it seems like jesse from vh1’s hit the floor made his decision on last night’s episode.
i just caught it and my mouth flew the fuck open…

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awww our poor songzbird.
if he had performed at essence fest in new orleans
in a wheel chair this weekend,
i would have giggled (and then said “awww”)….

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shit i think these bottoms out here would calm their fast asses down if they knew what “i’m late” felt like.
“shit i’m pregnant!!!!“
“my dumb ass baby father is late with the fuckin’ money this month.“
“who gonna baby sit this brat?“
too bad god didn’t give gay men a uterus.
imagine the maury povich episodes.
LOL

#mybabybottom

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i had to laugh,
but you know i had to sit back and re-examine the situation.
i was talking with a friend last night and we were discussing all the un necessary ultra hoing in this lifestyle.
being gay gives us the pleasure of fuckin’ day in and out.
no worry of being pregnant and dealing with all that extra shit vixen’s deal with.
he cums in and then he’s out.
we can walk around with a wolf’s cum still inside us with no chance of a bundle of joy in 9 months.
with that vision came a headache and an entry…

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