Handicapped Love Pockets? iCan’t.
The internet is the Den of Iniquity. Yes. The ENTIRE interwebs. And it is tryna keep me away from that goal of entering those Golden Gates of Glory that OUR LORDT promised some of us. It sho’ll is! I was perusing Miss Jia’s site when I saw this video. I wanted to cancel my internet. Watch it. With headphones in cuz I already know someone’s gon talk bout how they got side-eyed at work.
“If you’re down for sex, you can’t impregnate me with this tube around my neck.”
What I AIN’T gon do it sit up here and talk bout this video. I ain’t bout to lose my VIP pass into Club Cloud 9 up in MY FATHER’S HOUSE!!! No ma’ams. No sirs. Cuz this right here is CLEARLY a set up to ruin all the hard work I’ve done to this point.
I ain’t killed nobody. I’ont steal (music that is readily available online does not count). Nor do I covet my neighbor’s property (Nicole Ari Parker does not live near me. I can lust for Boris Kodjoe ALL I WANT). So see? I stay in the bounds of them 10 Commandments. But ALL THAT could be negated if I talked bout this video. St. Pete aint but to cross me off his list, y’all!!!
Al Gore ain’t invent the innanets so y’all could make youtube vids bout your handicapped love pockets. HE AINT!!!
I’ve already said too much. iCan’t.
Y’all speak for me. I’ll live vicariously through your comments cuz… *shakes head*