I hate the fact that I’m more sexually charged, driven, motivated whatever - while I’m at work. It’s like while I’m at my desk that’s the time I’m thinking about dick, or sex, or beaters, or porn, or buicks, or grand marquis, or baby oil gel, or wet or whatever.
But as soon as 5:00 hits….
Don’t come texting my phone telling me what you wanna do to me, how you wanna do it, where we can do it, when you’re available, when we’re going to date, etc. etc. Bitch it’s after 5:00….the only thing you need to be texting me is where the liquor is and how much I can get for one Abraham Lincoln-branded greenback.
There are times when I think that half of Baltimore fucked the other half….and a little bit of Virginia, also.
—D. I. Kimbrough