“Damn, that mothafucking light bulb must have gon’ out, Slim!” Cutty proclaimed looking over his shoulder at his homeboy who was standing somewhere behind him, busy putting something back inside of the refrigerator.
“Again? I just put that b***h up in there. Well, s**t, we got some more up in the cabinet above the stove. I’ll put one up in there once I finished eating this bowl of cereal.” Slim said as he closed the door of the refrigerator.
“Well, damn, Cutty, I drove this far, you gon’ keep a b***h out in the cold waiting?” Boo fixed her face with a frown and placed her hand on her hip, switching her weight from one foot to the other. She’d gotten tired of standing outside on the front porch.
“Oh, my bad, lil’ momma. Where the f**k are my manners?” Cutty switched hands with a big ass
