Moral Lesson of sorts:

Now today this girl I know called about my friend who was chillin and demanded I tell her where was.

So, I said naw man I Aint his personal secretary get a hold of your own man. (even though her boyfriend, lets call him Greg, was right next to me playing some video games.

Ok heres my viewpoint: she goes all crazy on my ass because she cant be satisfied if he doesnt pick up his cell phone he dont wanna talk to her.

Lesson: Talk to the Hand!

I used the I dunno where he is white lie thing you know everyone does it like your roommate says man who ate my candy and your like uh not me dude. And she had no right to blast her loud ass in my ear over that. Not my problem dont ever call my house again Susan.

Man you know another thing fuck letting your date win! If you can beat him her fucking demolish them and maybe even laugh a little. Have a sense of humor man. And have you ever seen this its like courtly love man. That doesnt exist in this century, guy.

You know who rules? Tough girls, man. Girls that could kick most mens asses. A girl who could stand up for herself if I was too high/trashed. That is a dream girl and shed have me whipped because hell she could probably beat my ass as well! *And blonde too. *Yep that would be a dream girl! *

*Your idea of a dream girl may differ from mine. See? I can use italics! Im using microstoft word it capitalizes sentences for me and gives me spelling corrections that I ignore. Theres more than one way to spell lotsa words, yo. As you can tell I love to slang some slang, yo.