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Bad, Bill Cosby, and Donald Trump: Wagatwe Sara Wanjuki 3 hrs I won't say "Me, too." Partially because most of you know that' already. But mostly because we shouldn't have to "out" ourselves as survivors Because men have *always* seen the gendered violence happening around them (and/or being perpetrated by them)-they just haven't done anything about it. Because it shouldn't matter how many women, femmes, and gender neutral & non- conforming folk speak their truths. Post by @wagatwe. This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. Also, to clarify, the emphasis on men in this post is not meant to imply that men cannot be raped or assaulted. Here’s a longer quote I really liked about all this: “Before Weinstein’s alleged sexual misconduct, it was Donald Trump’s. Before Trump, there was Bill Cosby and his half-century of woman accusers. Woody Allen, though determinedly sticking around in Hollywood, has been publicly accused by his own daughter of sexual abuse on a number of occasions. There are just no excuses anymore. We all know that sexual misconduct is a widespread epidemic in our world. So, why are we still asking women and other survivors to rip open their traumas to prove to us there is a problem we already know exists? And when will the problem finally be laid at the feet of those responsible to solve, instead of burdening survivors who have already endured so much?” It is not our responsibility to rip open our wounds and expose our trauma in a solidarity ritual just so you can finally acknowledge there is a problem with men’s violence toward women. We have been screaming into a void for centuries; I’m fairly certain one more round of begging isn’t going to convince you the problem exists if you haven’t already accepted it. For those people who have already used the MeToo hashtag to create some solidarity around their expeirences, or to heal some of their unacknowledged trauma: it is absolutely your right to do that. But just once I would like to see us NOT asking for women, or other oppressed people, to solve a problem that disproportionately affects us. We have already been through enough — we cannot solve your sickness of sexual violence too.” - Matilda Dixon-Smith @matildadixonsmith, “Will We Ever Stop Asking Women And Survivors To Fix Rape Culture?”
Bad, Bill Cosby, and Donald Trump: Wagatwe Sara Wanjuki
 3 hrs
 I won't say "Me, too."
 Partially because most of you know that'
 already.
 But mostly because we shouldn't have to
 "out" ourselves as survivors
 Because men have *always* seen the
 gendered violence happening around them
 (and/or being perpetrated by them)-they just
 haven't done anything about it.
 Because it shouldn't matter how many
 women, femmes, and gender neutral & non-
 conforming folk speak their truths.
Post by @wagatwe. This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. Also, to clarify, the emphasis on men in this post is not meant to imply that men cannot be raped or assaulted. Here’s a longer quote I really liked about all this: “Before Weinstein’s alleged sexual misconduct, it was Donald Trump’s. Before Trump, there was Bill Cosby and his half-century of woman accusers. Woody Allen, though determinedly sticking around in Hollywood, has been publicly accused by his own daughter of sexual abuse on a number of occasions. There are just no excuses anymore. We all know that sexual misconduct is a widespread epidemic in our world. So, why are we still asking women and other survivors to rip open their traumas to prove to us there is a problem we already know exists? And when will the problem finally be laid at the feet of those responsible to solve, instead of burdening survivors who have already endured so much?” It is not our responsibility to rip open our wounds and expose our trauma in a solidarity ritual just so you can finally acknowledge there is a problem with men’s violence toward women. We have been screaming into a void for centuries; I’m fairly certain one more round of begging isn’t going to convince you the problem exists if you haven’t already accepted it. For those people who have already used the MeToo hashtag to create some solidarity around their expeirences, or to heal some of their unacknowledged trauma: it is absolutely your right to do that. But just once I would like to see us NOT asking for women, or other oppressed people, to solve a problem that disproportionately affects us. We have already been through enough — we cannot solve your sickness of sexual violence too.” - Matilda Dixon-Smith @matildadixonsmith, “Will We Ever Stop Asking Women And Survivors To Fix Rape Culture?”

Post by @wagatwe. This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (peopl...

Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt @Femmefeministe We shouldn't have to out ourselves as survivors in order for people to grasp the magnitude of how systemic assault & harassment are. #MeToo 10/15/17, 7:07 PM This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who don’t know what it’s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream — but who’s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you don’t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, he’s a good guy. Right? I won’t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I won’t tell you about the scars. I won’t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness — because, to you, I’m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. I’m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.”
Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt
 @Femmefeministe
 We shouldn't have to out
 ourselves as survivors in order
 for people to grasp the
 magnitude of how systemic
 assault & harassment are.
 #MeToo
 10/15/17, 7:07 PM
This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who don’t know what it’s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream — but who’s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you don’t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, he’s a good guy. Right? I won’t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I won’t tell you about the scars. I won’t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness — because, to you, I’m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. I’m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.”

