Don't Mess with a Jealous Queen

D21. Word got to me that my so-called loyal man, who swore he was pulling a night shift at work, was actually out partying hard at some sketchy house bash with his bros and a bunch of cheap skanks. I stormed over there, ready to rip him a new one, only to find him plastered beyond belief, passed out cold, and wrapped up with one of those trashy broads. So, I grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped off a little piece of skin from his dick—holy hell, you should’ve heard him scream like a banshee! I’d say that’s a damn fair punishment for crossing me.

#jealousy #revenge #savage #drama

Some dude figured she’s just another cheap riverside hustler, trading favors for pocket change.

I’m slinging ink at a tattoo joint, and today this chick rolls in, bawling her eyes out, begging me to zap off a tat she got for her sorry excuse of a boyfriend. Turns out, the bastard dumped her cold after spotting herpes on her lip. His genius buddies swore up and down that you only get that from going down on someone with the nasty downstairs version—no other way, bro. Oh, and get this: the guy’s a whopping 23 years old, a real brain trust!

#drama #tattooregret #breakup #wtf

When the Rocket Failed to Launch

I was vibing with this dude, real sweet guy, treated me like a damn queen. We’d stroll around, hit up cozy cafes, catch flicks at the cinema. Then, boom, he invites me over to his place, and I’m like, hell yeah, let’s do this. We grab some wine, throw on a random series, start sipping and chilling. Clock hits 11 PM, shit gets steamy—he’s all over me, peeling off my top, unhooking my bra, stripping down himself. We’re this close to banging, but fuck, his soldier wouldn’t salute. Total crash and burn, straight to hell. After that disaster, he ghosted me hard—no calls, no texts, probably drowning in shame. Poor bastard, I actually feel for him.

#epicfail #awkwardmoment #bedroomblues #noshow