She slapped me on the bum and said she liked the flatness of it, and that I must be hung like a horse. Now don’t jump to conclusion. Nothing new happened, trust me. Let’s concern ourselves with what transpired between when everything good came, and when things fall apart.
IT ALL BEGAN THUS :
“Hello, I yam Millicent, but you can ‘calls’ Mimi…”.
“Hi, my name is Chris. Chris, as in Pastor Chris…”
I had the premonition to let this one slide. I should have known sirens of Allen Avenue do not come to you by chance.
…AND IT ENDED THUS :
“Go f@rck ya sef, broke ass pin-dick!”
“Screw you, c@ck-sucking biyatch, ain’t paying anymore sh!t”
The moral of the story is simple: THE LOVE OF MONEY IS EVIL