Summer is ending

Ugh summer is ending and I hate it :-( I just need like 1 more week of summer vacation and I will be straight. I was told my classes would be on the student portal for my school but I can't seem to go on mine, but my brother and sister can and that sucks for me because now I got to wait when school starts to know all my classes I will  be taking. I would at least try my best to focus on my grades and make an  effort  since this would be my junior year. I got to wake up early again and do classwork and plus homework which is everything that I hate, but just got to deal with it and hope for the best. I Hope there would be no drama this school year.... What am I saying well there would be some type of drama anyway I think.  Junior year here  I come let the school year begin.                   

THIS IS WHAT I CALL CHEAP LOL

Shawty is a Man (Shawty is a Ten Remix)

Read and test your mind lol

She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he

"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,

I've not had this before.

My friend has had it five times

And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful

Tears formed in her eyes

It was hurting quite a bit now

It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered

"His face filled with a grin

"Try and open wider

So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered

"I know" she cried in bliss

Feeling it deep within her now

She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort

She gave a frightened shout

He gripped it in anguish

And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended

Sighed and gave a smile

She said "I'm glad I came now

You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this really carefully

She was at the dentist and

it's not what you imagined

It's just your dirty mind!!!

A Poem I found on the internet, Is this poem even funny?

Mr. Jones' and his Wife


Let me tell you 'bout Jones (a guy not so bad),

his attractive blond wife, and the problem they had.

Now Jones was quite small, he weighed one-seventeen,

and was meek as a fellow as you've ever seen.

But his wife was a full six foot three in her hat,

almost two hundred pounds and not an ounce of it fat,

With an aggressive demeanor to match her appearance,

from her husband she demanded complete, full adherence.

Now, to all of his friends Mr. Jones would complain,

that life with his wife would soon drive him insane.

"She's always riding me hard..." he would say.

They figured that meant she was nagging him some way,

Or scolding him for all the money he spent,

but it seems his complaint was more literally meant.

Yes, she'd ride him from the moment they got into bed,

'till early next morning, for all the days they'd been wed

She'd ride him all night, she was always on top,

- either forwards or backwards - but always non-stop.

Oh, she'd cat nap every so often, but then,

she'd straddle poor Jones and then ride him again.

And it seemed that Jones' tensions would not likely cease,

for whenever he was close to climactic release,

His strong wife would slap him and loudly shout, "NO!

I've got five or six more orgasms to go!

And I don't want your critical part going limp.

So c'mon, have some self-control, ya big wimp!"

But then, every morning, though his wife was quite sated,

poor Jones would lie there completely frustrated.

For years he went on, very ungratified,

but then, a new outlet was discovered and tried.

Yes, he set many records down at the sperm bank's,

he could get half a pint with just one little yank,

with no girlie pictures or videos used,

and none of his donations were ever refused.

Yes, he'd found his new calling in life, it appears.

Mr. Jones was the banks biggest donor in years!