Hey, soft man with soft balls made of berries. How you doing today? Why are you looking depressed.
Okay, okay, I get the gist you don't wanna talk to me. Your bitch is gone again. As usual, she is gone to get something better than your cherrybonner.
Funny bro, how you whimper over her. You are so weird that your lifestyle depresses me. Get a life bro. Get a real pussy, soft, wet, tight. The kind you can personalize, not this street junk.
Honestly are we going to sit here under this hot sun waiting for her as usual. Let me gist you about her location. She is with him, yeah!! Paul, and she has his cock in her hands. Okay, I forgot you knew that already, you used to it. I think her sharing formula is fair enough for you.
Hehehehehehe!!!
Tell me how you feel, you know you can talk to me, you can trust me, we are partners at this. How do you feel? Angry, depressed, sad or hungry after standing out here for quite long.
Before you begin to blab and curse let me tell you how I feel about you, I think you are a fool. Honestly you the fool, the fool the word was coined after. I feel ashamed of being your shadow, I know I am stuck with you forever, but bro get a life. I can't even get to show my face among my peers when my partner is the biggest fool around.
Don't You dare open that pit you call mouth to tell me you are in love. Save me the blushes, open those things you call eyes to look around you, can you find any real nigga loving up and whimpering over a lady like a toddler? Loving up is not that bad but loving a bitch, a street bitch is gross, I feel I need to puke. Am sure this isn't what those boylovers and poets meant by love.
Let me give you the list of dicks she got stuffed deep in her throat since you guys been dating. Thompson, Gbenga, Femi, Ola and the king of them all Paul. And you make me sit here with you waiting for her under this sun. Worst of all she would come here with a bright smile like the one Jezebel greeted the prophets with. Then my foolish partner would kiss that cum stained lips.
Why are you looking at me that way. Oh yes, humans hate the truth. Thats why they die I think. Am your shadow and all I want is the best for us like mother Theresa or Mary, and not the world class porno star you stuck with.
Hey, stop that mister, where do you think you are going? Under that shade? Don't dare me. You want me to vanish right. You know you would miss me.
Okay, do your worst, get rid of me for now but you Know I would be back pretty soon.