dis is why I like you.....well that plus the tims
Only two people on this board knows what happens when i wear my timbs. One knows from experience and the other from direct word of mouth. Lets keep that one on the low.
SOL Men/Women........Hypothetical Question
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Only two people on this board knows what happens when i wear my timbs. One knows from experience and the other from direct word of mouth. Lets keep that one on the low.
There have been some very diplomatic and caring/sensitive responses to the OP's question........
....But I'll wager in the heat of the moment what actaully happens is .....
'Aye yo Don't take you work shit out on me.....!!!'
Then argument ensues.......
We can all give good relationship advise but our past some of our present is littered with examples where we didn't take our own advise....But good luck to the OP.
....But I'll wager in the heat of the moment what actaully happens is .....
'Aye yo Don't take you work shit out on me.....!!!'
Then argument ensues.......
We can all give good relationship advise but our past some of our present is littered with examples where we didn't take our own advise....But good luck to the OP.
Not saying there's no truth to your inane response however people do learn from past experiences. Therefore I believe the majority of the responses are how "these" people would handle matters as they have stated.
Only two people on this board knows what happens when i wear my timbs. One knows from experience and the other from direct word of mouth. Lets keep that one on the low.
Nope, Not what happened at all.
...i'm saying though, we are all trying to do better...
...there are a lot of pre req.'s to a happy home, and yeah, for the most part, what you see posted are ideals...what we would hope to have the the emotional control to do...
i've been through enough to be able to shut the hell up and realize she just wants to be heard, this really doesn't have anything to do with work, but everything to do with the fact that she loves it when i nibble on her pinky toe, give her that wink, and smile...
but, you are one hundred and seventy percent correct to say what you are saying, if you don't figure it out fast, the argument will ensue...i call it biology...
Everyday is a bad day to a female. Every female I have dated or known complains for hours about their day and most of it is bullshit. If on the phone I normally just hit mute....and respond "For Real"..."Damn" "You joking Right"
Your woman has a bad day at work...But not just a bad day...But a close to tears day. She comes to you to vent....
What do you do/say?
Women same question reverse the scenerio where your man had the bad day...
Let's discuss
Stop LyingI'd let him vent it out ... say whatever he had to say yelling, cussing or not so that he can get it off his chest ... then I'll try my best to do "something" that'll take his mind off of it after
If that nigga came home venting you would change the subject or would not listen and tell him to man up
Stop LyingI would start with running a hot bath... then rub oils all over him and give him a full body massage. And then feed him my pussy
Stop Lying
Stop Lying
Stop being immature, i don't know if you are drunk but stop responding like an adolescent faggot looking for laughs in a penitentiary shower stall...
Shut my mouth and open my arms and ears.
Took the words outta my mouth son...c/s
I am not mean, com-mere, i want to talk to you!
Rick Ross said...."Every Superwoman Needs A Superman"
You know how to handle me dont you....BTW that pussy looks like....Naaaw mine is phatter
No bad at work for me today ya'll!
Like them youngstaz say in my hood....it's oh-knock-knock, we trying to see what's really poppin'...
i feel them...
what was done in '08 is done...i know one day is a superficial measurement, but time is one of those human calculations that we act funny with...
i'll say this though...if i could find ten men, to go and save 100 women with,...
we all could live through eternity...
...don't underestimate the hero within, he is there for a reason, homie...
