Crayola Coyote
Superstar
I had this girl I was dating smashed this notorious congolese dude around the way. Word around town is he was built like mandingo.
One day, we got drunk, and I just had to crack. I was stupid and young
Me: so did you fukk that congolese
Her: yea, who told?
Me: Nah I aint trippin.
*5 min later*
Me: So was it big?
Her: I couldn't even ride it, I had to do doggie on my stomach, we mostly just did missionary, it hurt so bad, sometimes it would feel like paper cuts or like someone was fisting me in my solar plexus.
Me:If it hurt that bad why was you smashing for a month?
Her: I just wanted D, trying to get over my ex and he was simping.
Me:
I didn't wanna smash her for like a month, in fact, out of spite I fukked her friend, then told her about it a week later and made her cry.
"yea I might not be big to you, but I was big to her, she was screaming like crazy, yo that girl wild for real" she cried pretty hard.
I still don’t understand the issue I with dikk size or worrying about another man’s things. It’s just weird to me but in america men are condition to think that way.
