Homie Hoppers..
In light of recent events, discoveries, and realizations, I had to make this special post.
I have zero tolerance for homie hoppers! Let's start with a definition.
A homie hopper is a male (or female) who sleeps with more than one person in your crew or clique. (A clique is defined as the people of the same sex that you hang out with on a regular basis.)
Now that we are on the same page, let's talk about how despicable this act is. I hang out with the same people on a weekly basis. We all have our own friends and friends of friends, but we still get together on a regular to have some drinks and cause trouble out here in the world. It's common knowledge who these people are and how close we are affiliated.
If you're sleeping with me, you can't be trying to sleep with one of the clique too! And if you've slept with one of the crew members, the rest of the crew is off limits.
Pause: There are extenuating circumstances, well circumstance. The only exception to the rule is the case of true love. The only way that this could work is if the other clique members know the situation in it's entirety and new, happy couple their blessing. I don't ever actually see this happening though.
Why sleep with me if you want my friend? Why not just sleep with my friend?
Why are we letting this happen inside of our cliques ladies? Respect boundaries.
I don't know if it's me. Maybe I threw a wrench in the order of things.
The thing about it is though, gentlemen, is that women talk--we talk about just about everything. No, you don't understand. We talk about more than you would probably want us to share. We talk about EVERYTHING from smile to size, and sincerity to stamina. We are walking around with a cheat sheet on a bunch of men. We talk about how you hit it, how long it lasted, how good it was, how big it was, whether you know how to work it, and some other intimacies. This is what girls do. Not necessarily a kiss and tell session, but sex is often the topic of female gatherings and we can get critical.
If you're passing yourself around, we are probably clowning. I know I am.
I'm not innocent. Before #58, there was his friend #57. Yeah, I'm a homie hopper too, or at least I was in this instance. #57 had left the city and been gone for more than a year, but no excuses. I slept with his friend, probably his best friend. Now I have to live with that, especially now that #57 is trying to make a come back in my life. Bad situation all around.
I am a firm believer in bros before hos, or in this case chicks before dicks. I will never fight with one of my ride or die friends over a dude. They are a dime a dozen out here, and we are all carrying $5.
To the men though, we will find out. You're not smarter or more sneaky than a female--EVER. Just eliminate yourself now, that way I won't have to.
I have zero tolerance for homie hoppers! Let's start with a definition.
A homie hopper is a male (or female) who sleeps with more than one person in your crew or clique. (A clique is defined as the people of the same sex that you hang out with on a regular basis.)
Now that we are on the same page, let's talk about how despicable this act is. I hang out with the same people on a weekly basis. We all have our own friends and friends of friends, but we still get together on a regular to have some drinks and cause trouble out here in the world. It's common knowledge who these people are and how close we are affiliated.
If you're sleeping with me, you can't be trying to sleep with one of the clique too! And if you've slept with one of the crew members, the rest of the crew is off limits.
Pause: There are extenuating circumstances, well circumstance. The only exception to the rule is the case of true love. The only way that this could work is if the other clique members know the situation in it's entirety and new, happy couple their blessing. I don't ever actually see this happening though.
Why sleep with me if you want my friend? Why not just sleep with my friend?
Why are we letting this happen inside of our cliques ladies? Respect boundaries.
I don't know if it's me. Maybe I threw a wrench in the order of things.
The thing about it is though, gentlemen, is that women talk--we talk about just about everything. No, you don't understand. We talk about more than you would probably want us to share. We talk about EVERYTHING from smile to size, and sincerity to stamina. We are walking around with a cheat sheet on a bunch of men. We talk about how you hit it, how long it lasted, how good it was, how big it was, whether you know how to work it, and some other intimacies. This is what girls do. Not necessarily a kiss and tell session, but sex is often the topic of female gatherings and we can get critical.
If you're passing yourself around, we are probably clowning. I know I am.
I'm not innocent. Before #58, there was his friend #57. Yeah, I'm a homie hopper too, or at least I was in this instance. #57 had left the city and been gone for more than a year, but no excuses. I slept with his friend, probably his best friend. Now I have to live with that, especially now that #57 is trying to make a come back in my life. Bad situation all around.
I am a firm believer in bros before hos, or in this case chicks before dicks. I will never fight with one of my ride or die friends over a dude. They are a dime a dozen out here, and we are all carrying $5.
To the men though, we will find out. You're not smarter or more sneaky than a female--EVER. Just eliminate yourself now, that way I won't have to.
My sisters a homie hopper what do I do ? #slut #idkwattodo #shetookmyfriendsman
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