“Naw her ass looked like a field nigga on a doughnut diet and Zaria ass looking like a snack. Imma start a petition. Save the slaves. That’s the slogan.” Laughing at his clown ass, I got in the car and was pleased with tonight’s work. We headed to the house and the only thing on my mind was checking on Zaria. Knowing the girls didn’t like her, I had to make sure they didn’t tear my shit up. At least that’s the excuse I told myself. I hope her uglass was in a better mood.
