Review by 1722063, September, 2015
I laid the lumber on this chic earlier in August. She was in a house on the eastside. She said via text that she was 5'4 150 lbs and I was like, alright a meaty chic. Got to her house some 30 minutes later and this bone head gave me the wrong house number. Why? When I called to get the right number, this chic told me I looked like the police. Really? I guess she figured that bulge in my pants was a police baton. That's not a baton lady! Anyways, I started to leave and she called me be asking a bunch of retarded questions. She finally relented and gave me the right house number. I knocked on the door and Non-viper's, the buck stops here. Viper's, read on. A no repeat for me anyways as I wasn't feeling the body and her ass wasn't smelling too righteous.
