How you gonna murk my nikka Spalding da gawd right after you give him his tongue back? Couldn't you at least give my man a chance to spit game to some hoes out chea? He didn't get a chance to exercise those taste buds on some grade A p*ssy yet
Zoe Pound was wrong for that. Speaking of mouthpieces, this dude the axeman is a certified pimp. I don't care how thirsty Fiona is, I thought it was a wrap once she saw she was gonna have to cop a new weave from those Asians on Bourbon Street
But my dude was adamant about getting the buns. Dude's had his eyes on Fiona since the days she was coloring outside the lines. On his pied piper shyt, his mind was telling him no, but his body...
How many chicks you know would give up the guts to a dude with roaches and dead bodies stinking up his crib?
The roaches are a deal breaker for the average hoodrat. The fukk was Queenie hesitating for when dude asked her if she wanted that order super-sized at Frostop? You know damn well a regular order's not filling your big ass up
I'm surprised she didn't add a couple of curly fries, 5pc chicken nuggets, two apple pies, and a large Dr. Pepper to the order
It's not like she can't afford it. Marie just offered her a long term contract to play on Team Voodoo. She'll be an invaluable addition to their front court. Despite her great anticipation skills, Nan ain't seeing Queenie in the low block
Now I know why this dude Kyle was acting miserable these last few episodes. All he was missing was a tribal tattoo from his struggle ink collection to be a certified fukk boy
I don't want to hear another complaint from ol boy from now on, though. Those Wiccan broads are breaking him off lovely. My dude Spalding got to check off dead p*ssy from his bucket list but he never got to menage with two of these magical hoes
You know Nan is gonna be tight she's not the only one getting it in in the house anymore