Bruh, the people in the first paragraph were all New Orleans girls. The period girl was somebody I'd been tryin to get with since junior high but we never hooked up until she got to Clark. You should've seen the look on her face when it happened, hell the look on my face. I had to call my brother to pick us up, because we went to the Joy on the bus, and her momma didn't have a car. Man, I had to take my shirt off so she could wrap it around waist, to keep people from seeing it. The funny thing was how slow I had to walk getting to the pay phone, because she had to tail me, because it was showing in the front too. Then standing there all hugged up tight, so nobody could see......then it was hot as hell that night. Bruh, I think that's why to this day I can't stand "The Untouchables", because that's what we went to see. Needless to say, I told her she could keep the shirt, even though it was a brand spanking new Polo I got from DH Holmes.
The schit girl, man talk about embarassing. That mess happened at the World's Fair in broad daylight. I was just lucky she waited until we got off of that big arsed Ferris Wheel before doing it. I think I would've cried being stuck on that ride with her, with her shorts full of schit. The bad thing was, I had about $40 dollars on me, and had to spend $25 on her some new shorts, and $10 on a cab back to Gert Town, schit I couldn't even get me one of those fiyah corndogs, and Icee.
The gun shot girl, let's just say I never messed with another girl from da Desire.
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