Tag: vixen
Vixens Shouldn’t Be Taking Pictures of Kylie Jenner
this is a very ironic video ahead.
so kylie jenner,
in the drive thru,
is complaining a vixen shouldn’t be a paparazzi.
this was taken from her snapchat via kylizzlesnapchats…
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Gotcha! (Bunz)
so you’re laying in bed,
after an amazing session with bae,
and you decided to capture this for the memories.
well this vixen did…
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Its Over (Between) Work Wolf
so its done.
again.
i knew it would be a wrap with work wolf.
again.
i should have placed some bets…
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Work Wolf Meets Another One (on & on)
i tried to put a smile on my face.
work wolf called my extension with that news.
i couldn’t wait to hear this…
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The Lunch Date
i guess one of the perks of being gay is knowing pretty vixens.
like 98% of the vixens i know are gorgeous.
no full blown ratchets.
all trying to make something of themselves.
you are who you attract?
they are always #teamjamarifoxlife too.
the funny part is,
if i was straight,
i’m sure i would have dated them.
well today i went on a lunch date with one of the flyest…
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I Hacked His Phone and This Is What I Found
denied.
damn.
hmm.
1-2-3-4
accepted.
this dumb ass...
aight let me see his private messages…
i gave him 3 benadryls so he gonna be sleep until tomorrow afternoon.
just as i thought!
this asshole.
ugh.”
i don’t want to be this person.
the:
“hackin’ my wolf’s phone to find out if he is cheatin’ on me.”
…person.
that person makes me break out in hives.
i usually judge that person in my head.
“if they know their wolf isn’t faithful,
what more proof is needed?
sometimes you can have all the proof and still need the “gut punch”.
you need to read the messages.
see the sexting.
your nose needs to inhale the bullshit.
straight.
no chaser.
so there you are…
screenshotting and emailing evidence to yourself.
sending messages to the hoes with a promise of an ass whoopin’.
why is the aggression directed at his ass?
why not drop him and realize our worth?
hmm.
at some point,
in the matters of love,
do we all become “that person”?
the one who has to stalk his social media accounts?
i had to wonder…
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