Category Archives: A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI
MEAT: (338)
Cut (Do That Scene Over Please)
i cut my hand open washing a cup earlier.
i must have been washing it too hard or something.
i guess i don’t know my own strength.
see what i did?
all i know is when i saw the blood dripping into the sink,
i just stood there and shook my head.
“what else?”
was i that mad that i broke a cup with my hands?
my day had been a day…
MEAT: (337)
MEAT: (336)
My Stripper Name Would Be “Booty Booty Foxi Cheeks”
my straight wolf friend had some time to burn before his meeting.
he texted me earlier to see if he could come through.
i was in the middle of making breakfast so i said why not?
when he arrived,
i threw on another omlettes and turned on love and hiphop atl.
i missed all the ratchetness last night so i needed to catch up.
as we ate the omelets i prepared,
he asked me an interesting question…





