In that recent ****** appreciation thread... There was some seriously amazing plastic surgery work... I look at them like, I know they have a ****...
Nah fam ain't nothing to be appreciated about ******s. Let me tell you a story about the dark side of ******s. Recently in Oakland I stopped to get some gas on MacCarthur late at night.
In the distance I can see two MASSIVE figures are heading my way towards the station. I'm confused by their gait though, clearly not street cats. As they get closer it's also clear they're in dresses, and weave...
Bruh these things where at least 6'7", wearing tight dresses and in heels. One was built like Khalil Mack the other more along the lines of Big Baby Davis. :x
They must have been headin to the store but they come right up to me and start making small talk and lowkey spitting at me. I was shook as hell. I don't carry and these dudes looked like a couple of hunters sizing up prey slowly trying to get me to lower my guard.
I kept it courteous and thankfully they didnt get aggressive with their advances but again I can't lie though I was scared for my booty meats.