Wednesday, September 6, 2006

yea yea yea

15 men packed into 5 days.
....2 were not seen.
....12 were disappointed.
....1 reminded me of why he's still a thought and not just a memory.
....and 1....well....hmmm, well that one...he told me in an irritated tone that 6 years is too long to close a deal. Huh? heeheehee

I was suppose to meet up with 3 bloggers but got together with 1, he ended up cooking me breakfast...for dinner.
I recieved a voicemail....Chubby Chocolate has a very...Jill Scott kind of voice...soft and warm...with a hint of a giggle as she told me that she would be spending the weekend up at her parents...she tried to sound exasperated but....she didn't pull it off....LOL

I bought CTA a cellphone for his birthday... his voicemail goeas something like this: Yo, you called. I didn't answer. Leave a message. I might get back at you. *I told him to change that shit...QUICK*
His ringtone goes something like this: Yo, answer the phone......CTA ANSWER.THE.PHONE....HEY!!!! I SAID ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!! *then in a low voice*....Man, just answer the doggone phone. *I told him he's a doggone nut*
....that's my son...T-bubbles.

TLA has a deep man voice... his, Hi mama sounds like a grown ass man.... *ummm, don't be sneaking up behind me whispering in my ear with that deep ol' voice SON!* MATTER OF FACT....I'MMA NEED FOR YOU NOT TO GO UP TO ANY FEMALES TALKING ALL IN THAT MAN VOICE YO!!!!!

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Da fuck you think you are tryna talk to ME for MAN!? Din't I just see you grab ol' dudes ass?
Did he just touch dude like I think he touched dude?

How the hell does that snaggle-toof broad get more action than me?! What I got to do to compete...stop brushing my damn teeth?

WHAT happened? I just got off the plain yesterday...y'all cain't blame that shit on me!

That's the bizness momma. That's.The.Bizness.Momma. Listen to your son momma, I wouldn't lead you wrong. THAT right there...is the bizness!!!

...BUT momma....but Momma!! Are you yellin' at me? Naw momma, I'm just sayin tho...

::Reggie comes over to give Sexy a hug:: I whisper to her loudly: Ain't that dude that's on the DL? He turned around and looked at me... I say: Don't be mad at me because that shit feels good to you...

Here take these. Man I ain't taking those. Take 'em Bloopty. For what? These are yours. What do I need a set of keys to your house for if I live in NYC? Because you ain't gonna be living in NYC forever!

2 days later @ another house: I want you to have these. I don't need these, I'll just wait for you to get home. No, these are your set...to have. Why? I just want you to have your own set of keys, so take them.

I like your dad. He's the bestest. HE'S a pimp! Don't talk about my daddy and my daddy is married. Well, he sure don't look like he married to me...I'dda never known. Don't talk about my daddy!

Why does she walk like that? She had some sour dick...her coochie is mad at her. Huh?

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