Alright /b/ you know what to do.
Yes anon, this is a continuation of that thread.
When she first texted me she asked me if I was white, so obviously just the usual ape.
fuckers in school telling me…..
always in the barbershop chief keef ain’t about this chief keef ain’t about that my boy a BD on fuckin Lamron in them he he they say nigga don’t be puttin in work
SHUT THE FUCK UP y'all niggas ain’t know SHIT all u muthafuckers talkin bout chief keef ain’t no hitta chief keef ain’t this chief keef a fake
SHUT THE FUCK UP y'all don’t live w that nigga y'all know that nigga got caught w a rachet shooting at the police and shit nigga been on probation since fuckin i don’t know when motherfucka stop playin em like that them niggas savages out der if I catch another muthafucka talkin sweet about chief keef I’m FUCKIN beatin they ass im not fuckin playin no more u know them niggas role w Reese and them
Nothing much to tell anon. She texted me hi yesterday and I figured it was my friends new number. It wasn't and she has been desperate ever since.
Obviously the only reason I'm talking to you is because of your body. Show me more or this ends now. Life lesson: whether professional or personal, you have to sell yourself. Show me your fkn titties.
Ok heres whats going to happen, if you dont show me your tits, im going to fucking kill myself no lie, ive been suffering from crippling blueballs and need something, ANYTHING, to tide me over till i get help. the cards on your table