Soo the other day a mate of mine bought me this 40 quid clit stimulator shit as an early birthday present. At first i was obviously like 'brav, i dont need this' but then realised as an ever growing hormonal teen, this is vital as it could be my replacement for actually HAVING S E X with aids ridden chong tings.
urmm soo How this thing works? you put it in your pants and you have a remote control where you can control the speed or vibration level.
However, Due to the fact, im kinda like a meech and didnt know i was supposed to use it like a vibrating dildo. Instead i just casssjuually left it in my pants whilst waiting for something special to happen....which didnt.
I FELT N O T H I N G GUYS, nothing
well, the moral of the story is SEX TOYS ARENT 4 ME.
he has alliteration in his name and Mrs. flocka flame (new life ambition) rolls of the tongue very well
he created new hope in me for my very own rap career, you no longer have to speak in coherent sentences to be a rapper
he has a giant green diamonte teddy bear for an alarm clock
his music makes me very angry and makes me dance aggressively like a tall black man with dreadlocks, which is as it happens it a FUCKING awesome workout (lost 6 pounds, just dancing to grove st party)
He is part of brick squad ( which as a londoner i can only assume is a very good building society...so good they called themesleves squad)
p.s i love hoodrich guys with tattoos and dreadlocks....its a good fetish to have at least i don't get of on amputee porn.*coughs* Mason Erlington
Lay her ass back down and do it again...
If her legs aint trembling like bambi,
YOU AINT EAT IT RIGHT!