"Motherfuckers! "
I shout out outraged,
"ain't no way y'all are going for a round TWO-IN MY OWN HOME, RENT FREEE???!?!"
they stop midway, auntie Lesha doing..
"REVERSE COWGIRL TOO?!?", at this point I'm in actually disbelief; they scramble to get their clothes when they see the crazy look in my eyes, the type of crazy you see when you see your dad sleeping with your boyfriend ( a story for another time-) .... Wait this was irrelevant.
I pick up the basketball I got for his birthday- (I forgot his name shii) "YOU COTTON PICKERS BETTER GO BACK TO YOUR MASTERS BEFORE I END YOU MYSELF-!!" swinging the bat around like I was in drugs-
"MAKE SURE TO LEAVE SOME MONEY TOO- it's ain't a paid service!"
They scurry around getting their clothes, whilst Tony tripped over my foot and down the stairs,
" AY AUNTIE!" I yell before she reaches the door; she turns around and look at me with great anxiety, eyes flitting around the room avoiding eye contact, " your husband will be hearing from me" I smile back at her wickedly in response to her widened eyes and the panic the instantly appears on her face.
Kelekek, gotta love a face like that-
"Close the door on your way out hunny!" I holler at her before sauntering away.
YOU ARE READING
The Right Weapon
HumorAbout a crazy lady, with a great sense of humor that meets with a this other, person who has never laughed in his life when they meet one day in a bar will she swing her weapon? (I'm bad at descriptions)
