I swear to God I'm not making a word of this up. This is some fucked up shit right here. I'm screwed.
She's 24, her name is Michelle, shes a brunette with LONG ass hair and her face melts me. She's got these fucking shiny ass emerald green eyes that just suck the will right out of my head.
She's also 9 months pregnant and she's due to pop literally ANY second. Her Husband was killed in Iraq 7 months ago. I checked on it when I got home tonight and she's for real. The kid will be a girl btw.
So I brought her home, fed her (you know how pregnant chicks are), tucked her into my bed and tossed a blanket and some pillows on my couch since thats where Imma sleep tonight like the Gentleman I am.
I then sat down and read through the 5 pages of notes we wrote to each other in the notebook she carries with her. She carries that around with her because shes deaf. Like stone deaf.
I have only been able to honestly say this ONCE in my life before: I'm smitten. Open mouth, insert hook. She's fucking beautiful and I'm owned.
She's 24, her name is Michelle, shes a brunette with LONG ass hair and her face melts me. She's got these fucking shiny ass emerald green eyes that just suck the will right out of my head.
She's also 9 months pregnant and she's due to pop literally ANY second. Her Husband was killed in Iraq 7 months ago. I checked on it when I got home tonight and she's for real. The kid will be a girl btw.
So I brought her home, fed her (you know how pregnant chicks are), tucked her into my bed and tossed a blanket and some pillows on my couch since thats where Imma sleep tonight like the Gentleman I am.
I then sat down and read through the 5 pages of notes we wrote to each other in the notebook she carries with her. She carries that around with her because shes deaf. Like stone deaf.
I have only been able to honestly say this ONCE in my life before: I'm smitten. Open mouth, insert hook. She's fucking beautiful and I'm owned.
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