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actually you could have said
Latino
between 18-30 jeans and tshirts..shaved heads....
Where did I hear that?
Oh...my scanner!!!!
damn those coppers!
Racial profilers!!!!
being LATINA...I should be mad and insulted that you talked about them like that...and why did you need to say that they were LATINO...couldn't you have just said.....guys???
because we all know, that LATINOS and LATINAS make the best lovers.. and they are the most passionate of all because of their hot blooded nature..
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Originally Posted by sueprnova
actually you could have said
Latino
between 18-30 jeans and tshirts..shaved heads....
BTW Howww did you know the guy had a shaved head? And they had jeans & tshirt too and were like 28! W.T.H. are you stalking me? LATINA?? ;-D
The younger female cousins had babies earlier than I did...and the male ones had more by different mamasitas than I EVER did...
I suppose the thing that was the best was these dumas's getting the family name tatt'd across their back....and the 'hood' tatt'd across their stomach...
yeah. those latino men make me hot(I am only talking about my family)
*gag*
The younger female cousins had babies earlier than I did...and the male ones had more by different mamasitas than I EVER did...
I suppose the thing that was the best was these dumas's getting the family name tatt'd across their back....and the 'hood' tatt'd across their stomach...
yeah. those latino men make me hot(I am only talking about my family)
*gag*
My my we do have a large vocabulary don't we? YOU are the one who implied that the reason the man didn't have a job is because he was Black and since you stand by what you say, then that's what you meant. Which makes you tired and trifling and as big an enemy to Black men as the KKK and Ariyan Nation.
btw, there's nothing you can do about my opinion, either.
I am not going to make any comments, because you are not worth my time. I know who I am and you don't even know me. How can you make comment about someone you don't even know. As you can see everybody went about their business and you still making something big out of this. It only shows what kind of person you are. Grow up and get a life. I have gotten over this topic. You really have some real serious issue.
Oh, let me lighten up this post. Here is my FUNNIEST "flirting story". Any sit-com writers may feel free to steal it.
Let me preface by saying that a few years ago I joked with my husband about how "old dudes" were starting to check me out and follow me love-sick around the grocery store, instead of men my age (late 30's) who seemed to be drooling over the 22 year olds. By "old" I meant 50 or 60.
A few weeks after this discussion I visited my doctors office. I was dressed to shop afterwards, in fitted capris and kitten heels, with my hair and make-up done. There were two elderly gentlemen seated next to one another. I mean OLD, at least 75- 80 , one fellow had oxygen tubes in his nose, gripping the wheeled tank at his side. Cardigan sweaters, dress shoes, the whole bit.
I walked in front of them to get a magazine , and may I add here that I have a rather pronounced derriere.
"Oh my!" I heard from behind.
"Whuss that?" asked the other.
"I said ( quite loudly)"Ohhh Myy!" ". It was the greatgrandpa who seemed not long for this world, the one gripping the pole to his breathing apparatus.
At this point I turned gingerly to face the se* offenders, who gazed at me without a trace of self- conciousness. What could I do but smile politely and regain my seat.
As I told my husband over dinner that night, my fat keister may have been the last thing to give a thrill to the man. I could hardly give him a dirty look.
Oh, let me lighten up this post. Here is my FUNNIEST "flirting story". Any sit-com writers may feel free to steal it.
Let me preface by saying that a few years ago I joked with my husband about how "old dudes" were starting to check me out and follow me love-sick around the grocery store, instead of men my age (late 30's) who seemed to be drooling over the 22 year olds. By "old" I meant 50 or 60.
A few weeks after this discussion I visited my doctors office. I was dressed to shop afterwards, in fitted capris and kitten heels, with my hair and make-up done. There were two elderly gentlemen seated next to one another. I mean OLD, at least 75- 80 , one fellow had oxygen tubes in his nose, gripping the wheeled tank at his side. Cardigan sweaters, dress shoes, the whole bit.
I walked in front of them to get a magazine , and may I add here that I have a rather pronounced derriere.
"Oh my!" I heard from behind.
"Whuss that?" asked the other.
"I said ( quite loudly)"Ohhh Myy!" ". It was the greatgrandpa who seemed not long for this world, the one gripping the pole to his breathing apparatus.
At this point I turned gingerly to face the se* offenders, who gazed at me without a trace of self- conciousness. What could I do but smile politely and regain my seat.
As I told my husband over dinner that night, my fat keister may have been the last thing to give a thrill to the man. I could hardly give him a dirty look.
LOL....that's great.
But what are kitten heels?
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