St Aug Extermination. The Receipts & The Ridiculous

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the mf queen is backkkk

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in this story im giving examples and receipts of what these boys be doing and where my hatred of St Aug boys came from

so lets get started

Queen Ko

You ever meet someone who just don’t sit right spiritually? That’s him. His uncle might be a pro football player, but baby—he built like a walking caution sign. Back in freshman year, my friend—a literal angel, daughter of a pastor, pure heart, pure soul—caught feelings. And this fool? Took it as an invite to try and ruin her testimony. Sir, you’re not charming, you’re not mature, and nobody’s falling for the ‘soft voice and dirty mind’ combo anymore

Queen Ko

And while we’re at it let’s go back to Eighth Grade this boy goes to st aug now but I’m minding my academic business in English class, probably reading about metaphors or similes… and what does this demon decide to do? Pull. His. Lil. junk area. Out. Like it was show-and-tell. Unprovoked. Disgusting. Audacious. Traumatizing. I didn’t ask for that exhibit, and ain’t nobody buying tickets to your private museum, sir. You need prayer, guidance.

Queen Denim

St. Aug boys don’t just embarrass themselves—they’re walking public service announcements. Warnings in human form. You ever seen someone so confidently chaotic you start wondering if you’re on a prank show? That’s them.

Queen Denim

Homework for next class Write a prayer for the next girl who falls for a St. Aug boy. She’s gonna need it.

Queen Denim

And now lets goes back to Queen Ko lore

Queen Ko

Let’s set the scene me and this one boy, back and forth like a broken record. We kept retrying like love was a quiz we could finally pass if we circled the right answers. But every time I thought we were getting somewhere, here he come acting like consistency was a crime and honesty was optional.

Queen Ko

We were good… until Valentine’s Day started creeping around. Suddenly he got “confused.” Talkin’ about, “I still wanna talk to you, but I also wanna talk to other people.” Sir. Be. For. Real. This ain’t no group project. This is me—a whole blessing, not a backup option. You want the world, but you’re not even worth the city bus fare. Boy, goodbye.

Queen Ko

And if that wasn’t enough? Let’s talk about the basketball team. Whewww. I thought athletes had discipline. I thought wrong. The boys I talked to on that team? Nothing but hooping whores. Fast. Reckless. Playing the game on and off the court. They wanted girlfriend benefits with situationship effort and gave me nothing but HELL in return.

Queen Ko

I kept giving grace. They kept giving games. And the worst part? I still tried to see the good in people who only ever gave me headaches and half-truths.

Queen Ko

But you know what? That chapter is done. No more tears over people who fumble you like a bad pass. No more wishing on broken promises or fake potential. I deserve love that doesn’t come with asterisks, disclaimers, or group chats full of red flags