OK OBVIOUSLY YOU A JMG REGYLA AN YUH TEK PAGE OUTTA VEGAS BOOK IF IS A STORY YOU AH LOOK FA NUH WORRY YUH RELEVANT ROUN HERE...
WHEN HE IS REFERRING TO STINK BRET PRINCESS IS HE TALKIN PRINCESS K??? HMMM
DI QUEEN YOU AH TALK IS IT DI GIRL PIC DATS POST TODEH... ANSA WE OR TWEET IT
DONIA TWEETS
AIDONIAJOP why some girls waan get treted like wife and dem deh farrrrr from dat?lol....dnt understand.....lol....luuuuu
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AIDONIAJOP i need a queen not a princess...lol
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AIDONIAJOP NEEDS A QUEEEEEEN......NOOOOOOOOO PRINCESS with stinkbreath no interest...lol
about 2 hours ago from web
AIDONIAJOP some girls love talk bout dem ole and seh dem a goodas and seh dem man naa lef....me seh me great me queen naa go lef...she likes wat i got
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
WIFEY VS.MATIE...
HOW MUCH MATE DID KENNY HAVE AH DIS DANCE UNNU SEE OPHEILA FROM ATOMIC DANSAZ DING DONG ONE TIME EH HEM RIGHT BEHINE HAR (behind gayry to the left).... AN LOOK PON KENNY CO WIFE ... INA PINK PANTS *DWL* FISH PRINCE...
*disclaimer* prince sexuality has not been confirmed as a batteybwoi but its factual that he is dings biggest fan
SHIZZLE N ANITA BAKER>>>
DIDI A SHE DIS?
mi naa stop deh wid him lol...nah let go...
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dem cant stop we ♥
Like him...I LOVE HIM ♥ ♥ ♥....my ♥ is urs mi naa lie i feel like my heart is his..:D
i blame myself to think ur love was real i guess a "Gallis" will always b a gallis wont stick around for u to tell me ur beautiful lies anymore...MAMA IS BACK...REAL DEFINITION OF A HEARTLESS BITCH...
DEM SAY DIS A DI GIRL WHEY MEK DONIA FB STATUS GET STATUS.... ''MARRIED''... SO ALL DI ADDA JINGLE BANGLES DEM CAN GWAAN HYPE AND OWN UP MAN WHEY NAW OWN DEM... A SHE DIS DI PEOPLE DEM SAY... SO WHO WAA DRESS LIKE CHEER LEADER OR STRIPPER CAN GWAAN DRESS.>THE ASSUMED PERFECT MAN PART 3
OF NEW AND OLD RELATIONSHIPS
It was Monday Evening, I met with my girls Belle and Saph on the deck of the Pavilion Mall, sometimes every other week we would meet up and gossip, talk about what each one was doing. Belle was my best friend, we met each other seven years ago in a martial arts class. She was a pessimistic, loud, opinionated, trustworthy, sincere, tell-it-like-it-is, man-hating feminist. She didn't believe anything good about men, she said she would trust them as far she she could throw 'em, and the only thing Belle could throw was a mean roundhouse kick. She worked with one of Jamica's top rum manufacturing factories, made about three times more than I did in one week, but never bragged, showed off nor threw it in my face. She lived with her mom in the sunshine city, and if anyone should piss me off, attack me, or violate in anyway, she would be the first to draw fi har sword, get har posse and start di war.
Ah! She was a true friend!
She would also call me out whenever I did something stupid, Made a reckless move, was acting like a complete whore, crybaby, or asshole, and would slap some sense into me if needs me. And if I was sick she would be the first one there to help me through it. She drove a car, I took the bus, but as of late I sensed a change in her. I've heard it said that with more money comes more problems, and more bills. But to me it seemed that because Belle was making more money, her attitude changed. I hardly saw her, she hardly called, and since she bought her car 7 months ago she's become distant. I've also heard it said that when you're in a lurch, stuck in a rut, and your friends are climbing up the ladder of success and you are left further and further behind. That's when they show their true colours, a true friend would never leave you behind, and try their damndest to push and shove you with them up to the top, or at least help you to move a bit farther than you were. Belle didn't do anything. As I said, since she got her raise (twice in the year) bought her car and moved to a better neighbourhood, I have hardly seen her. Before when we were two walkfoot, broke, out of a job, we would share one plate of food, one drink, and window shop until our eyes got sore from looking at clothes we could never afford. Belle would take heat sometimes from the store clerk because she was the colour of dark chocolate. She hated her skin complexion, I loved it. Maybe because I was the colour of honey/caramel...people would call us Batty and Tail, Ebony and Ivory, She was di Mumma and I was di obedient child. I was Ivory, she was Ebony. I guess her financial success made her comfortable with herself. But deep down she never was, she hated being 'blackie'..her colour was her disdain, so was her hips and thighs which were huge. I always liked her figure, she hated it. In fact most of the men I would talk to in the future (and some of my past men ) would be her colour, dark, rich, chocolate black. Mmmm I love me my black men!
