oh well what the hell

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    oh well what the hell

    SO I MET THIS GUY IN THE CLUB ONE NIGHT .HE CAME UP TO ME WITH THIS SAD ASS PICK UP LINE AND ASKED ME TO THE DANCE FLOOR BUT HE WUZ FINE SO I SAID OH WELL WHAT THE HELL. SO WE MOVED TO THE DANCE FLOOR ,IT FELT GOOD TO GET OUT THE HOUSE AND GO CLUBING. SO I WAS EXCITED ABOUT DANCING WITH THIS FINE ASS BROTHER. AND EVERYTHING WUZ RIGHT FROM THE WAVES IN HIS HAIR TO THE ATMOSPHERE. EVENTUALLY WE SAT DOWN HE ASKED ME IF HE COULD BY ME A DRINK. YOU KNOW ME I WAS BROKE SO I SAID OH WELL WHAT THE HELL. TURNS OUT HE SLIPPED A LITTLE SOMETHING IN MY DRINK, THAT HAD ME FELLING HIGHER THAN A MOTHER FUCKER. SO AFTER A LONG INTRIGUING CONVERSTATION I WAS REALLY DIGGING HIM. THIRTY MINUTES LATER MY GIRLS ASKED ME IF I WAS READY TO GO. I HAD TO THINK FAST SO I DECIDED TO CONVIENCE MY GIRLS TO GIVE ME A LITTLE MORE TIME WITH THIS FINE ASS BROTHER. BEFORE I COULD SPEAK HE TOLD MY HOMEGIRLS HILL GIVE ME A RIDE. WHICH WAS GREAT CUZ I WAS PAYING HER GAS MONEY SO, I SAID OH WELL WHAT THE HELL. WE REMAINED AT THE CLUB FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER. AFTERWORDS HE TOOK ME TO THE HOUSE AND LIKE A TYPICAL GUY HE WALKED ME TO THE DOOR. AS I i DONT THINK I HAVE TO TELL YOU WERE WE ENDED UP, BUT YES, THE BED AT THE TIME I AM STILL THINKING OH WELL WHAT THE HELL.IT TURNS OUT THREE WEEKS LATER I WENT TO THE DOCTOR FOR A ROUTINE CHECK UP. TURNS OUT I WAS PREGNANT AND THIS LADIES IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SAY OH WELL WHAT THE HELL . -

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    cmlestrade commented on oh well what the hell

    07-11-2009

    How entertaining. I hope this is fiction. I truly enjoyed this. But in addition to saying "Oh well what the hell", you still have the threat of psycho's, STD'and a number of unpleasant visitors you may not expect. Great read.

    mcelvain

    11/11/2009

    thank you and it is fiction .i wrote it to send a message to others.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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