Bitches Ain't Nothin' but Hoes
Check this out,
Last Sunday, I went to a popular club in downtown Toronto since I had the night off from work. I went in a pair of jeans and a sweater. I saw a couple hot broads, appraoched them and they had a good conversation with me, but turned out they all had to go before I had a chance to score some digits...but check this...
THIS Sunday, I went in a Navigator, pimped out in a dress shirt and dress pants, and the SAME bitches, the exact same ones I talked to the week earlier, came up to ME and started chatting me up. The funny thing is, they didn't even remember me. But now, now the hoes wanted MY digits and were just givin' me theirs. Now that's why I say bitches ain't nuthin' but hoes. Bitches...
I just wanted to share that bitch-story with my homeboys.