Tiff Quotes

Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

I swear, Tiff, if my ass made good grades, you'd want to date my ass.

There's nothing quite as good as folding up into a book and shutting the world outside.If I pick the right one I can be beautiful, or fall in love, or live happily ever after. Maybe even all three.

The end of times?" said Nanny. "Look, Tiff, Esme tol' me to say, if you want to see Esmerelda Weatherwax, then just you look around. She is here. Us witches don't mourn for very long. We are satisfied with happy memories - they're there to be cherished.

Don’t get your knickers in a knot just yet, Tiff,’ she said briskly. ‘It won’t solve anything an’ will just make you walk odd.

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

As I’ve said, it wasn’t until a long time afterwards—long after I’d left the Cottages—that I realized just how significant out little encounter in the churchyard had been. I was upset at the time, yes. But I didn’t believe it to be anything so different from other tiffs we’d had. It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then—who knows?—maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another.

After Dickinson and Adams had it out over the Olive Branch Petition, Adams wrote to his wife, Abigail, that he and Dickinson “are not to be on speaking terms.” How sad is it that this tiff sort of cheers me up? If two of the most distinguished, dedicated, and thoughtful public servants in the history of this republic could not find a way to agree to disagree, how can we expect the current crop of congressional blockheads to get along?

Narcissistic abuse is not just that someone dumped you or who you had a little tiff with them. NA is psychological abuse and brainwashing using intermittent reward and punishment, coercive control and withholding normal empathetic, emotional reactions to lower your self esteem.

In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of nowhere. Now his hands shook for a different reason. “So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?” “What the hell happened down there?” Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.” “Bullsh*t.” Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?” “What happened—” “I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.” Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—” “With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.” -Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys

After all, you can argue – argue until you cry – about what modern, codified misogyny is; but straight-up ungentlemanliness, of the kind his mother would clatter the back of his head for, is inarguable. It doesn’t need to be a ‘man vs woman’ thing. It’s just a tiff between The Guys. Seeing the whole world as ‘The Guys’ is important. The idea that we’re all, at the end of the day, just a bunch of well-meaning schlumps, trying to get along, is the basic alpha and omega of my world view. I’m neither ‘pro-women’ nor ‘antimen’. I’m just ‘Thumbs up for the six billion’.

Tiff needed the words on the page to become the voice in her head, her own voice, or an approximation of it, and she needed the paper and the sound of the scratch of her chapped fingertips against it as she fiddled with each page.

So with occasional tiffs, but on the whole rollicking, they drew near the Neverland; for after many moons they did reach it, and, what is more, they had been going pretty straight all the time, not perhaps so much owing to the guidance of Peter or Tink as because the sland was out looking for them. It is only thus that anyone may sight those magic shores.

I’m not crazy like Tiff, I don’t get into fist fights with men at bars. I design pretty dildos!

Like most people, Tiff believed that you are what happens to you. The rich and strong must have virtue; one to whom evil has been done must be bad, and may rightly be punished.

This is what marriage is, I know. Tiffs and comfortability, miscommunications and long stretches of silence. Years and years of support and care and imperfection.

The thing I've noticed about life-' Zoe pauses to drain the last of her coffee and lick the foam off her lips, 'is that it just keeps coming at you. And it can be a real bummer. What you need to remember, Tiff, is that you're not alone. You've got friends and family. That's how we get by. We talk and share and eat cake and giggle in the dark, even when we're scared - no, especially when we're scared.' Wow. Reggie would be impressed. She's as good as Dr Phil. And not bald.

Hatred the only moving force, a petulant unhappy striving - childhood the only happiness, and that unknowing; then the continual battle that cannot ever possibly be won; a losing fight against ill-health - poverty for nearly all. Life is a long disease with only one termination and its last years are appalling: weak, racked by the stone, rheumatismal pains, senses going, friends, family, occupation gone, a man must pray for imbecility or a heart of stone. All under sentence of death, often ignominious,frequently agonizing: and then the unspeakable levity with which the faint chance of happiness is thrown away for some jealousy, tiff, sullenness, private vanity, mistaken sense of honour, that deadly, weak and silly notion.

