Heeeeyyy! You know what it is! Tyrone is here, girlfriends! I know you've been waiting on me all week long. Honey, I was out clubbing this weekend. Darla and Belinda and me went out with Rory and Roxy to celebrate their birthday. And we took a few of my diva clientele from the shop. Those hookers know how to party! Whew!
Anyway, we stopped by a few spots on Saturday night. We went to the Cosmopolitan Club, baby that wasn't my cup of tea. So, we left and went downtown to Compound. We hung out there for just over an hour, before heading over to the Cheetah Club.
Talking 'bout drama. Honey, I've told you once and I've told you twice, I don't do drama. I ran into an old flame there and things got a bit heated. He was with his boys, so he was playing it cool. Do you know he had the nerve to act like he didn't know me? I mean, I wasn't trying to out him, but he could've spoke. I can't stand them DL brothers. Uh-uh.
Then his friends started calling me out my name, and if anyone knows me, or knows Rory and Roxy, you know we don't play. I was ready to square it off, but then him and his boys started calling my girls out their name. Needless to say, it escalated to the point that the bouncers put us all out.
I was a bit put out by then and ready to head home with these size 15 feet, squeezed into some stilettos. But it was Rory and Roxy's night, so we kept it moving. Belinda and Darla suggested we stop by Satin and Lace. We partied the rest of the night away at that spot alone. I can't show you the pics we took, and the things we did that night...but I will say we all ended up in church with Mrs. O, the next morning repenting. Woo! Honey!!!
But, on to my point. My point was, I stopped at Walmart on Sunday evening. Why in the hell do folks think it's okay to go out in their pajamas? They be looking a hot, funky mess!
And if I'm stepping on your toes...boo, I'm sorry, pick up your feet and keep moving. Anyhoo, it don't take you nothing, but ten minutes to get dressed and look halfway decent. If I catch anybody I know out there like that I. Am.Gon.Check.You.Boo! Trust!
Wearing pajamas outside look like you ain't put one drop of water on your butt. Half the time the people ain't combed their hair, brushed their teeth, or washed their faces, so I know they ain't put no water on their funky butts.
Wearing pajamas outside look like you ain't got no class. Some folks say that's hood mess, or ghetto. Baby, I'm ghetto, proud of my hood roots, and I don't do no mess like that. Matter-of-fact, no one I know does stuff like that. That's straight ratchet stuff!
Wearing pajamas outside look like you come from nothing, ain't got nothing, and got no hopes for nothing. Baby, get yourself some dreams and respect about yourself. You have no idea who you'll meet when you step out the doors. You have no idea when an opportunity for better might be waiting on the other side of your door. But, it won't open up for you looking like that. I promise you that.
Well, nuff said, I think you got my point. I'm gonna share a few pics in case you didn't.
Alright divas. I've had fun with ya'll. Tyrone has got to do some hair now, cuz I gotta make these dollars. If you need your 'do did, you know where to find me. Oh...and instead of leaving my card today, I'ma leave you with something to think about, and it ain't cute...
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