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violent: Nah!...I'm a caveman with multiple testicles, you don't tell me my shyt stinks even if they do!

wasn't nobody even talkin to you. see this is exactly what i mean. you men have no manners! wut ya'll need is a firm, but loving hand to guide you. everyone knows men only think with one head, and its not the big one. so leave all the big stuff to the more capable sex.

lol you know what...im done wit you. see ya later tell you straighter!

REALITY101: Dirty mind. Hey I forgot to tell you, you have a spankable arss

oh wow looks like i have a fan here on nl. would you like me to send you an autographed copy of that pic?

tpia@:
i think most men like women who arent 100% fixated on men to the exclusion of every other thing.

oh so basically what ur saying is that men like to be ignored? kinda like how im doing Reality right now?

REALITY101: Advantage of never gonna get fired

Whatever you doing? I hope not this mid morning smoshing

ewwwww wtf is smoshing. it sounds like something you put down the garbage disposal. but then again, garbage is usually all that spews out your mouth.

so what exactly is it that you THINK you need.

im just doing whatever that it is im doing. and you need to get back to work lazy bum

REALITY101: Because I I I I I . . . I'm not up to anything other than my usual boring work

oh ok that's wassup.

why do u insist on harrassing me? and then you say strange words that you know i dont understand. what r u up to?

REALITY101: Is she fat? Justasking.com

you and your obsession/fetish with big girls. smh.

I did not say aggressive, but assertive.

the type of woman that will love you unconditionally, but as soon as you mess up, will tell you your shit stinks. the type that doesn't take any mess, and doesn't believe in second chances and will leave you in a heartbeat if you are not acting right. the type of woman that carries her own weight. does this turn you on, or are you not man enough to handle such a woman?

lol sorry but im celibate. thats a no go

8:00 am

wow its 12:30 where u r at?

ArQueBusieR: Please do pray for her. But I recommend getting professional help because your friend appears to have intra-personal problems which need to be sorted out before anything else. Just my honest opinion.

what do you mean she has intra-personal problems. please explain further.

i refuse to believe only dirtbags will respond to this post. someone will eventually offer some helpful advice. if not i will just have to pray on it. she's a beautiful girl and i hate to see her confidence go down the drain because of this jerk. she can't get past the trips out of town, the nice dinners. i don't think she realizes that those things mean nothing when a person is treating you badly. to be honest i think he pulled the bait and switch tactic. luring her in by wining and dining her, then his true colors came out.

[quote author=ArQueBusieR]There are such people as therapists and love/relationship doctors if you really want to help your friend. [/quota

and the point of you responding to this post if you dont have anything worthwhile to say was?

I really don't know what to make of the whole situation with my friend and her bf. I told her the truth too, because I have no idea what to tell her. You see, she has been going out with this guy for over a year, and they even lived together. But it seems like he can't accept her for who she is. He tells her that a real woman doesn't cry, or a real woman doesn't get frustrated, and would keep her mouth shut. He is constantly picking at her, trying to change her. She realizes that some things she used to do were not right, such as dressing up as a stripper for Halloween, and she tried apologizing, but he just won't listen. In fact, she doesn't even know where he is right now, even though all of his clothes are still at their house. He's constantly texting her to see what she is up to, but he is nowhere to be found. Oh, and by the way, my friend seems to think that SHE is the one who messed up. What's going on with him? What should I tell my friend?

Jenwitemi: I think that you have forsaken yourself, mate. The creator of the universe forsakes no one, absolutely no one. You have forsaken yourself via what you have convinced yourself to be your situation. Re-adjust your mind-settings, mate.

i will try to do this. i will still continue to go to church because i believe in HIM. i'm not trying to make excuses, but while Jesus was on the cross, he even looked up into the heavens and asked his Father why he had been forsaken. I know God is with me, and this is a test of my faith, so I will definitively work on adjusting my black thoughts. please keep me in your prayers

I don't know what to do. I am going through something stressful right now, and I feel like god has deserted me. I know that is not the case, but I can't help but feel that way. I have been praying profusely for some type of resolution. Also I know that you can not just praise the Lord when things are going your way, but also in the bad times. What do I do, how do I approach God to have mercy on me?

