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Showing posts with label It's My House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It's My House. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

How to Handle It

I still feel like some kind of virus came in here and beat me up like a gangsta, but I had to do this post.

Someone just texted me and said, "Girrrrlll... Did you see Tamron Hall sit some dude the eff down?"

I'm on Nyquil and sweat-rest, so I was like, "Who, huh, wha-?"

My girl sent me the link and I'll be damned if I don't want to take lessons from Ms. Hall on how to shut a mutha down...


Well, damnnn.... LOL! (You know Ms. Hall is from Texas. Nuff said.)

"You're kinda in my house now."

Why did this from another bad-to-the-bone chick pop into my head?




OK. In the words of Lady Hall: "I'm done."

Peace
--Free