<<< (Because that face says IT ALL)
The scenario:
You and your boo are supposed to be getting together at a night spot around 10ish.
A minor weather Armageddon breaks out. Around the same time you are caught in your couch’s evil embrace (why can’t I quit you!!!) and you decide you’re gonna keep it in the crib, painting your nails, eating gumbo and singing Negro spirituals.
Boo is already out and about – and you encourage boo to come on by but not to rush, that is, it’s ok to keep having a bit of fun.
This is at 9 p.m.
The rub:
Boo calls at *drumroll* 11:30 p.m. talm ‘bout “I’m around the corner.”
You have to be up at 6:45 a.m.
Where shit gets REAL: Boo arrives and you quietly note that boo's mouth smells like SKRATE Alize.
Is it SHADE???? (I mean, I was TRIED by this all but you tell me your thoughts...I'll wait ... then I'll dispatch mercenaries...)
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