stuck

i’m rubber and your lube is super glue (your dick enters me and now i’m stuck to you!)

imagine a wolf enters you,
i mean really giving you ALL those inches,
and then…
he doesn’t pull out.
that’s because he legit can’t pull out because he’s stuck.
why?

His wife found out he was on the DL and she replaced his lube with super glue.

a foxholer sent me the following video and…

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how deep is your glade air freshener for me?

i love the smell of ^that “clean linen” glade.
that was a side bar.
my foxhole tightened up when i read this story.
this is also another sidebar.
there is a reason why i don’t do big pipes.
one:
i like my guts re-arranged.
two:
once they start going way up there,
you’ll be looking like this after:

some folks want to put all kinds of things up their fox and wolf holes.
a big pipe isn’t enough.
well this dominican wolf was feelin’ freaky and wanted to try something new.
ya’ll…
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I Left, But She Is Still Being Abused

i knew that going back to my old forest would be good for me.
well,
it might be bad for one thing.
shopping.
there are so many stores over there.
i needed new work clothes and i bought some.
174 dollars worth of “some”.
i know.
i know.
i’m right next to the cologne spot so that’s next.
since i was in my old work forest,
i ended up meeting up with one of my old co workers.
one who is still at my old company,
after all these years…

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“F” Is For “Fucked” On The F Train

the other morning,
well the morning i first started the temp job,
i was early af and the mta decided to play me.

“There is train traffic ahead of us”

it had us stuck in a tunnel for about 15 minutes.
by that point,
my anxiety started to get the best of me.
it wasn’t the type of train we could walk between cars.
it felt like i was in a packed steel box.
i had to turn on the “brilliant idiots” podcast to keep me focused.
thank God for charlamagne and andrew.
so i’m surprised no one sued yet with this following story.
the “f” train in new yawk stalls in a tunnel,
the lights shut off,
the a/c goes out,
and panic ensues.
sounds like a horror movie.
well this is the story via the ny times…
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Ask Me My Talent

why does going after your dreams feel so…
overwhelming?
it makes you feel kinda insecure?
almost like you want to give up?
like why does that happen?
why is it when we are confronted with what we want,
or something we thought we knew we wanted,
(until we got all the logistics)
that we buckle?
it can feel like throwing it in the air,
running far away,
and never coming back.
our careers look easy in our minds,
but we have no idea the hard work that goes into it.
acting is hard work.
modelling is hard work.
rapping is hard work.
writing is hard work.
fashion is hard work.
blogging is hard work.
college is hard work.
careers are hard work.
everything requires some kind of sacrifice.
so i had to ask…