The cycle continues.Girls seem to treat their pussy like, in my brother's esteemed words, a scooby snack. You get it if you treat them right, if you are nice, or if you practically kiss their fucking ass. FUCK THAT! Then you have the bitches that wear the sluttiest of outfits, yet get mad if you come at them like they are a slut. IF YOU DRESS LIKE A SLUT, YOU'RE A SLUT. PERIOD. For instance, this one time at The Velvet Room (shittiest club in Atlanta), this girl had basically a fluffy, feathery, red sports bra on as her shirt. But the only difference was that it didn't go around the middle of the back, it went around in strings and wrapped around her neck and lower back. She didn't even look good to me. She was light skinned, had fake eyes (color contacts), and was bony. But being that I was drunk I thought that she was worth dancing with. So I go up to her and I start dancing behind her and she's like, "Uhh, if you want to dance you ask me to." Even though I'm faded I'm looking at her like, "Did this bitch say what I thought she just said?" So she tries to start dancing and I put my hands on her hips and she pushes them away and then responds with, "Uhh, I know how to dance I don't need you to guide me." I respond with, "What the fuck are you talking about?" She then says, "Forget it" and stops dancing. Then I hear her telling her fat friends how I'm so controlling and shit. HAHA, you dumb bitch. You wear that slutty ass outfit and don't even want a guy to touch your hips? The funny thing is, she goes to Clark-Atlanta University! A school that you only need a 2.5 GPA and a 900 on your SAT to get into! And she has the nerve to have an attitude like she's better than somebody. The whole night this wanna-be-arrogant bitch was doing that to guys like her shit was too good for them. It's bitches like these that I don't feel bad for when I hear about them being raped. .
Another one of my "pet peeves" is fat girls.