But as I was saying, something about her had changed. The old relationship we had was gone. Sometimes when I do managed to call her on the phone she sounded more cynical and judgemental of me, something she never was before. And yes, I admit, maybe I was a little jealous of her. She was moving on up while I was still the light-skinned girl stuck in a stupid assistant 9-5 job in a mid-town area. SHe finally bought the car she always wanted and I could barely afford lunch and transportation for the week on my salary. Our friendship seemed so old, I looked at her as she was talking on her phone across from me and Saph, she seemed out of place amongst us, like she was above our level or something.
Saph on the other hand was not black, but not brown, just that perfect shade of cool dark brown skin tone. She was on extrovert, high-strung, optimistic, believe-in-everything-good type of gyal. Very Loving, Very loyal, hardly got into arguments, but this lovely silk and lace tablecloth that was put only on the finest tables could turn into a dutty, nasty disclaat in an instant. She was di type to not argue, but to fight. She would just claat somebody in two seconds if they disrespected her, her family or her friends. And she was an uptown girl who just loved the downtown lifestyle, di mix-up, blender, week, false eyelash, weave-wearing, creole and badword speaking lifestyle. Saph was a University student, incredibly smart, and her parents got her anything she wanted. But she was the nicest girl you could find. A little jaded about life (she thought everything about life was 'just great!') but really a sweet girl. She was a new relationship I had, we've been friends for about two years now, and I love her to death. I don't think she and Belle got along as nicely as they should, sometimes Belle plainly downright ignored her, but when the three of us gathered it was comic.
"You know Bree, I met this guy who loves oral sex, who loves it soooo much that I don't think his dick is of any use." Spah interjected suddenly. Belle, who by this time was still talking on the phone was was just about to swallo a sip of her soda, almost choked and sputtered "I have to call you back...this I can't miss." And slammed down her phone. "Excuse me? Did I miss something? You just met a guy and he went down on you already?" said an incredulous Belle to Saph.
"Mm Hmmm", said Saph, munching on her Berger like what she just said was as practical as announcing the time. "And the thing is his tongue is sooo long! The moment I saw him I saw his tongue before I saw him...and knew I had to have him go down one me." she continued taking a sip of her soda. I looked at Belle, smiled and stated "Laawddd Gadd...wi officially begin di mix-up. I think i may need a drink." I signalled one of the waitresses that normally serve patrons their food on the balcony and made an order.
Saph turned to me and smirked, "So Bree, Jackyyy boyyy didn't go down on you the other day when you were bawling for that brute that didn't call you back!?" she innocently asked, tring to conceal her smirk. I blushed "Well, yeahhhh but I mean he is a fuck buddy. I always keep a spare in case I'm feeling sad, mad or blue." I innocently remarked. "Or in case you want to get screw, or feel a huge dick in youuuuuu", Belle laughed. We all giggled. Now THIS felt like the friendships of past, I missed my girls. And then fiendishly said "Yeah Jack is good. I call, we talk, he pickes me up, we fuck, he suck, then that's it. As soon as I come I go home. I feel good all over. No relationship, no emotional baggage nothing. I got an itch, he scratches it, then it's Don't call me, I'll call you. You've never had one before Saph?".
"No! I don't belive in one night stands or sex partners", she remarked. " I Want relationships, new, old, I don't care so long as I'm in a healthy steady relationship, getting my needs fulfilled I'm happy." she continued. "Why are you afraid of getting into new and healthy relationships?" she asked, looking at me questioningly. I started to think hard into this. When a young, middle-aged, or even not so young woman tries to find a partner, without success, she either throws in the towel and decides to focus on whatever it is she has doing, work, school, family, or she continues being set up on bad blind dats, running down men, and even desperately searching for cute, single guys in a local newspaper who she wishes to spend her future with. I was the one who decided to focus on work...but a little sex now and then from good ole Mr. Fuck Buddy always brightened my day.
"I'm all for new relationships, but I am yet to find a new relationship. I can't even find an available man, much less". I said. "But, since Saph is talking dirty porn" I stated casting a mischievous smile her way, "I have to admit that I don't mind being in a relationship with a good dick! And Jack's is perfect, he may not go down on me, but his dick more than makes up for that." I smiled, taking a sip of my drink.
"Did you give him head?" Belle sat up straight as an arrow and leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling brightly. "No honey, my rule of thumb is, I only give oral to get oral...no one-way right here. Why do some men don't want to go down on you but expects...no no, insists that you give them head? I don't get it? They want equality in all things as well. When you'e on the bus, they insist that it's time for equality, and that women must stand up as well as men. That women should carry heavy objects as men, that women must pay their own way as men, but when it comes to sex, they refuse to lick your coochie but they whine about you not sucking their cock! ANd heaven forbid you refuse, they get all upset and spend majority of their time trying to push your head in their groin area? I just don't get it, why can't their be equality in sex?" I replied.
"You know that is soo true!" Belle postulated, "And I was wid dis guy, a senior VP of a firm in New Kingston, yea he wanted oral sex, he gave so I thought, hell, why not? The man had a forrest where his dick should be, I couldn't find it! And when I actually did find the promised land, it smelled worse than one of those chicken trucks loaded wid chicken weh pass yuh pon di road! A nearly ded!" She laughed.
We all erupted giggling and choking. Maybe the best relationship sometimes were the ones that involved personal hygiene with oneself, and friends who you could count on to cheer you up when men were assholes.
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