Chapleer's Comment. An overview of the REAL CHAPS.
Westside, Miami, full of hot sexy girls lined up, not my taste, dad's gone makin' love, momma gone strippin', and me? Seein' booties up all night. Chaplin....not a damn chance.
Inside, I'm hot. Inside nobody knows. I'm sweet. Caresses, rubbin' elbows, wolf whistlin', makin' love, kissin' till' I'm drunken', cuddlin', all I can think of my personal life. When do I get to be cool? When I'm so silent and yet I know I would cherish those moments. Chaplin's know what he's doin' he's doin' right and some'in bright. You know, I wake up every morning, look out the foggy window, wiped it with my naked hands and looked down. A beautiful image flashed in an instant. Her booties up, her boobs got nothin' but flavour, her lips so sexy and fresh, yet her face is just innocent. You see Chaplin all the time? With his cane jumping around like he knows what he's doin' but inside? different bro. He won't speak, but he can talk. Ask him to speak, wouldn't answer for anythin'. Bribe him? He knows what to do. Take the money, and gain weight. Get even nerdier yet love and affection just fills up his mine like a bullet ricochet. Ask him to talk, he'll talk; he'll talk love. But Chaplin won't cuddle, or caress, rub elbows, wolf whistle, make love, make out, get drunk...his love for women is different than any other. I would, because I've got nuclear bursting in my mind.
I would be surprised. Of how he acts in TVs. Chaplin's maybe silly and odd and funny, but he doesn't treat love as a game. His affection is indescribable. Who are we to judge?
Reality is different, Chaplin's just insanely different - and I'm proud that he is, man I got 'goose bumps'.
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RomanceChapleer, Chaplin's brother, stickin' around with girls. Chaplin's just different. Unique in his own way. When he sees women, plays around, gets attention. No one seems to be interested in Chaplin, he's just to goofy. Some thinks he's such a trouble...
