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If her daddy—Malachi was there, he’d point out the hat Morris wore—an Atlanta Braves fitted cap. He swore only dishonest men liked the Braves.
This is true baby...lol
“What the fuck is a Nuneyland?” Dre’ asked, taking another drag from his cigarette. “This lame ass nigga named his dick.”
“What’s wrong with ‘Nuney?’ We been calling him that since he was six and stealing Takis out the Citgo. Shit, I hope you checked your pockets when he left yesterday.”
“Oh my God.” Venus groaned, tossing her head back and looking at the ceiling. “I’m leaving my future dating life in the hands of a manifesting midget.”
“Has her M-A-M-A called?” “Come on now, she can spell ‘mama.’”
Why are we like this?
“I told my baby mama the phone work both ways. If my son wanna play AAU and she want me to pay for the shit, his lil’ ass better start calling me,”
You are the parent negro...
How could a grown ass man be so dense?
“You stole that man’s shit?” She gurgled up a hiccup full of wine and dragged her crossbody to her middle. “You got catfished in 2023?”
“You can thank LaDarius Mitchell for your dinner and the Caymus he talked shit about. He even had enough on that credit card to buy the whole kitchen rum shots.” “Are you serious?”
“Yeah... but sometimes life happens and we lose touch of those deep feelings. We get too busy catering to other folks and bending ourselves so much that one day we wake up and can’t even remember how the fuck we like our eggs cooked because we been cooking them the same way for ten years just to satisfy another person.”
Somebody once told her falling in love was a lot like swimming.