I knew it all, the whole drab compass of marital disillusion; we had been through it together, the Army and I, from the first importunate courtship until now, when nothing remained to us except the chill bonds of law and duty and custom. I had played every scene in the domestic tragedy, had found the early tiffs become more frequent, the tears less affecting, the reconciliations less sweet, till they engendered a mood of aloofness and cool criticism, and the growing conviction that it was not myself but the loved one who was at fault. I caught the false notes in her voice and learned to listen for them apprehensively; I recognized the blank, resentful stare of incomprehension in her eyes, and the selfish, hard set of the corners of her mouth. I learned her, as one must learn a woman one has kept house with, day in, day out, for three and a half years; I learned her slatternly ways, the routine and mechanism of her charm, her jealousy and self-seeking, and her nervous trick with the fingers when she was lying. She was stripped of all enchantment now and I knew her for an uncongenial stranger to whom I had bound myself indissolubly in a moment of folly.

You and McNab sat around talking about women and sports." "I don't believe we got to sports. He had a woman on his mind." Eve's sneer vanished. "You talked to him about Peabody? Damn it, Roarke." "I could hardly slap him back. He's so pitifully smitten." "Oh." She winced. "Don't use that word." "It fits. In fact, if he took my advice ..." He turned his wrist, glanced at the unit fastened there. "They should be well into their first date by now." "Date? Date? Why did you do that? Why did you go and do something like that? Couldn't you leave it alone? They'd have had sex until they burned out on it, and everything would go back to normal." He angled his head. "That didn't work for us, did it?" "We don't work together." Then, when his eyes brightened with pure amusement, she showed her teeth. "Officially. You start mixing cops and romance and case files and gooey looks at briefings, you've got nothing but a mess. Next thing you know, Peabody will be wearing lip dye and smelly girl stuff and dragging body skimmers under her uniform." She dropped her head in her hands. "Then they'll have tiffs and misunderstandings that have nothing whatsoever to do with the job. They'll come at me from both sides, and before you know it, they'll be telling me things I absolutely do not want to know. And when they break it off and decide they hate each other down to the guts, I'll have to hear about that, too, and why they can't possibly work together, or breathe the same air, until I have no choice, absolutely no choice, but to kick both of their asses." "Eve, your sunny view on life never fails to lift my spirits." "And -- " She poked him in the chest. "It's all your fault." He grabbed her finger, nipped it, not so gently. "If that's the case, I'm going to insist they name their first child after me.

How sad is it that this tiff sort of cheers me up? If two of the most distinguished, dedicated, and thoughtful public servants in the history of this republic could not find a way to agree to disagree, how can we expect the current crop of congressional blockheads to get along? While

The Mississippi flows slowly by and the sun shines clean over everything, and Karena knows Tiff thinks she is crying because of Charles, because her brother is stuck in a mental asylum instead of out and about on this beautiful day the way he should be, healthy and alert and comfortable in his own skin.

Tiff like in Breakfast at Tiffany's,' he says. 'Right?' I couldn't be more shocked. 'Um... yes, that's right - it's an old movie.' 'Is it? Don't watch that much TV. I've only heard of the book - got it at home. I bought it 'cause Truman Capote wrote it. I was stoked by In Cold Blood. He wrote that, too. You read it?' 'No.' 'Aw, you gotta. It rocks.' I look away as if I've been suddenly distracted by something out the window. It's my version of the pause button. There's a lot of information to process. Here's a boy my own age; he shakes my hand, he talks to me - not just to ask directions to the toilet - and he reads books. Heathcliff?

Life is a long disease with only one termination and its last years are appalling: weak, racked by the stone, rheumatismal pains, senses going, friends, family, occupation gone, a man must pray for imbecility or a heart of stone. All under sentence of death, often ignominious, frequently agonizing: and then the unspeakable levity with which the faint chance of happiness is thrown away for some jealousy, tiff, sullenness, private vanity, mistaken sense of honour, that deadly, weak and silly notion.

I turned away from the mirror. “That is really hideous,” Tiffany said, stepping back. “Thanks, Tiff. Your attitude will help me go out into the world with confidence.

I’m impressed, Tiff. That’s a great idea.” Her having a great idea was a sobering thought, because if she had in fact gotten brains, too…well, I’d been shortchanged.

