The Mistreated

Residence

"Residence please." "I know." "He's just having a bad day." "Sorry about that."
"Mind your own business for one second because you and you moving lips are the reason why I'm so damn mad today." "Maybe of you shut your damn mouth and stop being rude I wouldn't be talk so much." "You are one sorry bitch." "You dear call me a bitch. Go to hell?" "Hell already got you. You slut. I found out about them boys that was in your house the other night." "What the hell you talking about?" "Don't act like you a dummy. You just be one." "I will leave your ass seating here." "Go ahead." "Just shut. You know what shut up." "No more talking until you get home cause you have been talking for the last twenty hours. Be quiet sometime. You understand." "I'm not mad at you. Its just my day is mistreated." "Im mad, I had to spend more money at the store than use to, and they said I didn't have a resident. You see this is not a fit day." "I will go and hadle all of this."
"We are not going to tell you again that we register on the phone." "I didn't get a call on the phone." "You know you motherfucka you better get us a fucking table right now you hoe." "Get the fucking table!!!!" "Ok you have table." "Thank you."
"We have a table now." "Ok but we still have to apologize to each other." "Ok I'm first." "Sorry for talking you the dead, and not being the person I needed to be." "I'm sorry for be mad and for yelling at you when I wasn't mad at you." "Apologies excepted." "I'm not going in there now probably next week." "That will be fine." "I don't know if our relationship we last long enough for us because we both have arguing problems." "You keep going or be friends." "I want keep going." "Ok."