truck. “Somebody has to tell your dumb ass the truth anyway.”
“You’re just mad cause you’re dry bitch.” She popped her neck at me. “You need to get laid bad as fuck and you’re jealous cause everybody’s getting stuck but your salty ass.”
“I’m mad? If keeping my walls tight means I’m mad then yeah bitch I’m mad as hell.”
“Yeah and in between those walls is some horrible cheap ass furniture, spider webs, and dust. You know you should really clean up that piece of shit you call a house while you holding on to your walls ,” Embry chortled too hard.
The discerning look on my face let her know that I wasn’t the least bit amused by her total lack of respect for my house. Honestly I wasn’t even mad at her. She always raided my cabinets or frig like that bitch didn’t have food at her so called luxurious palace. She had talked about my house many times before but I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out why I was so annoyed by her remarks now. She racked two pieces of gum in her hand like dice yet every time she moved all I could think about was hitting her in the throat before she popped them in her mouth.
“You talk about judging but look at the pot calling the kettle black. You ain’t even got no fucking food at home bitch. I know you don’t cause you’re always here in my shit. Compared to your house, bitch, my shit is a luxury pad.”
“Luxury pad? Bitch are you serious? You got furniture from Ikea at best, your TV is smaller than forty inches and that’s the one in your living room, you have no stainless steel appliances and your bed is a full. A full, Daisy,” she jeered hysterically like she was watching an old ass episode of Def Comedy Jam. “The icky off white paint on the walls sucks ass, the brown colored carpet looks like it used to be a crime scene, and your bathroom is so small a hen could lay an egg and it would be crowded as hell in there.”
“Okay first of all, that shit was not only corny but it was lame as hell. And second of all, you are always running off at the mouth about shit when you have no friends. You’re clearly baldheaded underneath all of that weave you where most of the time and you’re only looking for a handout because no respectable company will hire your dumb ass. Yeah, daddy is threatening to cut your ass off, so you’re spreading your legs to the highest fucking bidder before he does it completely.” I felt that I was getting to her by the diminishing smile leaving her face, so I decided to go for the jugular. “And your mother is the biggest fucking whore in Cook County.”
“I can’t believe you just said that shit to me. You’re supposed to be my bitch and you go and try to hurt me like that?” she sighed heavily lowering her head.
“You started it. Don’t come over here with all that goody two shoes shit, eating up my shit and criticizing my momma’s house when your life isn’t come up roses either,” I snapped pointing down on her like I was scolding a child. “In a minute you’re gonna find yourself completely friendless.”
“Look my bad, Daisy. Let’s just move on okay.” She rolled her eyes not wanting to talk about the situation anymore, realizing her fault. “So are you gonna ask me what happened last night?”
“Hell no. I don’t wanna know about your sexual conquests. I’m done listening to that shit.”
“Girl, the party was banging though. You really should’ve came.” The inflection in her voice coupled with her booty popping happy dance let me further know how hot in the ass she was for Quince. “He is so smart and intellectual girl and he was talking like he was about to be really big one day. I think he’s got potential Daisy, for real. Damn and that nigga fine as hell, too. I think I lucked up. I’ve been trying to get a piece of that ass all night but all we did was smoke and talk. Ain’t that some shit? But he’s all mysterious with his shit though. I’m just the bitch to break
“You’re just mad cause you’re dry bitch.” She popped her neck at me. “You need to get laid bad as fuck and you’re jealous cause everybody’s getting stuck but your salty ass.”
“I’m mad? If keeping my walls tight means I’m mad then yeah bitch I’m mad as hell.”
“Yeah and in between those walls is some horrible cheap ass furniture, spider webs, and dust. You know you should really clean up that piece of shit you call a house while you holding on to your walls ,” Embry chortled too hard.
The discerning look on my face let her know that I wasn’t the least bit amused by her total lack of respect for my house. Honestly I wasn’t even mad at her. She always raided my cabinets or frig like that bitch didn’t have food at her so called luxurious palace. She had talked about my house many times before but I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out why I was so annoyed by her remarks now. She racked two pieces of gum in her hand like dice yet every time she moved all I could think about was hitting her in the throat before she popped them in her mouth.
“You talk about judging but look at the pot calling the kettle black. You ain’t even got no fucking food at home bitch. I know you don’t cause you’re always here in my shit. Compared to your house, bitch, my shit is a luxury pad.”
“Luxury pad? Bitch are you serious? You got furniture from Ikea at best, your TV is smaller than forty inches and that’s the one in your living room, you have no stainless steel appliances and your bed is a full. A full, Daisy,” she jeered hysterically like she was watching an old ass episode of Def Comedy Jam. “The icky off white paint on the walls sucks ass, the brown colored carpet looks like it used to be a crime scene, and your bathroom is so small a hen could lay an egg and it would be crowded as hell in there.”
“Okay first of all, that shit was not only corny but it was lame as hell. And second of all, you are always running off at the mouth about shit when you have no friends. You’re clearly baldheaded underneath all of that weave you where most of the time and you’re only looking for a handout because no respectable company will hire your dumb ass. Yeah, daddy is threatening to cut your ass off, so you’re spreading your legs to the highest fucking bidder before he does it completely.” I felt that I was getting to her by the diminishing smile leaving her face, so I decided to go for the jugular. “And your mother is the biggest fucking whore in Cook County.”
“I can’t believe you just said that shit to me. You’re supposed to be my bitch and you go and try to hurt me like that?” she sighed heavily lowering her head.
“You started it. Don’t come over here with all that goody two shoes shit, eating up my shit and criticizing my momma’s house when your life isn’t come up roses either,” I snapped pointing down on her like I was scolding a child. “In a minute you’re gonna find yourself completely friendless.”
“Look my bad, Daisy. Let’s just move on okay.” She rolled her eyes not wanting to talk about the situation anymore, realizing her fault. “So are you gonna ask me what happened last night?”
“Hell no. I don’t wanna know about your sexual conquests. I’m done listening to that shit.”
“Girl, the party was banging though. You really should’ve came.” The inflection in her voice coupled with her booty popping happy dance let me further know how hot in the ass she was for Quince. “He is so smart and intellectual girl and he was talking like he was about to be really big one day. I think he’s got potential Daisy, for real. Damn and that nigga fine as hell, too. I think I lucked up. I’ve been trying to get a piece of that ass all night but all we did was smoke and talk. Ain’t that some shit? But he’s all mysterious with his shit though. I’m just the bitch to break
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