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FELIXWIIZERO-MAN No.341 [Reply]

I'm just not sure what's the cause of it for me. I'm able to start a conversation and shit, but i'm not sure how it is on the chicks end. I don't really know how to judge myself in terms of looks on an honest level. I mean because if a really fat/ugly chick comes up to me, I don't immediately think of sex or wow I really want to be with this person. I'm not fat, but I think i'm ugly, and have been told that. So I wonder if that's what chicks are thinking when they talk to me. Sup faggots.

zero No.348

>>341 The following is a tale depicting the events during which my life was completely changed in all aspects. I shall only be a few minutes, so if you will please, have a seat, and I will relate to you the story of how I became known as the "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." It was on the western edge of the town of Philidelphia, Pennsylvania where I spent my childhood and adolescence, raised by my mother. I spent my days relaxing and enjoying wonderful leisure activity, usually by partaking in games of basketball just outside the school which I attended. One day, a couple of gentlemen, acting very suspicious and resentful of my playfulness, began to start some conflict with me. It was only one trivial brawl which I suffered through, but my mother indeed became rather worried. She told me when I returned to my home that I would be moving with my aunt and uncle in the town of Bel-Air, California. I signaled for a taxi cab to pick me up, and when one arrived at the airport which I had just landed at, despite my decision to omit that part of my story, I became aware that the liscense plate affixed to its rear bumper had the word "FRESH" printed on it, and that there were couple of fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror inside the cab. I thought to myself that this taxi sure was a rare breed, but shook these thoughts from my head to return to the task at hand. I told the driver of the taxi to take me to Bel-Air. At around seven or eight o'clock that evening, and I jokingly commented to the driver that I would probably have to smell the inside of his taxi again at a later time. I then took a good look at my newfound kingdom at which I had just arrived. Indeed, I was at last there and I was prepared to sit on my new throne, to be dubbed the Prince of Bel-Air.

Grobda No.355

BIG BOSS HERE. ENTER THE TRACK OVER ON THE RIGHT. ...OVER

Anonymous No.356

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