Black men are GOAT

[yardman]

sewer juice p*ssy ass

 

[.༼-◕_◕-༽.]

I claim my niece

 

[Strawberry]

King of the Gully

 

[Supreme HD]

I'm not going to repost her pics but they're on here and she looks like a brown haired Scarlett Johansson

Bad ass white girl

Pm please?

 

[Ooh Marty]

Is there a pic of her?

She's in her avi

 

[Killer Instinct]

Daps*




I still don't like u tho

You love to hate me and I wouldn't have it any other way.

 

[Supreme HD]

She's in her avi

Link me her profile

 

[Strawberry]

Black kings celebrating Busy Signal's birthday last night

 

[.༼-◕_◕-༽.]

 

[Supreme HD]

She's in her avi

Can't find her

 

[.༼-◕_◕-༽.]

 

[.༼-◕_◕-༽.]

 

[Medicate]

 

[Strawberry]

A couple of black kings holding a vibe

 

[YaThreadFloppedB!]

What really irks you is that youve invested more energy into my person than I've ever pretended to you.
I was ignoring your quotes & mentions before your failed attempt at a exsposal, right around the time you asked for a ban after you were outed as a deranged -- extremely average -- sociopath with multiple personality disorder that stalked a Florida Gator because one night he let you swallow his semen.







It's like that sometimes.





I tend to forget you exist until you quote or mention me, but if that rationale helps soften the blow, far be it from me to take that away fron you.
You need all the support you can get.







So what you're saying is that you're going to utilize yout keyboard to type mean words and question my racial background.

Will it end with you "retiring" only to come back like MJ in the 45 (just without the fanfare and relevance?)
I hate to be anticlimatic and DBZ was my favorite show, but allow me to speed this along.




(Forgive the handwriting, I was in the middle of gaming when I checked my notifications.)





I'm black. I'm also happy and content with life, something you're clearly struggling with.
And when me, and Ms. Shrimp Fried Rice walk down that aisle in December, where will you be?
Rhetorical question.
I do know what you'll be doing.
I do know where you'll be.
No man will be asking you to take his last name.
You'll be here.
Angry. Bitter. Jealous. Spiteful. Hateful.
"Taking the gloves off," and filling a void with "exsposals" that won't, despite the daps, still fill that spot next to you when you wake up in the a.m.
So go ahead. "Take the gloves off."
Type some mean words and "expose" me and whatever other names you have on your list.
You're still you, I'm still me, and just as soon as I forgot about you until you quoted me, I'll forget about you after I put this phone down after this reply to eat this lasagna my fiancé threw on an hour ago.
Quote me again, lest I forget you have a pulse. It's like that sometimes.

why you had to do her like that