Hey, just a dude. Currently got this 1 BR 1 BA apt and my roommate moved out a couple weeks ago. He and I had some creative differences u feel me? We got in a couple of fights n he was always havin colds n flus n I couldnt deal with his sorry ass anymore. anyway, the cost of this would be $250 CASH ONLY for the use of my bed plus the free use of utilities and even watching Comcast (I have the Extra Innings Package FYI) .
The living room here is real spacious and kingly (FIT FOR A KING) and either we can share a BR as I was doing before or u can sleep on the floor out there. Up 2 u no pressure. Also have laundry right on the top floor above here. E-Z walk 2 the commercial district and right on the TA busline if ur looking for a bigger trip.
Now I just want 2 say this. Whatever happens here, u know, if u sleep in the BR, I promise I will be super respectful. I got out of a long relationship as I was saying and its been super duper long since Ive had a special connection with a girl. I don’t necessarily want a GF or BF, just a person who will hold me tight at night when I start 2 get weak. Maybe u can tell me about ur day and then I can tell u about mine.
So baby my day was pretty much the same as always. On disability for my back (Purple Heart) and surfing that World Wide Web. Another day another dollar LOL. Ur day I imagine was full of fun + excitement. I see u as a university student. Maybe a LIT Major. U pull ur pigtail through the back of ur baseball cap (GO MARLINS!). Very becoming. U have blonde hi-lites in ur hair, something I have sort of a “fetish” about u might say. We sit on my old futon in the spacious and kingly (FIT FOR A KING) living room underneath my poster from Scarface. Its Tony Montana (AL PACINO) in the hot tub and underneath there is the captioned THE WORLD IS URS.
Which makes b/c that night anyway the world would be just 4 the 2 of us (I think thats an Usher song as well). I try 2 run my hand down ur Victoria’s Secret university brand “Pink” sweatpants and u pull away. WTF is up with U??? Im just tryin 2 be polite n sweet n UR acting like Im some sicko creeper! Some old sad piece of shit who is so hard up (LOL @ “hard”) that he sometimes puts an unloaded pistol in his mouth that his dad gave him 4 his funeral. Just 2 C how it feels u know. Not like I want 2 do it all that much.
Now ur putting ur shit back in a suitcase or bag. HEY!!! Didn’t u just agree 2 come live herre u piece of shit? I ought 2 beat ur fuckin head in. I think about what it would be like 2 just rip u 2 shreds then I know that thats not going 2 get us anywhere.
“Cum on baby let’s go get it on and put this behind us” I beg of u.
“Just now when u were tryin 2 rape me I got a look in that coat closet of urs n theres a rotting body in there n thats why everything smells so bad in here!” u shout back.
“No F’ing way” I say. “Its just a busted SEWER LINE thats why its so stinky + the rent here is so good even though its close 2 downtown as well as the TA busline if u need 2 go shopping.”
“No u warped asshole theres a bunch of body parts n there n flies n u basically threw me down on this couch after I got here n started runnin ur hand down my pants WTF is wrong with u?” I am startin 2 think u R playin hard 2 get MISSY.
Ah this is so stupid why am I tryin 2 find anybody. This place is $250 bucks but whatevs who gives a shit this world is full of awful fuckin assholes who will just break ur heart the second u start 2 feel anythin in ur nutsac. Even one lil bo-peep of a pop down there n suddenly people think Im just some screwball n Im dangerous n U cant trust me.
U know what? Im not rentin this fucking room. Im just gonna hole up in here til I die of starvation n u sorry sons of bitches will C how wrong u were about UR BABY BOY (thats why my tattoo says BABY BOY on my left tit FYI MISSY). U will all miss me when Im gone n I will be up in 7th heaven, lookin down n laughin at u stupid stupid STUPID dicklickers n my cock also FYI will be 3 feet long n Im not even kiddin.
ONLY CONTACT ME IF UR SERIOUS ABOUT THIS!!!! 1ST COME 1ST SERVED. NO SPAMMERS