“You can line up all my haters, every one of them motherfuckers. When I open up my eyes, don’t see none of them motherfuckers”…
Thank Baby Jesus, I seem to be close enough to the old me that those bitches in the back row snatched their seats up early. *waves well manicured hand in the direction of y’all nasty bitches*
Uh-hum, and hello.
I can tell the difference in the way I carry myself. My give a fuck is gone, and it is with great pleasure that I announce my new and improved “no fucks to give” policy.
On God, if I seem for any period of time as though I’m going soft, I need someone to punch me dead ass in my shit. I mean that, too, I’m gonna be mad as hell if y’all see me looking like I’m even thinking of things that come in pairs, and nobody punches me in my throat.
Drastic times call for some drastic ass measures.
I would do it for y’all. One of y’all gonna need to be the designated throat puncher in this bitch.
In other news, can we have a word about how it’s easy to be a disrespectful bitch while you’re faced in the opposite direction. Some bitches forget, though, that when you turn back around, it’s still disrespectful and the difference is, now I’m looking dead ass in your face….
*crickets*
“I’m gonna be mad as hell if y’all see me looking like I’m even thinking of things that come in pairs, and nobody punches me in my throat.“
Surely this doesn’t extend to... shoes?
Yasssss, bitch. I gotchu 👊