I is madly in love with I's girlfriend. I think she bewitched me with her eyes.
The other day we had a nasty interaction, instead of calling it quits, I had some four Marzen Golide Ones and wrote her an explosive poem that rhymes nogal. Imagine I haven't cheated on her in years and it's like we don't see each other often. My hand has become some slave to my pizzle over the period. Sometimes I can feel the homones plotting to get me. Fuck it amway.
Just expect the poem.
Meanwhile on the blogosphere"
Diva, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm.
Daisy, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm.
Somebody help a holy nigga out.
Monday, 05 May 2008
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2 comments:
i guess u caught me out, mite as well confess...
Mara I think someone told u...
kanti where do u live, one of my friends saw u in her block of flats? U move rite next door nd u don even tell me...
What the problem is nigga????
Ms Daisy is convinced noone can catch her out.... like duh! Your style of writing rats you out ma'am!
Holla
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