What Would You Do??

I got curious and wanted to know the answers to a few questions.

1. What would you do if you saw Roscoe Dash raping a horse? Do you watch or keep it moving.. or do you tell someone?
2. What yould you do if Waka Flocka was your pimp?
3. What would you do if Travis Porter kicked down your front door yelling "upside down!!"
4. What would you do if Nicki Minaj stopped being Barbie and went back to being Ken? Do these #basicbitches start calling themselves Ken and dressing like little boys?
5. What would you do if Usher was really your "daddy?"
6. What would you do if @KatStacks_JR drugged you up and a few weeks later came talking bout "bae im pregnant?"
7. What would you do if @JBarbie20 did the same thing? (If I was a dude, I'd personally knock both them bitches out)
8. What would you do if Soulja Boy was really Jesus??????????????? o__O
9. What would you do if Lil Wayne came out to not be the father of ANY of his children?
10. What would you do if Drake was the last man on Earth and he was the only one who could save us from extinction? (I'd just have to be extinct)

- once again.. just curious

Keisha's Story

Keisha’s Story

It all started that day at the waffle house. Yep, that’s where I met Travis Porter. Quez walked up to me unexpectedly and asked if I had a man. I told him no, his response was “that’s cool”. He then asked if my name was Keisha I said dats right. How you know my name? He responded who don’t know you, you the baddest bitch in the world shorty. He then made me gasp when he stated that he could make me say AEIOU. I laughed it off though. That’s when Ali stepped in and asked if you hit her can I hitter too? I stopped him mid sentence and told him I could bring my friend Nicki if he wanted. He agreed and asked me if we smoked. I told him yeah, we be getting fucked up to that joint yall made called smoking song. They laughed and Quez asked me if I heard guitar song. I nodded yeah, what about it. He smiled, licked his lips and said I can make that ass go ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner-ner. I couldn’t do nothing but laugh at his craziness. Strap then walked over and interrupted our conversation. “Hellyoutalmbout over here Quez” I thought he was pretty rude. “Brah, I got the most freakiest girl standing in front of me right now.” Quez whispered to Strap. I guess he thought I didn’t hear him. (Sighs) those were the good times, when I used to run around with them screaming that rocks just for the hell of it. Anyways, I then became Travis Porter’s nasty girl from that day on. Everybody knew who I was. From the djs to the radio show hosts. Travis Porter was knee-deep in me. I loved being around them. I was their rollin girl. I’d do anything for them. Sometimes we’d throw parties and me and Nicki’d be doin it slow. Sliding down the poles just the way they liked it. They liked Nicki a lot too. Ali always said she’s an alien for some reason. I think its cause she’s so different from the other girls around. She’s very misunderstood. She does what she does for the money, that was her hustle. If it was that easy to make it in the world, we wouldn’t be doing this shit. Anyways, then came along roscoe dash. Me nor Nicki approved of him. We knew he was a snake from day one. Tried to tell the boys but they said it was okay, he wouldn’t cross them. Things went sour between them and him so they had to cut the fool. That’s good for his ass! The boys then began having problems that needed to be solved that only they had the answer to. That’s where the making of aphorism came. But back to the fun days. Summertime was right round the corner and yall know Nicki and I can make that happen like no other summer you’ve ever had. Summer was freaky as hell for us though. We were in another zone I tell ya. that’s when more problems came our way. There were bitches and hoes at my door left and right trying to fight me over Travis Porter. I guess they were jealous. I had to get on Quez and them ass about that. They told me they would neva eva let anybody do me wrong, and that I shouldn’t worry about them stupid bitches. I was like I don’t know it don’t feel right to me. They assured me and Nicki that everything was gone be all good. We took their word. Everything was fine for awhile. Nicki spent major time with Strap, While I was with Quez mostly, and Ali had nobody really. He always walked around saying “Where’s my new girl, I need a new girl” that’s when we introduced him to Tasha. He liked her a lot. She was a stripper who’s motto was “As long as I get all my money I’ll do whatever yall want”. She was still in high school. She was the baby of the group, a senior at Redan High. That’s where the idea of superlative came from. Ali always said he think she should win the superlatives in the year book. On her graduation day we threw her a private party. That’s the night she introduced me and Nicki to the strip club scene. Now that all 3 of us were strippers Travis thought they should make a song for their girls to dance to at the club. Strap then came up with “she’s a stripper”. That song became our anthem on that very day they recorded it. Everyday before me and the girls left for the club Quez made sure he got a hold of me so I wouldn’t touch another man while at work. I thought it was cute and gave him the nick-name Mr. Beat it Down. He thought that was funny. Us 3 girls along with Travis Porter became the life of the party. Nobody could top what we were doing in Georgia. We had shit turnt upside down. Every single that Travis Porter had out was playing all day long on the radio. The 6 of us kept this party life going for a few more years. But, every good thing has to come to end. They had gotten a little too old to still be making young peoples music, so they checked out once they felt they were straight. Now Strap lives as a life-coach, teaching young boys to stay off the streets and follow your dreams. Quez is now living happy with his wife and son. Ali is now a music producer making magic happen for the young upcoming artists. They’re still very close friends/brothers. As for me, Nicki, and Tasha. I’m living my life happily with my son. I’m a single, independent mother. Nicki has moved on to acting. That girl know she got some talent. Tasha… Tasha’s still in the club scene, living the fast life. Her life just isn’t as easy as me and Nicki’s is. I had some great times in my Travis Porter days. When we said we were headed to da top we meant it.

-signed Keisha Porter

uhh....

am i the only one that wants a some what abusive guy? [pauses to give you time to throw some insults my way if youre that type of person] okay... you can shut the fuck up now... like i was saying, theres alot of niggas out there that say they'll never put their hands on a female. i mean, i aint mad... shydd, power to ya. im just sayin, what happened to all the niggas that aint afraid to smack a bitch down? ... i want one of those. you know, one of them fine ass rough necks that aint afraid to choke me up and be like "i said go fix me breakfast." followed by a slight eye twitch... even if it is lunch time. that nigga that'll make me fall out with my friends because im comin around with black eyes #nshit. got them tryin to jump him and shit. smfh. but dont get me wrong, the aggressiveness aint no one way street. he'll be walkin round with a fat ass bottom lip or something. yuppp, thats my dream nigga tho... he gotta be fineAF tho. i just aint bout to get beat up by no basic faced nigga. and i aint just about to let any nigga hit me. there's gotta be some type of love in it. cause you better believe if it aint no love in it and he pull some crazy shit i will stab him in his sleep. [off topic, i think ima go on nigga rehab for a while: refraining from using the N word.] but yeah, anyways, it aint like im tryin to be ICU'd or no shit like that even tho some abusive relationships lead to death. im sayin tho, he can just leave a bruise or two or three or four on my light skinned ass and have me lyin #nshit talkin bout i fell or some other bullshit lies. im tryna get that bomb make up sex too. nigga be tryna dick me down and he gotta stop every so often cause my body already be all sore from the beat down he dished out a few hours earlier.... but yeah... i can go on and on but im gettin tired of typin so ima go ahead and end this madness. bye :)