BBQ

So the ed daddy had a BBQ the other night. I have now received information that there were people using hard drugs off of my computer desk. I must say first that I am not a virgin to the white bitch. I dont mind it maybe twice a year. But my problem is not with the drug, because it is a hellofa drug. My problem is with being polite. Most times that is my problem with anything.

I tend to dabble in the sandwich. The problem is...if I was at your house, I would ask you if it was OK if I delved into the sweet debauchery. I was not asked if someone could use the white bitch in my house. This is my problem.

I dont care that you do it....Let me know that you are. There is a slim, albeit very slim, chance that I will indulge with you, but the next time you are at MY house let me know that this type of sh!t is going on, please. I will whole heartedly let you do your thing, with no questions asked.

If you do not ask to do it...1) I will make sure you are on this list. I will also make sure that you no longer will participate in this. If you need more information about that, look at this.