My brother who has had pretty much the girl of his choosing since I was in middle school. He even smashed my secret high school crush while I in the next room 
. He has he's own business. In his mid-30s, one kid (12), long azz dreads (we winning 
) and just is doing really well in Louisiana. He turns down chicks most of us would love to smash.
I usually stay with him when I visit the crib. This time he tells me this girl is living with him. I was shocked, I've met her before, she's one of those really cute light eyed. creole small town chicks from Central Louisiana. Anyway, I still stayed there. She bought some fine cousins through.
And one normal tuesday, I come in no ones home. It's like 5pm. My brother is still at work. I notice the place is extra clean and smelling like Snuggles. His polos and dress shirts are all air drying. Fresh linen and towels everyone. Floors clean, bathroom clean. Pasta and dinner rolls untouched on the stove. No dirty dishes. I'm thinking my mom done swung by. I call my brother to ask what's going on ( I know it's not he's bday), he tells me his girl does that a few times a week.
I've been up North too long. I came back up to DC and told my boys from here and Bmore. They could believe it. Some of my boys have it hard with chicks out here, hard to get these chicks to pay for their own meal. I get some good service and cooperation up here, but no like my brother. While my last chick from Hampton was on it, but she nags too much.
Anyway, my standards and requirements has gone up even more. I thank all of my brothers for being standing up dudes and setting the bar high for me. I always could fight, pull nice girls, get money and dress my azz off.
God Bless Real Brothers.
. He has he's own business. In his mid-30s, one kid (12), long azz dreads (we winning ) and just is doing really well in Louisiana. He turns down chicks most of us would love to smash. I usually stay with him when I visit the crib. This time he tells me this girl is living with him. I was shocked, I've met her before, she's one of those really cute light eyed. creole small town chicks from Central Louisiana. Anyway, I still stayed there. She bought some fine cousins through.
And one normal tuesday, I come in no ones home. It's like 5pm. My brother is still at work. I notice the place is extra clean and smelling like Snuggles. His polos and dress shirts are all air drying. Fresh linen and towels everyone. Floors clean, bathroom clean. Pasta and dinner rolls untouched on the stove. No dirty dishes. I'm thinking my mom done swung by. I call my brother to ask what's going on ( I know it's not he's bday), he tells me his girl does that a few times a week.
I've been up North too long. I came back up to DC and told my boys from here and Bmore. They could believe it. Some of my boys have it hard with chicks out here, hard to get these chicks to pay for their own meal.
I get some good service and cooperation up here, but no like my brother. While my last chick from Hampton was on it, but she nags too much. Anyway, my standards and requirements has gone up even more. I thank all of my brothers for being standing up dudes and setting the bar high for me. I always could fight, pull nice girls, get money and dress my azz off.
God Bless Real Brothers.
