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It Doesn’t Take A Psychic
Posted on | August 4, 2009 | No Comments
I love it when I read the writing on the wall and I don’t even know it.
“Betty now that you and Baby Daddy are here at Zippers together, I know you’re gonna hook up again,” I tease.
“No, I’m not,” protests Betty.
“Yes, you are,” I say.
“Hey what are you doing tonight,” I ask.
“Meeting Baby Daddy at Cabo Wabo to listen to his bro’s band,” says Betty.
“Well, have fun having sex with him after wards,” I say.
“I’m not having sex with him,” says Betty.
Around 12:30 AM I get a text from Betty.
“Baby Daddy is passed out in my bed,” texts Betty.
I guess I should have told her I was only teasing.
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