Most of these stories are on the tragic side. But the reader must not suppose that the incidents I have narrated were of common occurrence. The vast majority of these people, government servants, planters, and traders, who spent their working lives in Malaya were ordinary people ordinarily satisfied with their station in life. They did the jobs they were paid to do more or less competently,. They were as happy with their wives as are most married couples. They led humdrum lives and did very much the same things every day. Sometimes by way of a change they got a little shooting; but at a rule, after they had done their day's work, they played tennis if there were people to play with, went to the club at sundown if there was a club in the vicinity, drank in moderation, and played bridge. They had their little tiffs, their little jealousies, their little flirtations, their little celebrations. They were good, decent, normal people. I respect, and even admire, such people, but they are not the sort of people I can write stories about. I write stories about people who have some singularity of character which suggests to me that they may be capable of behaving in such a way as to give me an idea that I can make use of, or about people who by some accident or another, accident of temperament, accident of environment, have been involved in unusual contingencies. But, I repeat, they are the exception.

my sister and I want to laugh out loud. She stands in her kitchen pouring a really good chardonnay. Her wrists, like her ankles, are perfect. Her fingers slender and adorned with the Tiff—the rock on a platinum

I must confess that Phemius behaved very well when, a couple of years later, I presented him with a manuscript of more than twelve thousand lines—not written on sheepskin but on scrolls of Egyptian papyrus which Aethon won in his glorious sack of Canopus. After all, Phemius is a professional bard and I am a mere interloper and a woman; and we had several serious tiffs while I was composing it. However, I let him have his way sometimes when he protested that this verse or that was faulty. But not always. He hated me to borrow passages from the Iliad for what he considered improper contexts, and he grew furious to find that Homer’s lines about the water being heated to wash Patroclus’s dead body were now used to describe the warm bath prepared for Odysseus, and that I had put part of Hector’s farewell speech to Andromache into Telemachus’s mouth, when he forbids his mother to meddle in men’s affairs. Phemius called me heartless to treat any passage so tragic as the first, or so moving as the second, with such disrespect.

Well, it is to be confessed that the cold of warm climates always has a peculiarly aggravating effect on the mind. A warm region is just like some people who get such a character for good temper, that they never can indulge themselves even in an earnest disclaimer without everybody crying out upon them, "What puts you in such a passion?" &c. So Nature, if she generally sets up for amiability during the winter months, cannot be allowed a little tiff now and then, a white frost, a cold rain-storm, without being considered a monster.

Down here, in our Cajun Magic Kingdom, I’m the Statue of Liberty. La Liberté éclairant le monde. But uptown, where the mold and the mildew still reign supreme, I go by Tiffany Proulx, which sounds like Peru, only without the pesky e inside. Most people call me Tiff, as in a fight, albeit a very small one. More like a squabble. A misunderstanding that’s bound to sort itself out. Just give it a little time is all.

Well, it's true for every elder sibling, We have this supremely potent weapon "parents " on our side in such matters. In fact, such are the times when our maturity works wonders in hitching parents to our side over these younger siblings.

I was upset at the time, yes. But I didn't believe it to be anything so different from other tiffs we'd had. It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we'd understood that back then - who knows? - maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another.

I don’t know,” Mom said. “A boy in the house…” Her voice trailed off as though her thoughts were traveling into R-rated territory. “It’s not like we’re going to date him, Mom. Worse than seeing Tiff without her clothes, he may see her without her makeup.” “No way!” Tiffany screeched. “I don’t leave my room without makeup.” “Exactly. It would be kinda icky dating a guy who was living with us, who wouldn’t always see us at our best. So, getting involved with him isn’t even an issue.” Getting involved with one of his teammates, yes, but him, no.

Wearing Deni's huge vicuna coat with the si cap over my ears, in cold biting winds of December New York, Irwin and Simon led me up to the Russian Tea Room to meet Salvador Dali. He was sitting with his chin on a finely decorated tile headed cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a little wax moustache, thin. When the waiter asked him what he wanted he said 'One grapefruit...peenk!' and he had big blue eyes like a baby, a real or Spaniard. He told us no artist was great unless he made money. Was he talking about Uccello, Ghianondri, Franca? We didn't even know what money really was or what to do with it. Dali had already read an article about the 'insurgent' 'beats' and was interested. When Irwin told him (in Spanish) we wanted to meet Marlon Brando (who ate in this Russian Tea Room) he said, waving three fingers at me, 'He is more beautiful than M. Brando.' I wondered why he said that but he probably had a tiff with old Marlon. But what he meant was my eyes, which were blue, like his, and my hair, which is black, like his, and when I looked into his eyes, and he looked into my eyes, we couldn't stand all that sadness. In fact, when Dali and I look in the mirror we can't stand all that sadness. To Dali sadness is beautiful.

