Good life….bad blogging
I just realized, well actullyI noticed this a long time ago, that the better shit is for me in life the less I blog and the less I do those oh so fun super angry passionate blogs. Oh well, I get tired of doing those heavy, not lighthearted blogs.
Anywizzay…lets see here…whats hannanin in the life of the BULLY? Ooh, ok, this is gonna be kinda weird. This is about a dream that I had. I don’t think I have ever talked about my dreams on here. Matter of fact, I hardly ever talk about my dreams to anyone cause them joints are straight up crazy and weird….thats even to me. Soooooo…..background: Forbidden chick, I’ve blogged about her plenty of times, but don’t think I ever really explained why I call her that and the relationship, so here it goes. She used to be the Fiance of a dude that use to be my “Boy” (Good Friend). I will call him Triflin Nigga (No relationship to trifling chick). Well Triflin Nigga has a new girlfriend….errr fiancé. Me and this broad never really got along. Triflin Nigga prolly filled her head with some shit and she is one of those “Niggas should treat me like I am a princess” type ghetto chicks. I mean this broads has made statements like she wanted to fight the muthafuckin’ BULLY (She had better be careful cause this nigga is all about Equal Oppurtunity). Anywizzle, back to the dream…..cuttin past the weird stuff that I don’t really remember, I end up walking into a restaurant off of Tennessee St.. It was one of those types that has a bench for you to sit on while you wait to be seated, and there they were, Triflin Nigga and his new fiancé, sittin there. I Start makin small talk and then the new fiancé starts kinda opening and closing her legs. You know…giving your boy some quick crotch shots.
Now at first I figure it is accidental, but then she kinda pull the draws to the side…now I’m getting money shots. So, I’m all like whoa….and looking at Triflin Nigga to see if he knows whats going on and then he ends up reaching over and holdin the draws to the side…….so I go over and end up finger banging ol girl. And that was all I remember. Weird. I am one of those people that has lots of dreams and I know none of them ever mean shit. They are just weird. I don’t even kick it with the peoples anymore. I mean at all, not a damn facebook message or nothing. I guess maybe I dreamed about it for a couple of reasons. Another friend of Triflin Nigga and his bitch ended up inviting me to a surprise party for his birthday. And I guess thinking bout that and combining it with the fact that his ex fiancé, Forbidden Chick, always wanted some of this, even when they were together, left my sub-concious something to manipulate. My subconscious was like “Hey, nigga, it could happen again!!” Would I do it again???? Hells yeah!! I’m grimy. I would laugh so hard of that shit. I’m not talking about my normal grown man type, Haha that comes from watching “Eddie Murphy: RAW” laugh. I’m talking about that devilish little kid laugh that I did when I played Halo with the boys and would sneak up on someone and catch ‘em in the back of the head with the shotty. I’m talking about that kinda high pitched, damn near girly HEHEHEHEHE type giggle laugh.
Y’all should hear me do that laugh…..naw, even better, yall should be around to see or hear what ever it is that I did or saw happen that made me laugh like that. I laugh like that when I see a chick in the club, or something, have a wardrobe malfunction and a tittie falls out and then I walk up on ‘em real cool like and lean in close, kinda whisper and then point at it while I say “Baby,…you know your tittie is out, right?”
That shit is hella funny to me.
-the muthafuckin’ BULLY
Anywizzay…lets see here…whats hannanin in the life of the BULLY? Ooh, ok, this is gonna be kinda weird. This is about a dream that I had. I don’t think I have ever talked about my dreams on here. Matter of fact, I hardly ever talk about my dreams to anyone cause them joints are straight up crazy and weird….thats even to me. Soooooo…..background: Forbidden chick, I’ve blogged about her plenty of times, but don’t think I ever really explained why I call her that and the relationship, so here it goes. She used to be the Fiance of a dude that use to be my “Boy” (Good Friend). I will call him Triflin Nigga (No relationship to trifling chick). Well Triflin Nigga has a new girlfriend….errr fiancé. Me and this broad never really got along. Triflin Nigga prolly filled her head with some shit and she is one of those “Niggas should treat me like I am a princess” type ghetto chicks. I mean this broads has made statements like she wanted to fight the muthafuckin’ BULLY (She had better be careful cause this nigga is all about Equal Oppurtunity). Anywizzle, back to the dream…..cuttin past the weird stuff that I don’t really remember, I end up walking into a restaurant off of Tennessee St.. It was one of those types that has a bench for you to sit on while you wait to be seated, and there they were, Triflin Nigga and his new fiancé, sittin there. I Start makin small talk and then the new fiancé starts kinda opening and closing her legs. You know…giving your boy some quick crotch shots.
Now at first I figure it is accidental, but then she kinda pull the draws to the side…now I’m getting money shots. So, I’m all like whoa….and looking at Triflin Nigga to see if he knows whats going on and then he ends up reaching over and holdin the draws to the side…….so I go over and end up finger banging ol girl. And that was all I remember. Weird. I am one of those people that has lots of dreams and I know none of them ever mean shit. They are just weird. I don’t even kick it with the peoples anymore. I mean at all, not a damn facebook message or nothing. I guess maybe I dreamed about it for a couple of reasons. Another friend of Triflin Nigga and his bitch ended up inviting me to a surprise party for his birthday. And I guess thinking bout that and combining it with the fact that his ex fiancé, Forbidden Chick, always wanted some of this, even when they were together, left my sub-concious something to manipulate. My subconscious was like “Hey, nigga, it could happen again!!” Would I do it again???? Hells yeah!! I’m grimy. I would laugh so hard of that shit. I’m not talking about my normal grown man type, Haha that comes from watching “Eddie Murphy: RAW” laugh. I’m talking about that devilish little kid laugh that I did when I played Halo with the boys and would sneak up on someone and catch ‘em in the back of the head with the shotty. I’m talking about that kinda high pitched, damn near girly HEHEHEHEHE type giggle laugh.
Y’all should hear me do that laugh…..naw, even better, yall should be around to see or hear what ever it is that I did or saw happen that made me laugh like that. I laugh like that when I see a chick in the club, or something, have a wardrobe malfunction and a tittie falls out and then I walk up on ‘em real cool like and lean in close, kinda whisper and then point at it while I say “Baby,…you know your tittie is out, right?”
That shit is hella funny to me.
-the muthafuckin’ BULLY
posted by RAGING BULL at 9:55 PM
1 Comments:
That's wild! I hope your homeboy told that slut to take her ass to the left after that. I guess she's just one of those nasty broads that wants kats to run the trizzie on her. *smh*
So if his ex is the ex, why is she off limits? I guess because he hit it and wifed her up first, huh? That makes sense. Me and my friend have the ex-dick pact where we can never recycle old dicks no matter how good it was or under any set of circumstances.
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