Well as sure as shit falls from your ass, Fortune do something today that make me wonder if all them times she say "Damn girl, so and so fucked my brains out last night", if maybe her brains really do get fucked out of her. I mean just because that bitch ain't got enough common sense to reach up into the front seat to get a condom out the glove compartment when she gettin some in the backseat, don't mean she can't have enough sense to SAY the right thing when she trying to get her baby back from the Children's Protective Service agents. It ain't bad enough that I got to pick Tina up at the Greyhound station tomorrow and act like she ain't a lying bitch about the whole Beyonce thing, now I got to help Fortune and her sorry, blind ass get her baby back. I am serious when I say that I wish she could find a dude to fuck her brains back into her.
Anyway, the Children's Protective Service agents was being REAL NICE and REAL SORRY to Fortune for all the mix up and all the shit that happen when they take HER baby instead of
Tina's baby and they put the whole baby return shit on the fast track and they ask Fortune if she could come down to New Mexico on Friday to pick up the baby. Well that sightless ass tell them she can't make
it on Friday and can't they just FED-EX the baby to her on a overnight flight! How that bitch think a baby could survive a overnight flight in a box? Any SANE person know she need to have the baby sent Same Day Air! So NOW the Children's Protective Peoples is wondering if Fortune is really fit to have a baby! I'll get back to you about what happens....Fortune want me to meet at at the bar at two o'clock and help her figure things out.