Pool_Shark
Can’t move with me in this digital space
I don't think I did anything to crazy cause I got put on game kind of young before I had money and the ability to become a simp criminal. If it hadn't been for someone schooling me I mos def would've gone in that direction.
I used to walk this girl home and she lived MILES away from my house like a mish and a half. This one time while walking her home, her friend was with us and she had some big ass t*ts and a nice round booty. She's like "Can I punch you in the arm?" I'm trying to look cool so I'm like whatever. This girl swings back and punches the shyt out my arm. I can't look phased so I put a stupid dopey look on my face.
She's like "Did that hurt" I'm like "No." She ask if she can hit my arm again and I still think I'm looking cool so I'm like "Sure." This goes on for a long ass time. Next day my arm is as purple as a pimp suit and that girl never gave me the time of day again.
The other girl that I walked home all the time that I really thought was feeling me ended up going to Knotts with her and her friends and my older homie and his cousins, come back and I found out they took turns fingering her on the log ride.
I remember I used to steal toys from this store across the street from my school in 7th grade and give em out to all the girls then later I'd find them thrown in garbage cans and shyt. I used to write poems and letters to but never had the balls to give them the girls.
I used to walk this girl home and she lived MILES away from my house like a mish and a half. This one time while walking her home, her friend was with us and she had some big ass t*ts and a nice round booty. She's like "Can I punch you in the arm?" I'm trying to look cool so I'm like whatever. This girl swings back and punches the shyt out my arm. I can't look phased so I put a stupid dopey look on my face.
She's like "Did that hurt" I'm like "No." She ask if she can hit my arm again and I still think I'm looking cool so I'm like "Sure." This goes on for a long ass time. Next day my arm is as purple as a pimp suit and that girl never gave me the time of day again.
The other girl that I walked home all the time that I really thought was feeling me ended up going to Knotts with her and her friends and my older homie and his cousins, come back and I found out they took turns fingering her on the log ride.
I remember I used to steal toys from this store across the street from my school in 7th grade and give em out to all the girls then later I'd find them thrown in garbage cans and shyt. I used to write poems and letters to but never had the balls to give them the girls.