i tell great stories. actually pretty lame.., but good bed time stories.ive been called a mother goose type... sometimes i just ramble and they lead to nothing.
check this one out
for example..
so it all started one evening maybe 3-3:30am im at my house in atx its dumping outside, easily top 10 heaviest downpours ive seen. i love it.
i get a fast seemingly urgent knock at the door. its one of my girls, shes soaking wet, barefoot and holding a single high heel lol. all crying lookin pitiful . says may i come in? im like girl quit that shit and come here. im holding her asking what happened. she got in a fight with her bf (hes such a bitch, i be dropping her off over there and pickin her up and shit, sometimes makin sure he sees me onher you know) anyway , ot was one of those mildly physical.. chasing you yelling outside for the neighbors to hear kick you out the house with nothing type fights apparently, she looses a heel in the mud running lol so she was a bit muddy, aww it was so sad looking. so shes all, can i sleep here tonight?
of course, it was a quiet night for me.. i shouldve known something was up then... . . . but you know you have to hide or be out by 9 am when my steph comes over before class.. (we smoke and fuck every morning).... shes like , i already know that..
we been doin this a while but i had to say it
we do our thing and i fall asleep holding them nice perky b cups lol.
leaves about 8:30
she comes back when my other girl leaves.........ok normal..... and brings, her pillow. im like, aight i got a fav pillow too i understand, i guess you can stay here a min ..then she pulls out a comforter and blanket and a laundry basket. uhhhhh uhhhhhh i didnt say anything yet. so we go do our thing. bout to go to sleep, i dont remember the before and after just the words "so when i get pregnant?"
and thats where the nursery rhyme ends children lol
jk, im pretty hard to scare
im like huh?! well you dont use a condom and i dont use birth control its bound to happen...i guess, so i let it go
steph comes before class, during lunch and then after, so she works around these times and this the norm. my other girls all call and shit like normal people and we chill a couple times a week
anyway so that night
we you know pop like 20mg xanax start doincoke.. blah blah.. i eerily go to sleep. i swear she purposely makes us oversleep and my other girl sees her car still there so walks up in the house and starts bitchin up a storm.a fine lil mecican chick with a bit of an attitude both not quite drinking age and a bit immature.. im like oooooh fight fight fight fight lol not really but you know i was thinkin. they all yellin at each other, i kick back light a blizzy. she dips. steph all why is her shit here! gettin all jelly, they work together so they know whats up idk why they play this shit.
shes all ima beat that bitch ass when i see her again.. sure sure.
im like arent you married?
where was i going with this?
yea im that poster
i dont tell good stories, you gotta pretend yourthere my words are not so eloquent, i don't paint the proper picture
but the shit still holds decent value.... kinda like the american dollar
occasionally i feel like typing something educational
overall i suck