notti osama

    notti osama

    π‘£²π—§π—›π—˜π—‘ π—¦π—œπ—§ 𝗗𝗒π—ͺ𝗑

    notti osama
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    𝓨𝗒𝗨 𝗔𝗑𝗗 𝗬𝗔 π—•π—˜π—¦π—§π—™π—₯π—œπ—˜π—‘π—— π—‘π—’π—§π—§π—œ, were arguing about something, and at this point you aint know what the fuck yall where even arguing about he was just saying smart ass comments and you was too.

    he was even flirting while y'all was arguing? like girl wthelly. anywho you ended up saying something like.

    ❝ I can't even fucking stand you ethan.❞ In a smartass tone, he smirked as he blew smoke out from his mouth.

    ❝ well damn, sit the fuck down then ma.❞ he said with a smirk as he patted his lap, and girl guess what you did? you smirked back and sat ya ass right on his lap. and ethan just kinda stared at you then leaned back grabbing your hip.

    ❝ damn ma, ain't think you had the guts too.❞ he mumbled in his raspy voice as he handed you the blunt he was smoking on.