SeaSnake
OG
If you drink anything but tea or coffee out of a ceramic mug, I'm judging you.
If you use empty jars a glasses, I'm judging you.
If you don't own a dust pan and sweep dirt on to a piece of paper, I'm judging you.
Uppity
If you drink anything but tea or coffee out of a ceramic mug, I'm judging you.
If you use empty jars a glasses, I'm judging you.
If you don't own a dust pan and sweep dirt on to a piece of paper, I'm judging you.
I’m just tryna be clear.I'm going to need to ask that you not partake in making fun of my brother madame. Personally speaking I don't partake in that activity.
Too close to the booty boo.
Nigga I said I like my taint not my asshole. Don't try me
:shrug3:Too close to the booty boo.
Nigga I said I like my taint not my asshole. Don't try me
lol we need answers
If I come to your house and see either one of these.....
That aint Wakanda...and I'm judging you
You gotta problem with bully beef or that specific brand?I'm with you on them Vienna sausages. Spam, on the other hand.... Ionno... I've had some fried Spam sandwiches that was hittin. Now if it's this shit here:
and especially if it's a store brand then I'm judging you.
Look, I was in mid stroke with this chick riding my dick when I hear a voice "Aye Tanisha, I'm finna take a shower and grab some shit for dinner, aiight". My muhfuckin heart skipped a few beats and I look up and some nigga got his head lookin through the doorway. She turn her head and just said "Ok". Dude looks me dead in my eyes and go "whaddup playa..." and give me the nod and walks off.
Soon as he walked away I pushed her off of me 'cause I'm thinking this bitch got me in some shit and I'm bout to have to throw hands with this nigga or gotta dive out a window dodging bullets. She hollerin talmbout some "Calm down! let me explain!" bullshit but I ain't trying to hear it. I got my pants on, grabbed the butterfly knife out of my shoe and was ready to get busy with this nigga when she yelled out to him. Now I'm thinkin "BITCH YOU CALLIN THE NIGGA BACK IN HERE???!!!" and my adrenaline is pumpin so hard my muscles are aching. Dude come back in the room with a drumstick in his mouth, looked at her then looked at me squaring up and dude was like "Yooooo playa, calm down dawg... It's all good bruh. She ain't in no trouble, I'm just a friend... At least now anyways."
It took 'em a minute to get me to calm the fuck down but then they explained it all. Her oldest is his son. They broke up a few years ago and they're cool now. He lived way the fuck out and her apartment was about halfway to his crib from work and because he worked 2nd shift sometimes he would stop off and shower and grab something to eat on the way home. He had a key to the crib so he could stop off if she wasn't there.
"When were you gonna tell me this???"
"I'm sorry, I just didn't think about it".
Dude saw my knife in my hand and was like "You from The City or something? How you got a knife on you when you come over a chicks crib to fuck?"
You gotta problem with bully beef or that specific brand?
I can't do that shit in a can. Only time I've ever had it taste ok is when my Guyanese family made it with cabbage... and even then my ass was like "you know, corned beef brisket ain't really than expensive..."