So, I have this friend, who shares the same name as a man I like. Today I get a call from this friend, and apparently his wife is a confused cuntbag who has mistaken
my status updates on Myspace (which she siphoned from my private profile) as her husband and I are having an affair. Now she has been questioning him about me. *Nice*
Sounds like someone's failing at her duties as a wife.
Let me explain to those unmarried, even those who are married, how to be a wife. Your husband wants sex? You give him some fucking sex before he goes out and gets it
elsewhere. There is no excuse to leave your husband unsatisfied sexually. He wants anal? You give him some fucking anal, because he'll find a whorebag that will give
him what he wants. He wants to go out with his friends on a Saturday night? Let him go out with his damn friends.
Speaking of marriages and failures, prenup. I cannot express prenuptial agreement more. Everyone, EVERYONE *thinks* their marriage will last forever. Well, 50% of
American marriages don't. So, get a fucking prenup because when you divorce an American woman, they apparently are greedy whores. Sorry American women, you are greedy
whores that act as if you cannot provide for yourself. I don't need a man to pay for my things. I succeed on my own just fine. My mother didn't raise no damn fool.
So, enough with that rant. Today is Sunday, I woke up with a huge as headache. Last night was the Army Ball. The 234th Army Ball to be exact. I got pretty drunk. Too
bad it wasn't an open bar. I paid for like 3 out of 10 of my drinks. The fukkas just kept a flowin'. Now, above I said I succeed on my own. But, if someone insists on buying
me a drink, hey, you buy me a drink. But, I'm not some frontin' hoe that will lead a man on.
Let's discuss Bobbie. Bobbie is a white guy in my unit. My first weekend in Okinawa, he wanted some Argentine booty. I told him the first day I met him, "Uh, yeah right.
I don't do white guys." Sorry white men, I am just not attracted. There are very few white guys I find interest in, as a matter of fact.
Also, I dyed my hair. I darkened it a little. On the twenty-first I have another hair appointment and I am going to go a shade darker, again. I put up a survey on my FB,
Myspace, Yahoo! Messenger, and my AIM to see which people would like more: Blonde or Brunette. Apparently I am best as blonde. I wanna go brunette. So, slowly but surely
I will go brunette.
That's basically all I have for now. Enjoy mallates.
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