let me tell you of my love...my sweet sweet love...this niggers got it going on..
he sits next to me in my computer class...he smells of grease...if you can imagine what that stinks of...his gorgeous buck teeth twinkle every time he smiles at me...as we gaze oh so lovingly into eachothers eyes...his black beautiful flowing greasy hair plastered on the sides of his head...his steamy breath on my breasts as he leans over me to help me with my computer problem...i only TRY to act stupid about computers so he can "help" me...when really the only thing hes doing is helping me seduce him...(???)
fucking nerdass pig...OINK OINK OINK...ARE YOU FUCKING DONE VIOLATING ME!!!
there was NOTHING wrong with my computer...NO we did NOT have to restart the fucking computer THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY FUCKING COMPUTER DO YOU FUCKING GET IT PIG!
you did NOT have to restart my computer much less while i was sitting down so you had a very clear veiw of WHAT THE FUCK I WAS PACKING! you're in fucking 12th grade (which i would NOT have a problem with but just...considering THIS cirumstance that is not fucking ok.) and i'm in 10th.
the nerdass fucker said i didn't look like i was in 10th grade...and how that was a good thing...
ok how is that? so if you just so happen to get in the sack with me you can forget you're fucking a 15 year old? a little fucking girl? or is it so when you're jacking off later that night it would be like you're fucking that 11th grader in your head and, once again, NOT A LITTLE FUCKING GIRL. what the fuck is wrong with you???
(just for the recored i have no problem with fucking...i mean "going steady" with 12th graders. just as long as they're decent and leave the toilet seat down...LMAO HA GOT YA THERE!!!!) whats up with that anyways...who gives a fuck...
now i want to take the time to thank that dear sweet sweet (not joking this time) little 9th grader. cutest thing i've ever seen. we'll call him...frosh. both him and the nerd were i guess kinda fighting for my attention. frosh won. when i had that nerd on my back (literally) he seemed to come at just the right time to save me. just a little nudge on the head or calling the bitch across the room a dirty ho bitch could shift my eyes just long enough to not notice what i've got going on next to me...thank you so fucking much frosh...if only you could have saved me from what still haunts my brains...i mean dreams...lol wtf...anyway i'm done...peace out ya hosers.
the nerdass fucker said i didn't look like i was in 10th grade...and how that was a good thing...
ok how is that? so if you just so happen to get in the sack with me you can forget you're fucking a 15 year old? a little fucking girl? or is it so when you're jacking off later that night it would be like you're fucking that 11th grader in your head and, once again, NOT A LITTLE FUCKING GIRL. what the fuck is wrong with you???
(just for the recored i have no problem with fucking...i mean "going steady" with 12th graders. just as long as they're decent and leave the toilet seat down...LMAO HA GOT YA THERE!!!!) whats up with that anyways...who gives a fuck...
now i want to take the time to thank that dear sweet sweet (not joking this time) little 9th grader. cutest thing i've ever seen. we'll call him...frosh. both him and the nerd were i guess kinda fighting for my attention. frosh won. when i had that nerd on my back (literally) he seemed to come at just the right time to save me. just a little nudge on the head or calling the bitch across the room a dirty ho bitch could shift my eyes just long enough to not notice what i've got going on next to me...thank you so fucking much frosh...if only you could have saved me from what still haunts my brains...i mean dreams...lol wtf...anyway i'm done...peace out ya hosers.
