GoGetMyDamnBelt_
All Star
my mama is too fukkin calculating.
she see's the bullshyt coming at the door
and that has rubbed off on me bigtime.
*swoops through mama's crib with a broad*
me: hey mama how is your day going
mama: dont butter me up....your plate is on the stove
me: mama this is lisa.
lisa: ive heard so much about you
mama: make him wear protection he's worldly
me: where is pops?
mama: his policy is paid up so who cares.
me:
lisa: your home is beaufitul
mama: leaving it to my grandchild if he gives me one.
lisa:
mama: nice meeting you lisa......son,kitchen
me: come on wit it.
mama: she's a dig bat......my grandbabies would be slow.
me:
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Lmao just from this interaction alone, I think I love your mom