This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been as...

Bad, Bunny, and Kush: Bad Bunny - Krippy Kush SIGUE A @arturviolin @arturviolin Y MÁNDALE UN MENSAJE PIDIENDO TU CANCIÓN ❤🎻 @arturviolin
Bad, Bunny, and Kush: Bad Bunny - Krippy Kush SIGUE A @arturviolin @arturviolin Y MÁNDALE UN MENSAJE PIDIENDO TU CANCIÓN ❤🎻 @arturviolin

Bad Bunny - Krippy Kush SIGUE A @arturviolin @arturviolin Y MÁNDALE UN MENSAJE PIDIENDO TU CANCIÓN ❤🎻 @arturviolin

Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown ass man. This isbullshit." I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt worth the read
Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own
 business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at
 me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running
 and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and
 squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black
 duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite
 I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he
 will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and
 he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is
 man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all
 my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this
 This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my
 shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at
 this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm
 thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown
 ass man. This isbullshit."
 I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm
 manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to
 kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it
 by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my
 phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating
 whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an
 adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was
 This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw
 my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has
 probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away
 as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt
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Bad, Bad Boys, and Dating: Let's Talk: How Old Is Too Old To Be Dating a Drug Dealer or Gangster? @balleralert Let's Talk: How Old Is Too Old To Be Dating a Drug Dealer or Gangster? - blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As women, we all go through stages in our lives where we date different “types” of men, from the bad boys to momma’s boys to broke boys and gangsters. But there comes a time where you have to give up a certain type of lifestyle to progress in the real world. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As a teen, dealing with a bad boy-drug dealer is fun and adventurous. Your man has money to blow; you’re able to live lavishly, flaunting designer bags and shoes, while your other teenaged friends work for their money. However, living life on the edge, without a care in the world is only fun while it lasts. As you get older, you realize that there is so much more to live for, and the dangers of dealing with a drug dealer or gangster isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. What happens when you get caught in the crossfire of a dispute over an exchange? What happens when you get shot in retaliation over territory or just to send a message? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As women, we must be more aware of the red flags in a relationship. Dating drug dealers and gangsters should never be acceptable, because when they assume the risks, you become collateral damage. As women, we should set a higher standard on the type of men we date, because we deserve that much. A man should want to be better for you, rather than drag you into his illegitimate lifestyle. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For instance, Falicia Blakely. She let her boyfriend convince her to start "hitting licks," now she is sitting in jail and her son is without a mother. Alice Jones was sentenced to 24 years in jail for a drug conspiracy because of a man she was involved with. There have been stories about young women who have had bright futures, and lost it all or their lives, because of the man they chose to deal with. When you reach a certain point in your life, you have to think your age. The drug dealer lifestyle is not only dangerous but you don’t want to live your life with regrets. Life is too short and I’m sure you want more from your life. Think and make sure you are living responsibly!
Bad, Bad Boys, and Dating: Let's Talk: How Old Is Too Old To Be
 Dating a Drug Dealer or Gangster?
 @balleralert
Let's Talk: How Old Is Too Old To Be Dating a Drug Dealer or Gangster? - blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As women, we all go through stages in our lives where we date different “types” of men, from the bad boys to momma’s boys to broke boys and gangsters. But there comes a time where you have to give up a certain type of lifestyle to progress in the real world. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As a teen, dealing with a bad boy-drug dealer is fun and adventurous. Your man has money to blow; you’re able to live lavishly, flaunting designer bags and shoes, while your other teenaged friends work for their money. However, living life on the edge, without a care in the world is only fun while it lasts. As you get older, you realize that there is so much more to live for, and the dangers of dealing with a drug dealer or gangster isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. What happens when you get caught in the crossfire of a dispute over an exchange? What happens when you get shot in retaliation over territory or just to send a message? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As women, we must be more aware of the red flags in a relationship. Dating drug dealers and gangsters should never be acceptable, because when they assume the risks, you become collateral damage. As women, we should set a higher standard on the type of men we date, because we deserve that much. A man should want to be better for you, rather than drag you into his illegitimate lifestyle. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For instance, Falicia Blakely. She let her boyfriend convince her to start "hitting licks," now she is sitting in jail and her son is without a mother. Alice Jones was sentenced to 24 years in jail for a drug conspiracy because of a man she was involved with. There have been stories about young women who have had bright futures, and lost it all or their lives, because of the man they chose to deal with. When you reach a certain point in your life, you have to think your age. The drug dealer lifestyle is not only dangerous but you don’t want to live your life with regrets. Life is too short and I’m sure you want more from your life. Think and make sure you are living responsibly!

