Gross! She Was Caught In Bed With A Nigga! She Had A Nigga In the House!


It’s the middle of the night.

There is not a single roach in the house.

You couldn’t even hear a pin drop.

All were quiet as a church mouse.

Everyone was tucked away in their beds until……gross!

She was caught in bed with a nigga! She had a nigga in the house!

I never knew that this day would come!

My sweet and innocent little Yum-Yum!

As a parent it is like my worst nightmare!

She had a nigga in the house without a care!

I guess that I am at a loss for words right now?

How?

Mother fucker acted like he’s been payin’ dues.

Underneath your car he left his mother fuckin’ shoes!

Oh, Susanna!

That leaving your shoes is not going to keep your ass in someone else’s life.

I don’t even care if that practice was taught as some kind of hoodoo or voodoo from Louisiana!

For a time and right now my decision still sticks to live by example.

You had a total of three women who have been in your life to visually see as a stepping stone for how to live your life with some type of morals.

I guess that shit won’t click until years down the road.

Unh, unh, uh.

In everyone’s abode!

Right now I’m in a weird mode.

I hope that nigga don’t have no disease or nothing!

I’m not bluffing!

Uh! The last thing a woman needs is a diseased, flaming flame burnin’ pussy!

Oh, my God! Oh, my baby don’t need that! Oh, the horror! A lot of guys do not care about their dick health.

They’ll just dip their shit in Pine Sol, bleach, and keep fuckin’! For a while you were doing really good. Seventeen years old, going to college, and going to work. And, you have your dad’s good looks.

Now, I don’t see no more college books!

Hell, for a moment, I thought that you were working on getting some wealth.

God! What happened? Oh, God! Oh, my God! I don’t ever want to meet that nasty piece of shit!

Oh, I better quit!

Trashy bastard! Mother fucking dirt bag!

Douche rag!

God! I can’t believe it!

Gross! Oh, shit!

My skin is crawling!

The sky is falling!

Sleaze bag! Skuzz bucket! You are still too young!

You! This one!

That mother fucking nappy ass piece of dung!

Eighteen still means teen! Wanting to see her tits and shit. And, there you were still seventeen years old!

Flashing your titties on your android.

I like Pink Floyd.

That nasty ass niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Oh, my God! The shock! I’m still feeling a mixture of emotions!

Oh, to be a fly on the wall!

Naw. Not that.

I think I’m going to bawl!

You had three women who have lived by example to show you that we have not allowed and kept male traffic in amd out of our lives and homes.

If only this situation were as simple as picking out garden gnomes.

This code and rule that we have lived by is called morality!

Not insanity!

Your great grandmother, grandmother, and I are all living examples.

We have never let man after man, especially niggas in and out of our homes.

Oh, how a man roams!

What does that look like?

And, I’m not so sure that a slut would tell you that it is great to keep your legs closed until you get married.

Yike!

Hell, I’m not perfect. We all have weak moments. But, damn!

Dear daughter, there are too many men in this world who do not care about their penis health.

More care more about wealth.

Why should they care about yours?

What a woman endures.

They fuck, get in between your legs, and eventually move on to the next bitch to try her pussy out.

Throughout most men’s lives, this is what it is mostly about.

It seems like to them it’s like trying on a brand new outfit. Pussy is kind of like a sport.

Or, riding a new horse.

Of course!

However, speaking of pussy, even if their dick burns and gets diseased, most don’t even care enough to get themselves treated.

Bastards. This topic is really uncomfortable and heated.

Fucking got damn bastards.

Some are so damn stupid that they will scrub their dicks with Ajax, Comet, or whatever without going to a healthcare professional.

This is not exactly like a confessional.

I just don’t know what to say. I don’t.

And thinking about forgetting about this.

I probably won’t.

I’m just at a loss. But for now…foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! This shit is foul! Foul!Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul!Foul!Foul! Foul! Foul!Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul!
Nigga has been driving her car, too?So, you fucked a grown man?

Damn!

You were seventeen and he was twenty-four?

What made you do something like that?

Did curiosity kill the cat?

What would make a dirty mother fucker screw someone under the age of eighteen?

Hmmm? Hmmm? I need to know, damnit!

What would cause you to drop it like it’s hot?

You were lucky that it wasn’t in the middle of you mother fuckers humpin’ that you got caught.

Was it worth it? Was your innocence worth it?

Shit!

I think that until you get the right mother fucker in your life, I will hate the ground that every future fuck buddy you will have in your life.

That is until the day that you marry a man who gives a fuck about God, you, your health, his health, and is responsible enough to marry you, take care of the future children that you guys will have together, and then some.

Also, a man who is taught not to put his hands on a woman!

A man who is not a wife beater!

Nor a cheater!

A man who does not mistreat women.

A man who does not make you do things by force.

Of course.

Oh, my God! Sorry son of a bitch! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Foul! Dear Lord!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!Foul!
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