So the other day I walk I to the bathroom and my homegirl whom happens to be African American has her leg up on the counter full vagina spread...and I'm like....
R: whoa...girl...whoa, put the trash can in front of the door so everybody knows you need privacy.
S: what's the big deal it's just black pussy it looks like roast beef no big deal.
R: I don't mean it like that I just meant I don't want to see anyone's vagina like that...I un-see that, just like I can't I hear things.
S: I had an ex once who would call it a Charleston chew.
R: I love candy! I don't want to associate vaginas with candy
Bahahahshahshshshshshshhhahah
I love that girl. The other day I ran into an ex at the gas station with her. He had two other girls with him, and I was like...fuck this I'm getting out fuck this she's trying to grab me. Nothing happened we all had a laugh but when I got back in the car...girl I was trying to grab you so we could both hop out and jump that bitch with him. It's funny but that's how we forge deep bonds in the strip club by proclaiming that you will without a doubt fuck someone up for someone else with no reason.
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