Get over here and tell them what you did.

No, I am not going to be criminalized.

I tell her 10, honey, what Tuesday showed her ass Sunday morning

that Big Beat Donuts.

Don't tell that? Shut up, you don't big donut. Don't tell that.

Shut up, you don't, you've done it, you done it wrong.

You was ignorant.

Now hush.

Sunday morning we got down there at church about 1230.

We was running late of course because

Wautusi couldn't remember whether or not she had took on her pills. I hadn't

even got sat down good and Wautusi started complaining about her blood

sugar was low. It would.

No, it's not you, not diabetical.

What's wrong with you?

Somebody she needed her some donuts right now.

Ooh, I was so hungry.

And then you, me, you go aggravate that Cambodian woman up in that accident

could you have some white grave. It's some cream gravy for your damn collages.

Ooh, that sounds good.

You don't dip your damn collaches in no gravy?

That's like asking for money for money is for your donuts.

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