Smart Girls, No Selfies

Sat, 01/17/2015 - 03:44 -- ALR118


I like the pretty extensions on my braids, just a dozen of them. They sorta whistle as they swing all over the place. No pictures please. You can keep the selfies. I know that I could model, but you won't find me posing in the social media. I don't know you. I don't want you. The black belt I'm earning is just for you, selfie-stalker.


I'd rather play a game of chess or determine the value of an equation as n approaches infinity. But, if this still just excites you, I'll be forced to whip you up side your head with my OG aluminum S. Williams special until you believe Ferguson was a peace march. And then, I'll swing my pretty braids all over the place and let them sorta whistle.




Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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