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Boxing, Chill, and Condom: A waffle is just a more considerate pancake. Its like, here, lemme hold that syrup for you in these convenient boxes One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name lets just call her L because she looked like a L and I was off the Henny and when you off that Henny Hennything is possible. I wake up the next morning in her crib cause a nigga was drained from the super sayian 3 nut that was busted the night before. So faded I couldn't remember if I pulled out or had a condom. It was too late now it's in Gods hands. I'm not worry tho if she pregnant that's a good things. Single mothers breed athletes I'll see little niqqa on draft day. I turn over and was reminded quickly of the L I took. L was talking about "Good morning Baby" woah bihhh we just met don't you think we moving too fast. ( Like I want going Donkey kong in that ass a few hours prior). I decided not to be bias and give L a chance. I start asking her about her self when she the first thing she says is she loves "Love and hip hop" every hoe loves that show and it was time for me to go. I couldn't leave without eating. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I ask L what she had to eat at her crib. She said she can whip up some Waffles and eggs. She was potentially wifey material if she could cook for a complete stranger. That shows she's into missionary work. I'm chilling in her roach infested bed on my phone. A roach runs across my screen and refreshes my IF time line. L walks in shortly after with regular wonder bread with syrup and microwavable eggs. The fuck is this? I asked her where the waffles out she said "oh French toast waffles same thing". I was ready to Seismic toss this bitch through the bed. Anybody who can't differentiate between pancakes, Waffles and French toast can't be trusted. I had to clap it up one more time for the fuckery she bestowed me. I'm clapping these cheeks with Tears in my eyes and No food in my belly. I went home right after that. Some of you are wondering if I pulled out? I did and left some of my syrup on them back dimples. I ain't shit. I'm eating waffles as you read this.
Boxing, Chill, and Condom: A waffle is just a more considerate
 pancake. Its like, here, lemme hold that
 syrup for you in these convenient boxes
One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name lets just call her L because she looked like a L and I was off the Henny and when you off that Henny Hennything is possible. I wake up the next morning in her crib cause a nigga was drained from the super sayian 3 nut that was busted the night before. So faded I couldn't remember if I pulled out or had a condom. It was too late now it's in Gods hands. I'm not worry tho if she pregnant that's a good things. Single mothers breed athletes I'll see little niqqa on draft day. I turn over and was reminded quickly of the L I took. L was talking about "Good morning Baby" woah bihhh we just met don't you think we moving too fast. ( Like I want going Donkey kong in that ass a few hours prior). I decided not to be bias and give L a chance. I start asking her about her self when she the first thing she says is she loves "Love and hip hop" every hoe loves that show and it was time for me to go. I couldn't leave without eating. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I ask L what she had to eat at her crib. She said she can whip up some Waffles and eggs. She was potentially wifey material if she could cook for a complete stranger. That shows she's into missionary work. I'm chilling in her roach infested bed on my phone. A roach runs across my screen and refreshes my IF time line. L walks in shortly after with regular wonder bread with syrup and microwavable eggs. The fuck is this? I asked her where the waffles out she said "oh French toast waffles same thing". I was ready to Seismic toss this bitch through the bed. Anybody who can't differentiate between pancakes, Waffles and French toast can't be trusted. I had to clap it up one more time for the fuckery she bestowed me. I'm clapping these cheeks with Tears in my eyes and No food in my belly. I went home right after that. Some of you are wondering if I pulled out? I did and left some of my syrup on them back dimples. I ain't shit. I'm eating waffles as you read this.

One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name l...