Old entry on another site. I liked it so I'm posting it.
I get IM'd and PM'd to death from very young twenty-somethings that are bound and determined that they will *change* my life. That they will rock my world, baby. That they got mad skills in the bed.
Where you stay at?
Want some company?
You got any more pix?
I am so in2 u, baby.
u r hott!
And you know I really consider their offers, right? Cause you know I'm all up into jailbait like that. Wait. I had to stop typing that before I choked on my own bile.
Age ain't nuttin' but a number, baby.
Age is a state of yo mind.
Age means nothing in the bed, when I'm rockin' yo world.
I've been with older (oh, that's comforting - cause I'm picturing you doin' grannie with her wrinkly ol' cooter)
Motherfucker, I'm 37.
I don't wanna have yo kids.
I don't wanna let you sex me up.
I am not in the mood for you, playa playa.
No amount of cheesy lines or ripped off lyrics are gonna make me want to talk to you, much less date or fuck you.
And if your headline says "Recognize," "Be My Lady," "Down fo Whateva," "Don't Hate Da Playa," well *sob* we just weren't meant to be.
Dude. My world has been rocked. Several times and then some. You can't do anything for me. You can't do anything to me that probably hasn't been done to me before. And better. (although I sure have one that is showing me the light. heh.)
Junior, you just want a blow job from a chick that knows how to give one, and isn't afraid to rock out with the cock out.
Recognize that, Motherfucker!
~ debu_mofo
Posted by debutaunt at February 3, 2005 12:25 AM