He turned around and looked at me really intently. At my eyes. He must like my eyes! He looked away, then looked back at me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my face. His brow furrowed slightly, and it looked like he was biting back a smile. “Guess we should go eat, huh?” he finally said. “Oh, yeah.” I sounded startled. So uncool. “Is there someplace I can wash my hands?” “Bathroom.” Jason hitched up that one intriguing corner of his mouth. “Where is it?” “Oh, right! It connects the two bedrooms on this side of the hall, although the other room is the junk room, so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you. Tiff and I are across the hall and have our own bathroom.” Although normally I used the guest bathroom, because Tiffany was always drying things in ours. “For your private bathroom, you can either go through that door there or come into the hallway and get to it that way.” I felt like I was rambling. I wanted to yell, “Someone shut me up!

So what do you think so far, Tiff?” I asked as I started combing my hair. “I’m thinking next year we need to have some sort of fund-raiser. These guys deserve better than old school buses.” “If anyone can make it happen, it’s Miss Teen Ragland.” “Next year, I’ll just be Tiffany.” She put on her cap, and I tugged on the brim. “I think Tiffany can make it happen, too.” “Especially since you and Bird will be on my committee.” She walked out before we could respond. “Did she just volunteer us?” Bird asked. “Yep.” I dropped my comb into my tote. I put my cap and sunglasses back on. Next year’s fund-raising committee was the last thing I wanted to think about. For the next couple of hours, I planned to focus on this year’s team, this year’s pitcher. Tonight’s date.

I stared at the sheets of paper after I'd finished reading. I missed her terribly. It was astonishing to me how much we were thinking in the same direction. Fenn got me, in a way that I didn't think anyone else ever had. And at the same time, we were nothing alike. I'd written more than one letter like hers, to be opened after my death. One for Tiff, one for Reimer, one for Tom, one for Maddie, one each for my parents... only if you wrote them like i did, you called them suicide notes instead

Maybe he’s capitalizing on the fact that you had a little tiff last night and is pulling a prank.

Saying Meg had gone into labour? I had a tiff with Sara about that. You know she’s not in labour any more, I said. She explained that the press must be given the dramatic, suspenseful story they demanded. But it’s not true, I said. Ah, truth didn’t matter. Keeping people tuned to the show, that was the thing.

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He likes me… That’s it. After all of the tiffs, and snide remarks, all of that awkward energy, and the expressions, and… he likes me. And damn if I don’t like him back… A little too much, even...

So, how old were you when you discovered St. Patrick?” I teased. “Twelve! He was bloody twelve!” Tiffa bellowed from the backseat, making everyone laugh. “When Darcy was born, he was wearing a tiny little bow tie and braces.” “Braces?” I giggled. “Suspenders,” Wilson supplied dryly. “He has always been an absolute geek,” Tiffa chortled. “That, my dear Blue, is why he's brilliant. And wonderful.” “Don't try to be nice to me now, Tiff,” Wilson smiled, catching her gaze in his rear view mirror. “All right. I won't. Did you know he was going to be a doctor, Blue?” “Tiffa!” Wilson moaned.

Tiff was a voice major at Appalachian State and had been singing in the St. Barnabas choir for a couple of years under our “scholarship for young singers” program.

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I need to find a way out of here and when I did, I was sending Troy back for Diamond’s ass. I couldn’t wait to let Blaize and Tiff know about their damn mother.

But you didn’t know about the woman, dear Alec,’ said Danny Hislop at supper that night, when Lymond had walked down to his horse and departed. ‘Nobody told us about the woman. Güzel. The Mistress. What if they have a tiff and she withdraws all her assets before the Tsar has decided to keep us? What,’ said Danny dreamily, ‘if she takes against our coarse ways when she meets us? Or decides she’d prefer one of us to sweet Francis?… Jesus?… Sir?

