You want to hear a story about how me and this b*tch here fell out?
It's kinda long, but it's full of suspense.
You could taste that sh*t before he walked through the door.
It was fart, it was egg, it was nasty.
What you call again when they skin get red like that?
Rosacea.
Yup, I saw that sh*t on TV.
Why it get like that?
Here we go. I'll get you some ketchup.
I didn't like that place. There was just something about it. It had the wrong airflow.
I didn't tell you?
Mmm.
It was like the energy was off.
What table am I at?
Uhh...
The closer you are to the city, the prettier the girls. I don't make the rules.
Hormones in the food? Hell, probably hormones in the water. Chicken tastes like real chicken.
Nah, that ain't chicken.
Right.
Y'all got jalapeño poppers?
We don't.
So i met this white b*tch at my job.
I was her waitress.
She came in with this old ass big ass Black dude.
Damn, b*tch, you got perfect titties.
I wish I had titties like that! They look just like little apples.
Thank you.
Oh
so you just gonna pull that dyke sh*t right in front of me and not include me?
You so dumb. Like why are you so dumb?
Every one of my tables is fruit loops.
You said it not me.
I'm tired. Imma take a break.
Girl.
I feel like we met.
When?
I don't know. You dance?
Sometimes.
I dance.
Okay b*tch, me too.
Cute.
I'm not supposed to be back here.
What you doing tonight?
Nothing.
You want to go somewhere with me?
Same b*tch that won't dance for money be the same b*tch that be out on the block.
Same b*tch that wanna smile in your face be the same b*tch that gonna come for you later.
Period.
On god.
Like why you on my Twitter? Why you on my Facebook? Why you on my Tumblr?
Why you DM'ing me?
Sis. Why are you tagging me in photos
Sis!
– if you don't even f*ck with me?
Sis!
Let me know.
Sis.
Let me know.
Yas, sis.
You gonna get that?