the theme of this post reminds me of the american sitcom "the big b---ang theory"

breezy's kinda cute

Boyloaf: @nayah, let ♍ε̲̣̣̣̥ help U̶̲̥̅̊ out since most persons cant understand simple english.
A NIGERIAN GUY:
Romantic & lovin
Takes charge/control.
Fun/adventurous
Hard workin
Real & original
Rugged & Dugged
Etc

why must a man be in control for the relationship to work? I've found that men from countries where traditionally the women are submissive in places like the middle east and Africa, the men never seem to care about anything but their own needs. they will play the sweet, good guy role, until they get what they want, then they act totally different. the "bait and switch" tactic is the oldest con in the book, and africans, arabs, etc. are proficient at it. however, what i've also found, is that these same men are also very easy to "punk" once you have made it clear that you are not to be pushed around. then by default, they themselves become submissive, partly because they are caught off guard, and was not expecting an assertive woman. This pattern of behavior will almost always leave them speechless, then they realize they like this behavior coming from a woman. they are excited, they are stimulated, they are intrigued,they can't get enough.

thankyou benny!

chi-baby:
Ehhh??! ! !

what's that mean

Prologue
Nobody knew where she came from. She just appeared out of thin air. In the ghetto that was like an omen of bad things to come. Who was this girl? How the hell did she ever land in B-More? Murdaland? You just didn't find young black girls from around the way that were quite like her. Thats what the tall, darkskinned young man told himself as he studied her every move, as she came closer to him, walking steadily foward, like a soldier on a lone mission, past the dilipidated rowhouses, her book bag in tow.
She was as tall as she was dark, her long braids swinging about her shoulders. Her back was straight, and she walked tall, never once seeming to look to her left, or to her right, just foward. The girl walked as if in a dream, a serene expression playing upon her face, as though she were anywhere but this garbage strewn sidewalk, filled with used needles, cracked vials, and Lord knows what else. It was a cold, brisk autumn day, and the girl wore a wool peacoat, dark denim jeans, and the most striking color of bright yellow boots, he had ever seen worn before.
They make her look so bright. That was the only way he could reconcile to himself how well that particular shade of yellow offset her deep chocolate skin to perfection. The effect was striking, as she seemed to have a bright aura around her very being. She shined like a beacon, lighting up the very path she took of her unknown journey;the very sidwalk seemed illuminated by her prescence, and every one stopped and took notice of this newcomer.
Damn thatblack bitch ugly, but her ass phat as hell. Hey miss juicy booty!!! one young hopper sneered. When you gone let me tap that? another one chimed in, followed by a chorus of laughter. But it just as quickly died down, awaiting a response from her. But what they got in return was stony silence, as she glanced up once, into the eyes of the lowlifes. Her gaze locked with his, and for the briefest of moments, he was totally mesmerized, engulfed in the deep pools of brown, encased by cat eyes, slightly upturned, that gave away nothing, but hinted at everything. He had to look away.
Just like that he was overcome by her spell, and he could feel his manhood rising. His embarrassment showed, as his pale face began to redden at the tautning he received from his friends. Nigga you call the bitch ugly, and next minute yo dick is hard. Make up ya mind nigga.The group of young men, all joined in, teasing him mercilessly, he seethed on the inside, while taking the banter in stride. That shit jus wasn't supposed to happen. But for real though nigga, I'd tap that black ass with the quickness nigga. Darkbutts be havin that fire, and she look like she can suck the shit outta a dick, look at them big ass lips!
More laughter followed, as she steadfastly tried to hold onto every shread of dignity she could muster. On the outside, it seemed as though nothing ruffled her, not the lude comments, not being called out her name. It wasn't as though this was anything new, the level of disrespect of guys her age was absolutely appalling that it made her stomach turn, and she understood why she was still a virgin at seventeen. There was no way she was giving it up to any of the clowns she knew from around her hood, nor from her hometown. But young boys were ten times worse; a bigger city breeded a different level of chaos, that was all around her, that manifested itself in different ways, and on bigger planes than she ever could have imagined. But the mentality was still the same. Bleep hoes, get money. It seemed like every nigga on every hood corner was screamin that shit, but what did that really mean? Yet and still, they were reduced to animals at the sight of a new fresh piece of ass. She thought to herself, and couldn't help but smiling at her own personal little revelation about the opposite sex. She was lost in her own dreamworld, filled with thoughts and plans of a better tomorrow, when she walked smack right into somthing hard, tripped, and nearly fell flat on her ass.