Pae laughed at that until Tiff gave him an icy glare. Pae kept laughing however because it was funny. “That’s really mean” Tiff said unbelieving that Pae was laughing at that. “Well taking a recently dead man’s uniform was mean too” Pae countered. “I guess the end justifies the mean” Pen said. Both Pae and Tiff turned and shook their heads at him.

Well yes” agreed Pae, “but they didn’t have both keys. The duel blades Vitae and Mortem. It’s like legend says, ‘The Tree will be revealed” “To he whom hests the power of both life and death in the very palm” Tiff interrupted. “Aw” Pen smiled. “You two are finishing each other’s sentences”. Pae rolled his eyes. He was more than capable of finishing his own sentences.

She went from one pile of bodies to the next, dodging protruding spears, and stepping over limbs. She was looking for two people among two thousand dead. She finally crested a hill, and saw two prone forms. Pen and Pae, were lying next to each other, their weapons still in hand, and their faces turned to the sky. Tiff screamed in horror as she saw them unmoving. She ran over to them with tears in her eyes, but much to her surprise, she found comfort. “Don’t go killing yourself Juliet” Pae whispered.

Tiffany learned that Lin had stolen Tiffany’s book title idea: “2 girls 1 cup.” A month ago, Tiffany had confided to Lin about Tiffany’s research showing that there was nothing on Amazon with the title “2 girls 1 cup,” and Tiff intended to be the first one to use that title for her upcoming book. Lin had betrayed her. Now, Lin’s book was available online and it was on the bestsellers list. Tiffany’s first go-to move for revenge against any of her female friends was to go sleep with her BFF’s boyfriend. That was “Dr. Bob” as Lin called him affectionately (he was Lin’s drug source).

Well! I’ve ended my tale; I hope you don’t think it too long; but, before I go, just let me say one thing. If any of you have any quarrels, or misunderstandings, or coolnesses, or cold shoulders, or shynesses, or tiffs, or miffs, or huffs, with any one else, just make friends before Christmas, -- you will be so much merrier if you do. I ask it of you for the sake of that old angelic song, heard so many years ago by the shepherds, keeping watch by night, on Bethlehem Heights.

Alright, I will have them waiting for him. Ohhhh, shit! Do you think you’re pregnant again? Remember you were like this when you were pregnant with Aniya! Bihhhhhhhhhh!!!! When you were bustin’ it open for a real nigga did you use protection? Lawdddd please say you did ‘cause babbbbyyyy, this shit bout to get realer than a muthafucka, and I think I want to rent me a place across the street from you. I can’t miss none of this muthafuckin’ hot ass tea!” I was sitting on pins and needles waiting for her ass to answer the damn question.

What I should have done when yo’ ass showed the fuck up,” he said, opening the door and sitting my kids on the steps. Then he pushed my ass out the door and slammed it. The door opened back up, he pushed Britt ass out too and slammed the door shut. All the lights cut off, and we were standing our ass on his porch in the line of craziness and fire. I can’t believe this nigga handed us over to the fuckin’ devil like that. Britt was laughing so damn hard she was choking.

Ion know where your ass going, but I’mma need you to get your problem having ass off my property,” Nas’ voice came through the speaker on the door.

Damn! He just read yo’ ass, but y’all take that shit to 2102. Get the fuck off my property lane!” Nas ass yelled through his door speaker, and Britt burst out laughing.

What I don’t understand is, how you let another nigga walk off with your fiancé? That just don’t sit right with me.” My mom was not helping this situation at all with her crazy ass.

Bruh, the funny part is when I called to check on her this morning, the heifer had to take a water break. She cursed me out so bad.

Ion know if I like that type of dick, dick like that can make you lose your damn mind.

Ohhhh, God! I hope not. I hope that bitch went down there and became the biggest hoe in captivity and got pregnant by a sane nigga. ‘Cause if that’s Shawn baby, lawwwd we need to pray now. ‘Cause you and I both know that he’s just as bad as you.

Nah, she gone deal with me head-on. All that talking shit should have happened before she pushed a baby out," I spat. “Bruh, bring your octave down when you speaking to that one. I know you mad; hell, I’m mad with you and for you, but that’s not the right move.” Cannon pointed at Tiff. She came over to me and sat down next to me.

