"I’m talking to you" – Clifford Harris

Hey all, I’m on the last of working 7 straight days, but this ditty had to be shared. Remember this post from a few months ago ? Well, this nigga is pretending to be his girl again…I get this random ass email the other day from who is staposedly* the girl in question asking “Are you in Vegas yet ?”, to which i reply, “Before I answer any questions I need some sort of
confirmation that I’m replying to who I think it is and not some jealous boyfriend trying to catch his girl in some shit. k thx bye :-)”(Ok, I’m lying about the “k thx bye :-)” part, but I should have, that’s good shit). So, after some replies like, “It’s me”, “Call my cell”, and “Well, I’m in Vegas, nevermind…”, it’s obvious that I’m not speaking to who I should be, cause if it was, there is NO WAY that she would give up that easily. I know this chick, she’s relentless. If she wanted to see me that night, she would have made it happen. And since I know your pathetic self reads this, let me say I do give your retarded ass credit for trying. It’s obvious that she’s relegedly* fucking somebody else and you’re intent on finding out who, but like I said the last time, it’s not me. But you are a great source of amusement for myself and the other 3.7 people who read this blog. It’s been fun, but I have shit to do today. K Thx Bye 🙂

*From Damon Wayans’ Still Standing