Novel & Cerita A Pink Bu Bi Bu

I was about to say something when Marina chimed in again. "This pink bitch knows fucking Kun-fu!!". We both looked at each other and laughed. "Ok Marina, what the fuck is it" I said. I call it "Pink Bitch" she said with a hot grin." It's a vibrator with remote control". " What?" I said giggling.

"I ate a tuna-garlic sandwich, okay? I'll brush my teeth after my shift," She grumbled, handing the phone over to me so I could look at the item she bookmarked. It was a velvet knee-high boots, and she was right it was pink. To be more precise, the strawberry shade. And she was right, I did love it.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Finally, I got the pink color, not the accurate pink but pink. ••••••••••••••••• H.LOCKHART.

Habang pinupunasan ang basang buhok bago matulog, nakatanggap na naman siya ng isang mensahe. 'Gamutin mo ang an-an at buni riyan sa binti mo,' galing kay Martin. An-an at buni kaagad? Sinabunan niya lang kanina ang binti pagka-uwi at nawala na ang kati. Over naman ang iniisip nito. 'Hindi naman binti ang unang tinitingan ng lalaki sa katawan ng babae. Boobs at puwit,' pang-aasar niya.

Simon replied. "Ok," Pink shook her head and entered back into her room. She opened the door few minutes later. "Can you take me somewhere then?" Pink asked, a mischievous smile on her face. "Where?" Simon asked. "To a river, any river around here?" Asked Pink. "Yes," Simon answered. "Great, then take me there," Pink requested leaving Simon to contemplate on her request. T B C

“That’s like saying pink isn’t its own color.” “Well...” she trails, and the boy gasps. “Pink is its own independent color!” He defends. “How dare you imply otherwise!” “What?” she shrugs, insisting that she hadn’t done nothing wrong. “Pink is just a variant of red. A lighter version.” The boy gapes, feigning deep offense as he shakes his head, those dramatics of his coming to the surface. “Wow!” He complains. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. Clearly you’re blind and have bad taste. I can’t be seen associating with someone like you.”

They are not the same. “Of course, they are. They both are pink.” I reiterated. She sighed and looked at me like I was a kid learning my colors. She looked back at her phone and typed on it, a moment later my phone buzzed and I slipped it out to see a text from her. ‘One is wild berry pink and another is fuchsia pink.’ I stared at the screen of my phone for a long minute and I was so engrossed that instead of saying it to her face, I typed back my reply, “They both are pink!” And just to be clear I looked up at her and said it to her.