Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Burn Out Phone

So am guilty as shit for giving my digits out in the club. I do it because im bored, single, and i love not paying for meals. I have no shame in that. BUTTTTTTT that means that there are a lot of undesirables that have access long after their 15 minutes is up. These include the ones that turn out to be stalkers, pressed, thirsty, unkempt when outside the club, etc. Especially the ones that wanna make out in the theatre on the FIRST DATE.
Lesson 1: Keep hoes at an arms distance.
Welcome, the Burn Out Phone.
Am I wrong for dusting off my old prepaid Nokia phone? Digging up that old spare sim card? Activating the phone? and giving the "new" number out? Would I be wrong for having some hood ass song (insert Wacka Flocka title here) as the ring tone?
No its not wrong. Cause at the end of the day, the guy that makes it out the burn out phone and is blessed with the real digits will never have to here "There's some hoes in this house" radiating frommy purse. The burn out phone will be safely tucked back in its dusty corner right next to my pepper spray.

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