Strong arms prevented her from falling onto the dirty pavement, and she was scared shitless. God damn if she was gonna let it show though. You just didn't run into someone in the hood, and not expect retribution belonging to the order of a pistol whip, bitch slap, or something in between. But what she felt instead were the arms around her that seemed encirlcled her, that seemed to hold onto her for a second longer than they were supposed to,yet ultimately made her feel not frightened, but soothed her rattled nerves. She was set straight, yet her eyes remained downcast, not really knowing what to do, not that she was on her feet, and not on her ass. She was slightly embarrassed, and didn't know what to do or say.
She took in the fresh Timberland boots first, then her gaze slowly made its way upward, traveling up the length of his body, clad only in some baggy jeans, and a tee so white, that it could have only been worn once, and that time was occuring in the here and now. He's so tall...she absentmindedly thought to herself, while her subconscious mind took in his cut physique, catlike, and sleek, his build obvioulsy strong and capable, without being too showy. Finally, more out of fear for not acknowledging his presence, than in genuinely wanting to thank him. she hestitantly looked into his eyes. He had the eyes of a tiger. They were fierce and held the promise of pain and torture if provoked even the slightest amount. The pure evil that lurked within his eyes astounded her, to the point that if she had been any dumber, she would have taken the cowards way out, and ran out of sheer fear for her life. Am i next? her mind feverishly thought.
Fear was something he was imminently used to. You didn't build an empire like he had, nor did you wear the crown without knowing the very smell of fear. It almost made him smile, but the very thought of smiling made him frown. Few things amused him, but yet he was, with this strange bitch in front of him, piquing his interest. She was incredible piece of ass, he loved tall bitches, they way there long legs wrapped around him as he pounded in and out of their wetness. It was an incredible experience, that he wouldn't mind sharing with her.
He wasn't beyond taking pussy, but for some reason he didn't want to take it from her. He wanted her to give it to him. The more he stared into her eyes, and the more fear that he saw lurking in them, the more convinced he became that he couldn't break her down. Things came to easy to him nowadays, too much pussy was thrown to him, for once he wanted to work for it. The last time any pussy had thrilled him was when he took it at knifepoint from a homeless dopefiend. The rush of power buzzed throughout his body, all they way to his dick, making him drunk with the feeling of power. He really wasn't in the mood when he saw her. But he was bored and she'd asked for it. Let me get a ten daddy, she had begged him. Thas all i need soldier. You gone like what i got. He wasn't exactly sure if he had liked it or not, but one thing was certain, she had gotten her ten alright. Right before he slashed her throat.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you sir." she said suddenly, breaking the lengthy silence. She looked into his eyes, aborbing the coldness, the terror, and the intelligence. Her gaze caressed his face, taking in everything, missing nothing. He wore his hair cut low in a fade. His eyes were gray, the contrast against his ebony skin striking. Everything about him was aquiline. Cheekbones set high and proud on his oval face. His thick lips curved slightly at the corners, conveying his mirth, and the acknowlegment of her statement.
"Sir?" his voice was deep and resonent, as it carried the short distance they stood from one another. " Just watch where you going from now on ma. Sorry aint always enough, know what i mean?" he questioned her, but his voice was silky with hint on coldness that could not quite keep itself concealed. She did nothing more than nod her head, before slowly turning around, and resuming her journey, homebound she went. He watched her, until she turned left and out of sight. He looked to his left, at the his group of young and rowdy soldiers. He looked behind his shoulder, at his nigga who had been in the range rover he leaned against, silently watching, scoping out the scenery. He felt secure in his place in the world. He owned these streets, and every mothafucka who slung his product.
He spit on the ground before striding over to the passenger side of the black SUV. He opened the door and the slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind him, and the made himself comfortable, the plush leather interior felt so soft and inviting against his skin, and he closed his eyes momentarily, collecting his thoughts. He saw her face, swimming in his memory, and he mentally undressed her, imagining the feel of her soft skin against his, licking th sweat of their lovemaking from her skin, wet with perspiration, the tiredness of sex inviting and sleep eventually overcame them both. He would wrap his arms around her afterwards, even in rest she would have to be by his side. The obsession with her had begun.

its supposed to be eight words....your pick up line has 10

You might be the one for me!

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