Although that sounds more like I’m having ago at a girlfriend who won’t fucking listen to me than commenting on a website that won’t learn that people making spelling mistakes wasn’t funny the first time they put them up, back in 2009.
Tashanda: I am laughing so hard that I am going to fall on my rump onto the floor. For clarification, I am laughing at the females in my life…you can delete or block me from Facebook, but it will not be bothersome to me. But I will inform you of one thing…please don’t backtalk to me. In addition, please do not perpetrate as if we are related by blood or as if we are actually chums. Because I do not like to have sexual relations with Boogi rectal holes in either case. So please, I ask, keep anything related to my affairs from spilling out as words from your lips. Because I will travel. In conclusion, there has never been a prostitute in me. I’m going to go for a run now.
wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!! WOW. Also, google chrome spellchecks your text entries on web pages – just installed cos of a FUCKERY of a script bug with mozilla, so now my haikus will be even more glorious. well. as glorious as they can be.
Bobby’s phone fucked him
but he might have fucked a dyke
Perhaps Thomas knows.
50 cent is just
a cunt-shaped sperm accident
staining the black race
Krys – the kind of girl
I’d choke to death with her own
cheap hair extensions
Kimberly is fucked!
All-Timers disease has got
it’s hold on her now
Tashanda – crap name
Stupid fucking felch bucket,
please shut the fuck up
@Keona OMG BEWBS BEWBS (.)(.) OH MY LOOK!! BEWBS!!
I am so deeply sorry, I regaret that I have fallen behind on my ebonics studies. I get the ass ho but what exactly is a boogie ass ho? Does it involved boogersr? cause as if ass isn’t enough, throwing in slimy bogers makes you the rank out queen.
I’m not even going to bother to jump in and say Did someone just call Hobo a douche because frankly, it’s starting to happen too frequently. Hobo m’dear, do you have some sort of internet fatwa on your head?
I don’t think BritishHobo is gay, but it does bring up the question of what happened to BritishHobbette (I think that was her name). But Dukey Smooth obviously wants my cock. We’re going to have to do something about this sexual tension.
Agreement? I only said to him that I could understand. But in all those posts, I also said that I still lust and such. He knows about it, and accepts it. He doesn’t completely like it, but we don’t have round and round fights about it. No fights at all, actually. We’re both aware no that no one is perfect, in the religious sense that God or whatever deity you happen to worship is.
In short: no, no it wouldn’t. All lamebook comments are, when they veer off the LB posts themselves, are a bunch of jokes and innuendos. No harm done. It’s not as if I’m out trolloping around.
I thought loma was the threesome lady, not the boob lady.
Keona, you do realize there’s a difference between thinking someone is attractive, and proper lusting (deriving titillating pleasure therefrom)? I don’t know to which you were referring.
Your bf would be much better off if you could convince him that sexual openness doesn’t imply emotional infidelity.
My ADHD coupled with a high sex drive makes my thoughts of “oh, that person it attractive” switch pretty quickly to “I’d like to.. to them.” I guess I can’t really save face by saying that I want to throw my boyfriend into the mix. He understands that,ESPECIALLY someone with a hyper mind, can’t control thoughts or feelings. His common used phrase is: “I understand and accept it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it/ or not be hurt by it.”
I agree, he would be better off that way. Maybe one day I will break him. One day I will come on here, and tell you all of our sex shenanigans. I have confidence in that.
Although Miss Cat’s translation was indeed excellent, I believe I may have a correction, if not just a different explanation. She may have meant, in the last two collections of letters ended with periods, “I have never been a prostitute or otherwise promiscuous. Now all the females I addressed in this post can spread my wise words to other females and let them know of what I am capable.” Although clearly Tashanda’s way takes up much less space, of which she is a complete waste.
“I find it terribly amusing that these women have ceased communication and revoked my access to their private information. This is of no concern of mine. However, I would like to impress upon them one piece of advice. When our paths cross again, do not bother speaking to me. Do not portray yourself to be of the same lineage, or even as a causal acquaintance of mine. The reasoning for this is that I do not associate with ladies of the evening. I would also ask that you not speak of my affairs to others. I feel that personal visit to you would be warranted, should I find that my prudent reputation being tarnished. Now, you can rum and tell that, rum and tell that, rum and tell that, home, home, homeboy.”