Let me tell Y'all about my homeboy Tate, this dude is the biggest dog/player there will ever be! I'm sure if you look in the dog pedigree he'll be there as a new breed. He's such a playboy he's screwed his next door neighbor sister and her mother! I once asked him why he dog these women out his response was "If all men are dogs why don't I just hump as many bytches as I can find, shelter, & food". I told him". I was so puzzled had to ask him what in the world does that mean. Here is his explanation "If We're all dogs that mean bytches gave birth to us to begin with". Turns out Tate was referring to what made him the way he is. Tate was the dream come true for any single lady in Black America, he was raised by his single mother with no father figure. Tate had great morals and understating of women emotions,good paying job, good education graduated with honors from UTA, worked out like billy blanks,& mostly good relationship with God. However at the age of 34 he founded himself living the bachelor life because ten years before he hooked up with a girl that 5 years later decided to call it quits. Her reasoning was "he was way too good to be true". Tate told me some women just don't know what they have in front them & then proceeded to tell me if they knew" they were bytches after all".
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