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Hot Chocolate’ll Never Be The Same…

So…

there was this girl I was courting a couple years ago… Let’s call her Trill Scott…

Anyways.. Trill Scott was a lil younger than me, so i took things with her slow just so i wouldn’t mess anything up cause i liked her.. but we had been on a 2 dates and didn’t get passed holdin hands, snugglin, and kisses on the cheek.. she was diggin me tho…

anywho… this particular day we went to See Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 (f*ck you that’s a good movie) and the whole drive over there i’m saying to myself: “i’m getting that kiss, whether you like it or not” but then i realized that was kinda Roethlisberger-ish so i too back the second part… but i was getting that kiss…

so… i’m playing the date in my head and it’s going smoothly.. we get to the theatre and it’s empty so we sit down… and 10 mins later Congratulashayla and Topromanaysha come in with their spermgoons that they call children and they sit right behind us..

these kids couldn’t have been older than 5 but they were bad for absolutely no reason… this scene comes in the movie where Alvin fights a bully and takes off running through school and this lil bastard jumps up in his seat and says all up in our ears:

“OOHHH GO RED!! GO RED!! YOU SEE RED?!? YOU SEE DAT NIGGA?! HE GON! I’M RED! I’M RED NOW!!! GO BOY!

in an ideal world i would’ve turned around and hit his narrow ass with an uppercut…

his rant annoyed her and didn’t help me at all…

so after the movie she wanted to go to McDonalds and get hot chocolate … since i paid for the movie she said she’d pay for the hot chocolate… which wasn’t even close to fair but I was working and she wasn’t so… I ain’t eem mad

but we get there and when she goes to pay the cashier gets this stank ass look and stares me down like “Hmph…. triflin ass nigga”

ho… mind your business and give her her semteen cents back…

so we’re having a great convo at McDonalds and she keeps telling me how she’s having a good time and she likes my face n shit…

so we crush the hot chocolate and we’re on our way back to her house and it’s Cold as hell outside and i ain’t have a jacket so i turnt the heat up in the car…

after about 15 mins she asks to turn it off cause it made her nauseous… I apologized, and cut it off…

then 10 mins later she tells me that she feels like she is gonna throw up soon…

I liked her so i tried to work with her…. but i told her in the straightest of faces: “yo…. i really like you Fo’head… but we 5 mins away from your house if you throw up in my car i’m never talking to you again”

she laughed… i was serious but anyway… i get to her house and she gets out and immediately says that she doesn’t think she’s gonna make it..

so she threw her purse and was trying to get outta her jacket while doing that heavy breathing spitting puke preparation that we all do…

there goes my kiss….

I have a ridiculously weak stomach when it comes to stuff like that… i’m getting nauseous just thinking bout typing what happened next…

she leaned over her fence and then she goes: “HHUAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”

and i didn’t wanna seem like a dick and just stand there so i was awkwardly rubbing her back…

and i’m dramatically thinking to myself “UGGHH OOOOHH MY GAWD I CAN HEAR IT HIT THE GROUND….. OOOHHH SHIT THAT’S GROSS I’M FINNA THO UP NEXT…

her next words still make me chuckle to this day..

“this is so embarra-PLUUAAAHHHHHH!!!”

and i’m still thinkin to myself.. “EEEWWWW IT SMELLS LIKE HOT FUCKIN CHOCOLATE!!”

so i helped her into the house and made sure she was ok.. kissed her on the Fo’head cause obviously the mouf was out of commission for a few weeks… in my eyes anyway..

she was appreciative that i aint up n leave….

But yea…. haven’t had hot chocolate since….

while I still have your attention check out my boy Andy T’s website: http://www.argylepaisley.com/

Preciate ya.. until next time folk!

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