" Trust me, he don't need you defending him one bit. Fuqattahrr |
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Sure, I poke fun at friends... Over inconsequential bullshit. I don't make fun of my friends for their life circumstances, and certainly wouldn't make fun of a trans friend by calling them the very gender that they're trying to transition from. That's pretty douchy. |
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Mo'nique had accepted who he is, and didn't give a ****. This was long after the story I told earlier, and we were on that level. He used to call me bumpkin, and banjo and ask me when me and my sister's baby was due. To which I would respond "about the same time as your period" So, kiss my ass. He would seriously have you feeling like the white couple at a def jams comedy show. "don't laugh, Martha. They're looking" |
Hey Jim you gotta keep us informed here don't slack off.
Was any butt sweat involved? That 1000 |
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