New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, straws, it's a Monday to fucking grab it to you.

Be mine, listen to me, I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

Don't be one of those people who just gorgeous themselves when you're gonna have a meal

because they're appetizer, the soup, the salad, the bread, the entrey.

You know what I'm talking about?

The ones who wind up undoing their belt, and when it pops up, they wave the dessert off.

See, the dessert is important.

Because it's hard to engage and converse with people when you're slapping down and gorging the fucking meal

and telling how great something is.

But when you sit back with that dessert, that dessert, you can converse and enjoy the company of people,

too many distractions when you're having that meal.

It's a place of fucking forks and shit hitting each other and clanking and clanking this shit.

Too much going on.

That dessert is the best part.

Here's what I do.

I tell the waiter to bring my dessert first.

See, and my dessert first, put that shit on the table in front of me.

You know what I mean?

Put that shit on it.

See it.

I see what that's gonna take to eat that shit after I eat my meal.

See now, I can see what's in front of me.

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