I remember going to an club in Stockholm and within five minutes of getting in there possibly the baddest, stunning pawg I've ever seen comes and grabs the gawd by the hand and says let's go dance
Now I'm not usually a dancing nikka to begin with but I'm thinking damn today is my lucky day
Friends looking at me like
We get on the disco floor and bruhs this chick starts doing some vogue shyt right up in my face and some next shyt I can't even describe without warning
Me: "oh my damn
"
"Erm I'm just going to get a drink, you can find me by the bar"
Bearing in mind the dances floor was empty and everyone was watching, she clearly felt a way (face dropped) and sadly I didn't get to pump this cave dime
I learnt an valuable lesson that day. Be very very drunk when going pawg hunting as you may need to c00n it up on the dancefloor