Guest Perfect_Bo Report post Posted June 25, 2002 Wednesday evening, just a few days away for the grand Pay Per View that Bo knew he would have been a part of, but instead of all the beating that he will receive and that he will dish out, he decided to go home. Bo sits around on the chair that’s in front of the dining table. He waits patiently for his dinner, mmmm, steak. He sees his wife in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her husband and herself. Alex is already asleep after he ate his macaroni with cheese. Bo’s wife finished preparing and brings the plate to Bo and places it on the table. Bo did not look at her as he grabs the fork and he starts eating that steak like if his mother made it. Lwanda was waiting for a reply, a thank you, hell, an acknowledgement but receive none and went back to the kitchen and gets her own plate and walks back to the table and sat in front of her husband. They begin to eat; Bo is more into his food as Lwanda is more into Bo as she tries to start a conversation. Bo glanced up for a quick second and saw Lwanda staring at him and he quickly looks down on his plate and brought a fork full of steak to his mouth and he begun to chew on it like if it was the best thing in the world. Lwanda saw that and quickly put her fork down right after that and said: “Why haven’t we talked?” Bo looks up, swallowed what he had in his mouth and then said: “What are you talking about, we’ve talked.” “Ever since you came back you had longer conversation with Alex than with me, and he don’t even talk.” “Now you know that’s bull, because he talks up a storm.” “I mean an intelligent conversation Chuck. You say one sentence and then that’s it.” Bo looks up at her eyes and then he brings the fork down to the rice, scoops it up and puts it right in front of his mouth. Before he takes the food and puts it in his mouth he said: “Well, not now cause I’m eating.” “You can talk and eat at the same time.” Bo had already put the food in his mouth and he puts a finger up telling Lwanda to wait for a second. He swallows the rice and then said: “My mother always said to never eat with your mouth full and I’m following her words.” “Chuck, don’t give me that bullshit.” Bo quickly stands up and throws the fork to the kitchen in rage and screamed: “What the fuck you want from me huh? You want the fuckin truth, is that what you want?” Tears starts rolling down Lwanda’s cheek as he nods yes. “Yeah? That’s what you want? Bet… I can’t even look at you because you make me fuckin sick. You repulse me.” “But, But…” “Bitch, did I finish talking? Did I say I was done? No… Every time I look at you I get reminded of the shit that you did with that nigga. All the nasty shit you did with him and that just makes me want to fuck you up.” Now Lwanda jumped up from her seat as she began to scream, trying to top Bo’s voice. “Fuck you Chuck…” “Bitch, did I say you could talk now? No, I didn’t…” “Fuck you nigga, now it’s my turn to talk and your turn to listen…” Bo stood quiet, surprise that Lwanda actually stood up to him that way… This was the first time she did that and he didn’t know how to react. “What about you huh? You kept going out with that prick, smoking all that weed, having all those hoes feel up all over you and you expect me to bare down and grin it? You expect me to sit back and wait for you to realize what’s poppin while some bitch be suckin your dick? Nigga, who the fuck you think you are?” “Bitch, fuck you… First of all I didn’t fuck no bitch, no bitch sucked my dick I was fuckin loyal to you.” “Bull shit” Lwanda interrupted. “It’s the fuckin truth, but yet you gotta fuck my nigga, you gotta fuck my dog and shit and then got the nerves to want to talk about it.” “Yeah, because when I’m wrong I say I’m wrong, unlike you.” “Bitch, I aint wrong.” “You are in more ways than one.” Bo’s fuming, he’s really pissed off at this moment and wants to throw things as he calms down and said: “Fine, you want to talk about it?” Bo sits down and looks at Lwanda and waits for her to sit down and she does so. “You want to talk about it, we’ll talk about it… How was he?” “What?” “How was he? You wanted to talk about it so tell me how was he.” “Honestly?” “Yeah.” “You know what they say about niggas with big feet?” Bo raises one eyebrow in disgust and said: “Yeah?” “That is such a pile of shit… No bigger than my pinky, swear to god and it seems that he was lost 95 percent of the time. I think he was a virgin, I swear, if not, then I think he’s gay.” Bo just stares a hole right through Lwanda’s eyes, face still haven’t change, a mean look in his lips, twitching, yearning to beat someone down and then… He breaks out laughing… Lwanda started laughing as well because she knows it was funny and she finally broke Chuck with the truth. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that he has an extra belly button?” “That song, inny weening, shrivel little short dick man was inspired by his status.” They’re still laughing and that’s when Bo quiet down and said: “So, he wasn’t better than me?” Lwanda got up from her seat and walks towards Bo who just gaze right in her eyes as her hands found his face, massaging it with her finger tips and she said: “With him it was bad, 15 seconds sex, with you it’s making love and no one can compare to you. I did it because I was lonely and I needed someone by me.” Bo moves his head so that her hand slides off his face and then he said: “Next time get a dog.” “I don’t need a dog, I need you. You are my everything and I love you with all my heart, if it wasn’t for you and our baby, I wouldn’t live.” She reaches down with her head and Bo didn’t move as a gentle kiss emerges, she backs up to see his face and that’s when Bo said: “We need to talk.” End Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Guest HVilleThugg Report post Posted June 26, 2002 Is this what my legacy means?? Is this the mark I left on the fed?? Dear lord...I thought I was important. You're all dead!! *cries* Da "real slim shady" H Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
