That bytched was the only pokmark on my wedding day.
My groomsman and I were preparing, and I needed my wife's niece to come help me with some seating chart I had on my laptop. Her niece lil brother was in the room, and my boys were talking to him about being his age and how they almost fell for the lure of the streets. Before they could finish their story about how they DIDN'T sell crack and other things, my wife's niece shoos him out the room and starts berating my boys throwing subliminals about their education. I had the
face when she took it there. My niqqas put her in her place so cleanly and at her ego that she left the dressing room crying, which resulted in her mother (my sister in law) and I not talking in the past three years as if I was supposed to save her.
bytch....she was wrong....two...I'm in the middle of a fukking wedding!!
My wife hates that shyt saying she let that Harvard degree go to her head.