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The reason I'm replying so late is because I live somewhere else you think I live in the same state as you No, *****, so worried about yourself and not me So yeah, yeah And never use my voice again, okay? Never use the Peter Griffin voice effect, okay, never
Honestly, no one cares that you live in the no, honestly, no one cares that you live in a different state bitch-ass *****. I Swear to God your man built like Gary from Spongebob my pet ***** Gonna die and drink Pepsi max Uncle Swartz *****
Yeah, damn, shit, shawty, aw, my bed's full of cotton, um, I need you to come pick some cotton real quick, um, maybe, like, want some, like, nice clothing on, too, for us, shawty?
baby girl you was pretty fun and everything i'm not trying to body shame or nothing like that because you was a 10 out of 10 but my brother said that your coochie look hairy as fuck but you was fine and pretty but he said you need to shave that coochie okay but i'm not coming for you here so get on him
elementary school all the way to ninth grade I was bullied on multiple occasions for not looking apart of the in crowd. I was not as skinny as everyone else, I wore purple cricked glasses, my hair was always in a bun or a braid; I had a uni-brow, and my fashion sense was immature. As the result of the way I looked during those years I was labeled as unattractive, un-dateable, and that smart weird girl. As I got older and the more I heard these things I started to see myself as unattractive.