but here's how it really happened- hand to God- true story- forget what i was gonna say, anyway- so she's sayin, "bla bla bla... bla bla bla... orange juice". i mean really,- was it really even me, who left it out? bah! HER rabbit hole... anyway- this is what happens to logic and reason, in my happy teepee, "ummm... honey?... ummm... oj? is this a racial thing, or r we really going to discuss, $3? i mean, if it's bad... who replaces it, anyway- yes, no pulp n vitamin c & d & ca. um... nutes.... um... oh yeah- children- let this b an example of what not to say, in such situations. I'm gonna guess, a simple, "baby, i was wrong" (guess who- that funny guy), would suffice. I'd prefer old hickory 44, myself, but u know how progressive, our ladies can b. as to- intending to lie, for humor- true story... couldn't find my flipflops n carhartt, since the club crawl. I'm walking through... sigh... the lovely nook... and I'm thinkin, "i bet that bych, hid em from me"... i peak into the antiroom and sure enough... tucked into the shyt moulding... r my flipflops. now... i was just kiddin cause lovely would never do that, to ME... and umm... now, if i could just find where "that bych", hid my... "broke in"... carhartt. i have a neighbor to visit. tires to beg for and a umm... nutes... um... carb to remove... AGAIN. yes, i already spilled the fuel... AGAIN. not my shop... oops!