Ok, nigga. I see you. I would tell you how fine she is, but Bear might hear that shit in her dreams and wake up ready to beat my ass. So, she aight, you could do better." We all burst out laughing, and it was good that we broke the ice because the tensions were high. We just had to work on Shawn because that nigga was a volcano waiting to erupt.

She raised a daughter that can’t cook, and now her ass out here playing hide the fuckin’ wiener with this nigga.

Now come lay your fine ass down and let me suck that pussy to sleep,” I told her. She climbed in bed and I did just what I said I would do.

I've always been able to tell when a nigga full of shit and that nigga you got in there got shit running out his ass.

Yes, the fuck you can. I would be riding that dick so good Marlo bitch ass would feel it in his muthafuckin’ sleep!” We both burst out laughing because this girl was nuts.

Cedes, you sound fucking stupid right now. You care more about that bum ass nigga than you do about your own fucking son! I’m gone need you to help me understand that shit ‘cause when I’m giving out these muthafuckin hollow tips, I want to make sure I have one for your weak ass! I don’t give a fuck about you being my sister. If you’re siding with that pussy ass nigga, that means you against my nephew.

You sound like you meant that shit, baby. I’mma do what the fuck I want, you can either let me go over to my mom’s or I’m gone be walking around this bitch butt ass naked every day.” When she ran her tongue across my lip, I almost forgot I had a girl and sucked that bitch into my mouth. She walked away, and I was still standing there stuck.

If they on that bout it-bout it shit, then we gone be some No Limit fuckin’ soldiers up in that bitch tonight.

The whole time y’all were arguing, she was smiling. Something is up with that lil’ evil, troll ass lookin lil’ bitch.

Tiff, you good. Sit down!” Marlo grabbed her arm and pulled her back in her seat. My bitch nigga monitor instantly went off with his ass.

Nah, don’t nobody touch him! That nigga deserve this muthafuckin’ beat down. He could have said anything else, but that bullshit!” Nas roared.

Lawd, be a shield and my muthafuckin’ shelter,” this nigga yelled out, trying to calm his girl down.

I’m gone just let these niggas kill each other ‘cause a nigga too tired to be pulling and straining over these big ass niggas. Y’all niggas been stressing me the fuck out since chapter one, damn! Britt, you need to tell this nigga what the fuck going on. Cam, bring yo’ ass down these fuckin’ stairs and talk to me, and who in the hell is this chick?! Britt, I sure hope yo’ ass got some liquor ‘cause my ass need the damn bottle. I see why Brock ass is a new alcoholic ‘cause you niggas will drive a sane nigga insane and fuckin’ crazy!” Nas fussed, walking back downstairs.

When the elevator door closed, the lights started flicking on and off. This nigga was hitting all the buttons trying to get the elevator to go back down to the lobby. Tiff and I were damn near on the floor laughing at this dude.

Girl, you better put on your best thong and twerk on that dick. Fuck that hoe!" This girl started gyrating in her chair, and we fell out laughing, not realizing that Shawn and Cannon both were in the room as he held Aniya in his arms.

You need to find a place to channel that anger. I’m not the channel your ass should be on. I’m gone let you rock out cause you look stressed.” Cam chuckled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me away with him.

This is what the fuck you do! You go have a baby by the next nigga, but kill my fuckin’ seed! Bi….. You ain’t shit! Don’t ever in your muthafuckin’ life say shit to me again.

Tiff, come back in here and talk to that nigga through the window!" I heard Nas yell out.

Bruh, if this nigga gets sideways, just know I'm knocking his head off, and he can pick that shit up and take it back to Cali with him," Shawn spoke.

Yooooo, that nigga is a straight-up savage! Nigga, you just gone let him take yo’ girl like that?!

Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you! That’s good quality liquor yo’ crazy ass done fucked up. Ahhh hell, this the shit I be talking ‘bout. I’m about to take my free liquor and go home. My girl just let me back in the house, and I don’t need yo’ fucked up vibes,

So, you heifers out here pop lockin’ pussy all over the damn place, huh! Just some scandalous ass lil’ heathens. Get y'all ass over there and sit yo’ hot box asses down! Can't let y'all loose for one damn night!" Nas fussed. We were so turnt up, everything his ass said was funny. Zoey and Britt was kissing all over their dudes,

Oh my God, I get a hold of some monster dick and lose my mind being careless and shit! Dr. Barringer, are you sure? Can you take the test again?” She asked him. It was the monster dick and the look on the doctor’s face, for me. My good sis was losing her shit behind this tea the good ole doc was giving.

