what can you offer a man?
no seriously.
you say you want a man,
this great man,
but you don’t know anything besides what you see in porn.
what if he hit you up right now?
would you want to rip off his clothes?
or would you want to get to know whats underneath his fur?
hmm.
i thought of something for the foxes at work today.
i couldn’t wait to get home and share it…
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stuntin on his daddy?
well it seems so.
michael sam’s father,
aptly titled “michael sam sr”,
is not really feeling his son’s revelation.
michael sent his father a text message on his father’s birthday to let him know.
that’s so fuckin’ classy…
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“hi”.
the word “hi” signifies a polite greeting in the english language.
the perfect opener for when meeting someone for the first time.
couple it with a warm smile and a firm handshake,
it can let the guard down of many.
“hi” can also be used when you text someone.
the variation of “wassup” or “sup” can also be used.
send a random “hi” to a stranger and it can open the door for conversation.
so when the wolf that i ( x wrote about the other day ) sent me “hi” last night,

Why did i roll my eyes?…

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how crazy is this shit?
got me looking over my shoulder when i text in public now.
so miley cyrus at some after party and the papz are outside,
but zoomed into her screen and recorded the entire thing.
i can’t!
i was watching a video of wendy’s hot topics and well…
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i have nearly been a victim due to copy/pasting.
sometimes i don’t pay attention due to a ton of convos.
one time i was about to send a group message that i wrote in one screen,
but copy/pasted the nasty response i was sending to a wolf.
a group!!!!!!
ive learned to carefully look at the name before i press send.
star fox also nearly made the same mistake yesterday…

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ding ding ding.
oh looksie looksie,
it’s a new text.
i wonder from who?
momma asking you to pick up collard greens for dinner?
sibling asking did you dvr over their witches of waverly?
nope.
it’s some number you don’t know.
judging from the “wassup”,
they know you.
who they tho?
so you pretend to remember who it is.
(i hit random numbers with a smooth “who the hell is this?”)
after a few conversations,
it’s “him”.
that “guy”.
that guy you met damn near 6 months ago.
you took his number out your phone because he vanished.
he never followed through to say “you weren’t what i was looking for”.
now he is back?
say what?
don’t you hate that shit?…

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