Part 9 : The Wedding Secret #aifruitstories #talkingfood #brainrot #foodstory #strawberry

Are you out of your mind? On our wedding night? Stop! Just listen to me! Whoa, this fine piece of chocolate? In you go! Can we talk now? I really have nothing to say. I understand how you feel. Your feelings are valid. But I'd like to express myself to you. With chocolate Tina, it was a long history I never really got over. That's why I never mentioned it. I thought I was over her when I met you. But seeing her at the work event brought back feelings I never thought were still there. I don't care about your history with chocolate Tina. Our future is all that matters. You need to promise me you'll commit to me only, and stop this nonsense. I'm trying, and I'll stop all communications with chocolate Tina. There's no reason for it anymore, especially after today. Calling the cops on her was the last straw. I'm so sorry for the stress I caused you. I leave you alone for two days, and you bring chocolate Tina back here? To our house? To our room? Chocolate Tina is like an addiction. An addiction? I don't understand it myself. Do you really love me? Of course I do. I... Wait, let me finish. The wedding is in less than a week, and with your unfaithfulness, it's turning into my funeral. You think chocolate Tina is an addiction? That's crazy. She almost threw me off the balcony. I was terrified. You've never said this about me. I've heard enough. I don't want to talk anymore. Hello? Hello, who's this? It's me, chocolate Tina. Wait, is this your new number or something? No, I'm in jail, and I need your help getting me out. I'm serious, chocolate trail. Alright, alright. I'll be there in a few minutes. Oh man, this is too good. It's really not funny, chocolate trail. Oh, my bad. My bad. I just never imagined that day I would be picking my little sister up from jail. Like, what'd you do to get into this situation? I lost control of my anger. I held a woman out the balcony. I wasn't trying to unalive her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. I'm not the one to be played with. That's some young host shit right there. And here I thought you were doing good for yourself. Now, you out there get locked behind bars for what? Some dick? Who's the dude anyways? Strawberry. Ain't that the dude you was fucking with back in the days that was going to propose to you? Wait, you knew? Shit, well, yeah. And you didn't tell me? It wasn't my place. And after you left, I just forgot. You know how my head beat sometimes. I left because I thought strawberry dough was cheating. Women. Where are we going anyways? I know the perfect place you need to be at right now to clear your head. I just don't feel real cheating. No, don't play. You're my bitch in a new flinty. So I like middle. Now I can't know nigga pain. Some of time I'm in the field, keeping it real. Trying to come up on a kill.