Remember when a man could commit adultery without no childish biznazz? It’s called adultery, not third-gradery. Now there is this method that more and more partners are using to detect infidelity on their man: smelling the salami to see if it’s been in another sandwich.
So rub alcohol all over your dingelberry and your queen will think you just came back from, like, the hospital or something. For those who may be sensitive to alcohol, try chicken noodle soup so you counter one cheesy rap reference with another one. Plus, it will smell like you just went to the hospital or whatever.
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This is the second horseman of the apocalypse. The first was a grown woman shitting on Flava Flav's floor on national television.
You know what amuses me; the idea of a woman sniffing the cheating beau's dick and saying,"What, do you think I'm stupid?" Just watching the guy bite his tongue.
Nothing gay about wanting to see a guy get his dick sniffed and bite his tongue after an unintentionally funny comment. It's just the New Yorker in me.
Hot dogs!
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