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Pucker up, mwahmwahmwah

Larry the Neighbor just made a 3:30 a.m. trip on over here to tell me my TV was too loud.

"oops. Sorry. I fell asleep with it on."

"Nah, it's a'ight. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. There. It's off now. Hey, you got your hair cut didn't you?"

"Yeah!! Makes you want me, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

"Makes you want me, don't it? *chucks me under the chin like he's Bogie and I'm Bacall or something* That's a joke." He says.

"Ooooh... ha ha. You got me there."

"Course, I've been wanting you, too."

"Come again excuse me huh?"

"That wasn't no joke. I been wanting you. How old are you?"

"30"

"I'm 23, so it's all good. *tries to push past me to get inside the house* What - I can't get a kiss? I cain't n'even get a kiss??? What, you got a man here or something?

"Look. Don't push it here, boy. It wouldn't work. Period. I'm not feeling you. Okay? A'ight? Alrighty then. Thanks for stopping by. Yeahhhh. Byebye now."

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I'm tell you, the 3 a.m. big hair and funk mouth morning breath makes me HOTTT to the mens, darlings. I got me mad action knocking down my door. And that's some good service, darlings. Order in all you can get booty. Finally, the world is coming around to my way of thinking.

3:56 am - 06.08.03
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