Yup, for the most part brumptons... the shiit ain't got nuffin to do with you.
She wants the be the center of attention when y'all out and about. Having other broads gawk at you and society telling you you handsome puts her at a internal struggle and it kills her softly.
Why you think bytches put on makeup errday like its they burfday? The insecurity runs deeper than an abyss; better off giving that broad the boot. Timberland gift.
Remember when i was younger, i was the ugly ass mothafukkin' duckling in the family. My sister ALWAYS got the attention (not that i cared much cuz i was still a teen who was into rap music, nike air shoes and food, everything else was secondary or thirdary).
But i grew in to myself; got tall, worked the fukk out, developed hyper machismo and swag the dead would wake up just to dap and return to sleep (the only thing that remained the same is the kick game).
Then i started getting more attention than my sister. So the broad had to the nerve to get a nose job a couple months back and i'm still killing it.
I'm not even in a battle with my sibling, but she gotta realize, chicks like her a dime a nickle (not even dozen, think about that metaphor).
For myself? I'm flying so high, i got frequent flyer miles with Nasa (E.T. gives me head in the back of the Starship Enterprise and i got Spaceballs in my 'pesghetti).
Fukk with me.
*walks on water and the only thing that gets wet is these broads labia majora*
And that's major.
MLB.
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