Saturday, January 30, 2010
The Hurricane Hits the Party Hard
Hey baby. I couldn't help but come over and say hello. Can I buy you a drink?
Yeah. The threads; you like 'em? Course you do. That's real synthetic fleece, baby.
Mmmm. You look like you could dance. May I join you on the floor?
Oh, shorty, you got me working here. Shake what your mama gave ya.
Yeah, I like your size. Maybe we could go back to the crib and just see what happ- wait...
Hey. HEY! What up? Can you not see that the lady was clearly with me?
Nah man. Nah. I was NOT born yesterday. You think I'm gon' come in here looking like this, and let some punk walk out that door with my lady? Nah, man. Not gonna happen. Let's do this.
Yeah. That's what I thought.
Sorry you had to see that, baby. It's just that I agree with TLC: a lady lookin' like class can't get with a deadbeat ass. No scrubs. You know?
Anyway, as I was saying, my ride's outside. You in?
Course you are. CAN I GET A WHAT?!