It is 11:36 at night and I hear rihanna speaking from my phone claiming that she will take care of me.
Isn’t it ironic that the picture message being downloaded into my phone at this very moment is the picture of his dick?
Claiming that he is mad horny and wants me to come over right away in nothing but a trench coat and the pair of black pumps he brought to see me in.
Isn’t it ironic that the Big Dick Willie who just sent me a picture, whose girlfriend, swears that her man would never cheat on her with any of these hoes out here?
But yet he is sending me pictures of his manhood at 11:36 at night, claiming that she is just trying to be his only one when he doesn’t even believe in monogamy.
Isn’t it strange how a man can easily get up and demand that his dick be sucked by a girl he just met last year in a class that he hated?
Because what he is really saying is that monogamist relationships are for those who hate the buffet and don’t like sharing.
But he wouldn’t dare tell his girlfriend whose picture perfect in every homecoming photograph.
And his mother loves her and thinks that they should get married.
Isn’t it ironic that the ringtone for my picture messages is Take Care and that is the complete opposite of what Big Dick Willie even thinks about doing?
It is 11:36 at night and your man is sending me pictures of his dick that I will probably just show to my girlfriends and laugh at your stupidity.
Because you think he’s perfect and he just doesn’t want to deal with all the questions you’ll ask when you suck his dick.