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I Have Voodoo In-Between My Butt Cheeks So Enter With Caution

we are so use to wolves fucking shit up.
i mean, this is a fox based blog so we do speak on their drama… a lot.
we are so use to them hurting us and making a mockery of the word “dating”.
yep you right.
some of them definitely do need to die.
but, what happens when a fox is the “bitch” in the story?
what if he collects broken hearts of unsuspecting wolves?
there are some foxes whose antics make wolves the way they are: the bitch.
imagine falling for someone you were actually feeling….
… who in return stomps all over your heart?
you let them in and they take advantage.
it ain’t easy.
i started to wonder…

Can a fox, turned jackal/hyena, turn a good wolf bad?

I Wouldn’t Mind Justin Tryon Doing Push Ups On My Back

justin tryon likes to hold his platinum steel in his hands.
if i was him, i’d show it off all the time actually:

i kid.

justin is the type of cute that i like.
low key cute.
he keeps to himself and stays in the shadows.
love it.

justin also has a great body from constant working out.
did you know he can do push ups with weight on his back?

check below…

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ATTENTION: Wolf Looking For An Internet Relationship.

awww.
the wolves need some loving and ain’t scared to ask for it.
this one in the video below is looking for:

tall
model look
no pimples
black hair
know how to cook
loves a nice ass
fat throat lips

you think you fit the description?…

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All the Ballers Need To Get Into Tim Tebow…

(he always resembled a bird of some kind to me)

…as stated by osi umenyiora.
check his tweet:

check what osi said to the ny times…

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I Met A Wolf and I’m Already Acting Like “Boomquisha”.

“sup”
“nothing sup with you…”
“liked your pictures and i want to get to know you…”
“what?”
“lol i said i want to get to know you. i’m feeling what i see…”
“wait, what?”
“are you okay?
“i’m fine, i’m not retarded. you’re just… different… and that’s different.”

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yeah foxes…
what?
no sex?
no “how fat is my ass“?
no” when can we fuck“?
no “can we chill one day to watch a movie“?
you actually… want to get know me?
what’s wrong with you?

ugly?
fat?
an illusion?
a robot?
your left leg is longer than the right?

we all have a hidden “boomquisha/pookie” within us.
that “eye rolling/huffin and puffin/”why is you lying?” spirit that thinks everything is not what it is.
as much as we want to be “buffy/scott“:
the smiling/excited/naive spirit!
… we sometimes simply can’t.

you stay with a hard eye roll because you already know “seeing it believing” and “niggas is bullshit“.
it is a shocker when someone in the lifestyle actually wants to get to know you.
are we so jaded into already thinking the wolf on the other end may only be interested in one thing?
or, is this what the lifestyle has brought us?

i started to wonder…