“Bitch! Didn’t he ask you what two things you wanted? Are you out of your mind? Ask for like a million dollars and a house or something. Why are you acting like you only have pollen circulating around in your head? And he’s paying for you to go to Columbia. Bitch, tell him to pay for the rest of your schooling and you get a high-rise there. Two bedrooms, so I can visit. You are not thinking and I’m about to give you a taste of your own medicine and dash your ass with this mothafuckin’ mimosa.”
