The Pitts

This is some more bullshit. All these men keep calling me and aint none of them shit. Well, at least not my shit. Each one of them, at one time in my life, had a special part in my twice iced over heart heart. Each one of those fuckers are trying to either pull the same bullshit on me, or they realize that I was the best thang to ever happen and now wanna come back to mamma. Fuck them!

How am I supposed to believe that they are on the up and up? How the fuck do I forgive luney bitches that treated me like shit based on some bullshit like; they didn't think i saw what they were pulling, or thought that i was super stupid and didnt see beyond lies told while they were nine inches deep or better off inside of my pussy. I know this for a fact since I didnt fuck with no short dickies. Well, there were the monetary exceptions, of course. But, fuck them too. Marlon, Fred, Eleven and some-fuckin-body else throughout the years, all them bastards called today.

I guess it's because it's the weekend. Maybe they just need a bit of good pussy for ole' times sake, a good conversation and a pretty face and phat ass to squeeze. Maybe, a whole bunch of maybes.

Atleast my stupid as ex-husband has stopped bringing his lying ass around trying to change reality to fit his guilty conscious. He used to trip me staight the fuck out with that bullshit. Everytime he came thru, he had one of his sorry ass excuses for his fucked up bahavior that has left his stupid ass deep in do-do. Dumb, stankin' ass sticky do-do.

Then, there's the super anal retentive Tony, my next long, supposedly meaningful relationship. That mothafucka was crazy. The fucked up part is that he's crazy and knows that he is but caint do shit about it, no matter who points it out or how negatively it affects his stupid ass. God knows I tried with him. Bless his stupid soul.

What the fuck?! I am still sitting here, alone, horny, daughter gone to work, got all the 'fuckin' time I could ask for on my hands and no-fuckin-body to fuck, make love to, sex, have intercourse or do up. Dammm!

Well, the funnier part to that is that I aint even horny. Too scared to do it cause of these freaky undercover gay-gays bringing nasty booty juice deseases to the pussies of straight women trying to have a normal love life with a real man. I had already put myself at such a great risk fucking around with Lance's triffling, scared of no pussy, stankin' dumb ass.