Get Yo' Hand Outta My Pocket!
Hey, I wonder if James still laid up in the living room? I can just see them heifers now crackin' open the casket with a crowbar, runnin' his pockets, and ripping gems off his suit. .
Yep, that suit alone is worth a few grand at least. Excuse me while I call the Brown Compound and tell them to put the living room on lock down. Afterwords I think I’ll retire to my quiet place (i.e. the spot under my desk between my hard drive and my garbage can) to say a prayer for them.
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