What do I do. It feels like I'm stuck in the middle. He's my dog but she want me stuck in the middle. Whether I tell him or not I'll get the same results. I'm gone just stir up confusion and he gonna feel insult. On this hand redbone, slanted eyes, thick thighs. On the other my n*** since junior high. We made a pact when we was flippin them pie. It was said that if it ever went down that we would ride or die. It aint my business he ain' treating her right... says he ain' needin' her right... But if I f*** her would he be alright? I ask the question dog cause she that tight.