We got the call that you were locked the fuck up. What you thought we were gone be doing, twiddling our fuckin’ thumbs? What the hell happened?” Nas asked her.

Bruh, she’s not married yet, and before she does get married, I think you two should talk. You need to get some shit off yo’ chest and either close the book or open that muthafucka back up. Because you clearly still love her, a blind man can see that shit.” I shrugged, getting up to go pour me a drink from the bar.

I'm the mother of his child and his fiancé." And when this bitch flashed her ring in Tiff's face, I almost flatlined. Her damn ring was the exact ring on Tiff's finger, and the baby couldn't have been no more than six or seven months old. So, this hoe and Tiff were pregnant around the same time.

Mmmm, mmmmm, nah! We not doing this shit today, this was supposed to be a good day and I live in a good damn neighborhood. I'm cool with the neighborhood captain, and I don't got time for the shit that's about to take place if you bring yo’ ass up in here! The grim reaper is here, and his ass been killing niggas left and right for the last two years. Half the niggas he killed still asking why they the fuck dead! I would hate to see you be his next victim. This ain't it right now. Come back later when everybody is gone!" He said and slammed the door.

Shit! On God! I’m cummingggggg! Ohhhh fuck! I’m cumming so hard! I think you broke my pussy ‘cause it won’t stop!” I screamed so damn loud; you would’ve thought this nigga was killing me.

Nahhh, I didn’t break it. I fucked it how it should be fucked, lil’ baby! Argghhhhh! Fuck, this some good pussy!” He growled as he let loose in the condom. A few minutes later, we got up and took a shower. I was so damn tired. I knew I was going to sleep the day away. “Oh yeah, cancel that nigga,” he spoke, pulling me into him. I didn’t respond, but I damn sure heard him. Damn, I love me a thugged out, rude ass nigga.

I would give it to you, but a nigga don’t do jailbirds. My daddy a preacher and my mama would beat my ass for bringing an ex-con to the house,” this nigga told her, and I couldn’t do shit but turn and walk the fuck away.

Babbbbby, oh my God is right! You better gone and call on him ‘cause yo’ ass is gone need all the power He possesses to calm the storm that's coming your way. But I'm here for you, sis. You need me to go to the doctors with you?" I asked her because I wanted to witness all this good fuckery.

Big Mama said you beat her man's ass, took his woman, dog walked her on the devil's dick, and then gave her back with a new lease on life." We all burst out laughing because Big Mama was a damn fool.

This nigga and his dick is what’s wrong! Girl, if you know what’s best for you, don’t fuck Cannon. These niggas is on some hateful ass revenge type shit! Got me out here about to be pussyless. Go back to the other side, sis, where fuckin’ with bitches is safe… Argggggghhhhh!” She screamed and Shawn was shaking his head.

From now on, I’m not giving you no pussy. We just gonna have to skin hump. Rub your dick between my thighs and imagine that shit is my pussy. Nigga, you done ruined my ass. Now I gotta soak my pussy three times a day all because you got a dinosaur dick and you a messy nigga!” I was going the hell off, and this nigga was sitting here with this dumb ass smirk on his face.

Urggghhhh! Nas, open the damn door; my purse is still inside,” I screamed, knocking on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened, and he threw my damn purse on the porch, and Britt fell out laughing again.

Let me tell you something! I’m not playing these fuckin’ games with you, and I’m damn sure not playing with you over my kids. They will be in our home every fuckin’ night in their own beds. You got my damn kids out all times of the night like they don’t have a home to go to. If you want to run your ass off, you can do that shit, but my kids are going to be with me! And before you open your mouth about Aniya not being mine, I will snatch your muthafuckin’ tongue out and choke your ass with that shit! Don’t fuck with me about my kids! EVER!” He roared.

Now that’s how you give a damn gift! Good gawd, the man fine, he hung low, he will beat a nigga black and blue about his woman, and he just gave you his last name!

got that good-good for you, zaddy. We gone be swinging from the ceiling tonight!” I looked over at her crazy ass and burst out laughing.