HOUSE CLEANING DAY“I can’t believe the filth I walked into.”
“What you talking ‘bout nigga?”
“I’m talking about the condition of our apartment. I spend one week at a religious retreat and look what I come home to.”
“You should have stayed at that retreat in the woods. Bet you and them Church school niggas gave them bears some good ass.”
“We did no such thing. But I’ll say the woods were cleaner than this place. Look at this, a condom in the refrigerator. What are you now, a sperm donor?”
“Thought you might like some on your salad.”
“Ugh! Whose boxers are these hanging from my ceiling fan in my room?”
“They must be yours.”
“I don’t wear boxers. I’m sure I need to burn my bed.”
“You like them little red panties.”
“They are bikini briefs for men. Ugh—the funk being stirred up by the
