Last Sunday morning, I called my best friend (Nicole) who lives in Denver… here’s what the conversation went like…
Christine: Hey, girl, what’s up?
Nicole: (giggling) Oh, hey, girlie… I just got home… I was a bad girl last night…
Chistine: You were? What’d you do?
Nicole: I had the hottest fuckin’ sex… this boy is incredible…
Christine: Why’s he so great? Is he a hottie?
Nicole: Such a hottie. Kinda dark skin, long eyelashes, lots of tats… and he’s only 28.
Christine: So how’d you meet him?
Nicole: I went out on a date with him…
Christine: You fucked him on your first date?!
Nicole: Oh, girl… you wouldn’t believe how cool this guy is… he took me out to dinner, but you know what he did first?
Christine: What?
Nicole: Okay… he was supposed to pick me up at 8:00, right? So at 7:30, the doorbell rings…
Christine: So… he can’t tell time or what?
Nicole: No, girl listen… He had flowers delivered. The card said, “I’ll see you in half an hour.”
Christine: Are you serious?
Nicole: Yes.
Christine: Oh my God… that’s awesome. I can’t believe he sent you flowers a half hour before he was going to see you.
Nicole: Damn… as soon as I saw those flowers, I knew I was gonna fuck him.
Christine: He know what to do, huh?
Nicole: That’s for sure.
So, Nicole went on to tell me about how great the sex was with this guy… but I’ll spare you those details. The point is… this guy was smart. See… we women know BEFORE we go out on the date whether we’re going to sleep with the guy or not. We make that decision as we’re getting ready… if we know we’re going to sleep with him, we take time to do all the girlie stuff we need to do to look hot when we’re naked… we also pick out sexier bras and panties if we know they’re going to be on display for you a few hours later… so, this brilliant little stud apparently knows this secret, and decided to give my friend a little help in making up her mind… at the perfect time.
So boys… I can’t promise that the same thing would work for you, but it worked for him. So you might want to add that one to your repertoire. 
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Obviously your friend is a whore.
(u)
thats bullshit
well… I’d have to agree with Sean the Virgin on this one…
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not bullshit. not a whore. but call it and her what you want. some of us know what we’re doing, and the rest of you don’t.
(W)
she is definately gagging for it…
I BET SHE SLEPT WITH THE GUY WHO DELIVERED THE FLOWERS..
LIKE OMG… ! FLOWERS… LETS GET SOME CANDLES AND YOU CAN TAKE ME RIGHT HERE ON THE COFFEE TABLE WHILE I READ THE CARD FROM THE FLOWERS.
DOES ANYONE HAVE SELF RESPECT.
PS. IT WAS ME WHO SENT THE FLOWERS.
PS. WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY
PS. SHE WAS LAME BETWEEN THE SHEETS AND I WANT MY FLOWERS BACK
OHHHH SWEET TULIPSS… AHAA
Haha. I’m using this.
What’s up with these guys leaving these comments. Bunch of
haters it seems. Go get some fool
:d i did it on her bday (^) but instaid of giving her flowers i gave her a box of chocklates and that seemed to work like a charm :p
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but i dont know we did drink alot (y)
lol
yeeeaahh nigga
(u) hey nigga that bitch Is a go!
lmfaoo aww :’-) the same thing happend to me (l)