Friday I buy a house, Friday night I move in, Saturday I've got another stupid wedding to attend for a coworker who I barely know and don't really care about (I feel your pain Scribe), then there's church and family cookouts. Oh yeah, and seeing Xmen 3. Gotta do that.
we all know kwilson doesn't have any bitches thats why no one answered
my bitches are resting in the chicken coop I built fo them. They await another night of walking the streets, bringing me my money, and following the street gospel. In an hour or two, if I feel like it, I'll have to go fill up their water bowl and give them their dinner that consists of doritos and bean dip. of course you can't get too attached to your bitches, A wise pimp Max Julien, AKA "Goldie" *Go watch the Mack bitches, blaxplotation at its best* once said
"This is Goldie, you know I've been hearing this Bonnie and Clyde s**t all my life, and I'm tired of this s**t, and especially this Bonnie bitch, I just don't trust her man, I wanna know if she's going to be able to pull this s**t off, when I need her, is she going to suck a d**k for me, will she sell her p***y for me, will she f**k her mommy and her daddy for me, will she kill, will she stand on top of the empire state building and jump if I say jump bitch, I want her to stand in front of a bridged truck as I'm getting ready to rob it and let it roll over her ass till I get away, will she die for me, will she lie for me, I don't give a s**t if she cry for me, cause you know I don't give a f**k about tears, dry your eyes bitch, all I wanna know is can I trust you."
I transcend bitch status, bitches. Well.. I guess I am only a bitch to the forces of Mother Nature, because she delivered quite a nasty case of poison ivy at me. Thank goodness for corticosteroids.. :/