Let's Talk: How Old Is Too Old To Be Dating a Drug Dealer or Gangster? - blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As women, we all go through st...

Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to my door asking for candy Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier Guess who he is for Halloween! [Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c
Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE
 i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to
 my door asking for candy
 Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier
 Guess who he is for Halloween!
[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c

[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold ...

Aww, Bad, and Be Like: r/aww u/highimallaudin 2d i.redd.it My buddies steering wheel dog sleeping on the Mule @DrSmashlove So I started watching this show Ozarks on the stairmaster and in the first episode we learn that the wife, an olderish white woman, is having an affair. What’s the nickname she calls her side piece? “Sugarwood.” BRUV 😂. I’m done. I’m physically, mentally, emotionally done. “Daddy” is over. It’s cancelled. From now on u if u deal with me u gotta call me “Honeysuckle PP”. U feel me? Imma need more effort put into it. These older ladies making y’all look bad. Don’t be calling yo man “daddy” and then u grab his phone and find out some cougar calling him “Agave Papi” u gon have to re-evaluate yo whole life u thought shit was sweet now u found out Susan who is twice-divorced and live six floors above u giving yo man lovey dovey names and shit. “Mango Mamba”. U feel me? Susan gon be saucy about it too. She gon see u in the mailroom like “Hi Beth! Where was Steven last night?” And U gon be like “ummmm...CrossFit, then he came home to me, why?” And Susan gon eye u up and giggle like “no sweetie Steven was in my apartment bending me over my Restoration Hardeare sectional. FYI. And btw my man loves it when I call him Mango Mamba. Sorry hehe. OUR man. Toodles 🤗. Cmon Charlie...” and Charlie the poodle gon just look at u and grin like “she ain’t lyin, I seent the whole thing - please don’t make me answer for Susan, she crazy - but low key u coulda gave yo man a cuter nickname JUST SAYIN. ARF...HEH HEH!!” YOUNG LADIES, THESE OLDER WOMEN COMING FOR U. YALL GON HAVE TO BE MORE POETIC. STEP UP YO NICKNAME GAME IMMEEJALLY. IMMA LEAVE YALL WITH THAT. Y’all been warned 🤗. BLESS UP 😂😂😂
Aww, Bad, and Be Like: r/aww
 u/highimallaudin 2d i.redd.it
 My buddies
 steering wheel
 dog sleeping on the Mule
 @DrSmashlove
So I started watching this show Ozarks on the stairmaster and in the first episode we learn that the wife, an olderish white woman, is having an affair. What’s the nickname she calls her side piece? “Sugarwood.” BRUV 😂. I’m done. I’m physically, mentally, emotionally done. “Daddy” is over. It’s cancelled. From now on u if u deal with me u gotta call me “Honeysuckle PP”. U feel me? Imma need more effort put into it. These older ladies making y’all look bad. Don’t be calling yo man “daddy” and then u grab his phone and find out some cougar calling him “Agave Papi” u gon have to re-evaluate yo whole life u thought shit was sweet now u found out Susan who is twice-divorced and live six floors above u giving yo man lovey dovey names and shit. “Mango Mamba”. U feel me? Susan gon be saucy about it too. She gon see u in the mailroom like “Hi Beth! Where was Steven last night?” And U gon be like “ummmm...CrossFit, then he came home to me, why?” And Susan gon eye u up and giggle like “no sweetie Steven was in my apartment bending me over my Restoration Hardeare sectional. FYI. And btw my man loves it when I call him Mango Mamba. Sorry hehe. OUR man. Toodles 🤗. Cmon Charlie...” and Charlie the poodle gon just look at u and grin like “she ain’t lyin, I seent the whole thing - please don’t make me answer for Susan, she crazy - but low key u coulda gave yo man a cuter nickname JUST SAYIN. ARF...HEH HEH!!” YOUNG LADIES, THESE OLDER WOMEN COMING FOR U. YALL GON HAVE TO BE MORE POETIC. STEP UP YO NICKNAME GAME IMMEEJALLY. IMMA LEAVE YALL WITH THAT. Y’all been warned 🤗. BLESS UP 😂😂😂

So I started watching this show Ozarks on the stairmaster and in the first episode we learn that the wife, an olderish white woman, is havin...