We were sitting around bullshitting and having a good time picking on Pixie. By now, everyone had heard about Pixie, the club w***e, and the corn. Her brothers kept telling her that they were going to get her shirts made. One that says, 'I'm not your food, I'm ribbed for your pleasure'. And another that says 'Disguised as corn but I vibrate and I'm ribbed for your pleasure' with a picture of a corn on the cob on it with a face and arms and legs.
They even drew up pictures of both of them. And, needless to say, my girl was ready to kill all four of them. And they knew it, and everyone else did as well. She's even threatened to put a hex on them. And they just laughed until she went to each of them and started to pull some of their hair out.
"Ow, what the f**k was that for, Seneca?" Circ
