So a Fox is on. It. HEAVY.
After that situation I had 2 weeks ago,
it got a nigga COMPLETELY FOCUSED.
I never want to be in that situation again,
so I decided to start on BOSS status.
You never know how it feels to be completely broke.
I GOT BEEF WITH BROKE!
After sailing on a smooth budget I set up,
that shit fucked me all up.
I couldn’t do much this holiday weekend,
but I was focused on setting up a plan to be financially set.
I was browsing through my apps on my iPad and came across one for a service called Mint.
Those who don’t know what Mint is, I will tell you right now…
INTIMIDATION WAS THE CHARGE THAT THEY GAVE ME.
Star Fox has said it.
Other friends have said it.
Females have said it.
Wolves I spoke to have said it.
Apparently, I intimidate people.
I’m confused because I do not look like The Undertaker in a dark alley.
I’m not showing fangs nor do I look like a tattooed goon with a razor under his tongue.
I’m just a good-looking Fox who knows how to dress and knows what he want out of life.
I guess that’s a bad thing in meeting a Wolf?
Imagine meeting this….
Sexy as hell right?
The lips are on point.
Jawline is bananas.
Hopefully, the dick is like butter pecan pie.
He would definitely be commander in chief on your sex spaceship.