"I'm on the way down to the court, then I gotta break up with my boyfriend." Say the girl to the guy on the other end of the line.
"You know what that nigga been doin? He been talkin to this bitch, asking her, can I get up in your place... sleep in your bed... can I nigga get a backrub! What the fuck is with that?! Lying, cheating, scandalous fuckin nigga. I ain't gonna take that shit anymore." She rambles on, all decked out in her in Blood red shoe laces, holding her Blood red sweatshirt.
"Yeah... whatchu doin? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (I wanna hook up with you when I'm done), (Me and the guy are done) What do you mean you don't know who this is? You got your hands all up over me a couple weeks ago, and you don't know its me calling your phone? How many bitches you talkin to? I know it ain't just be. Shit, I don't care... I'm cool. All those other bitches, they on the bullshit. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (I'm a ho, I'm down for a quick rebound hookup)."
"We all got arrested last week, he still in there.. I got out and got the property. You know what I find in that nigga's phone? He's got this recording of him, talking to this other bitch. Fuck that bitch. I called her place, she ain't there... not gonna be there for three days. Fuck that, I told that bitch to tell the bitch I'm gonna kick a bitch's ass if she fucks with my man."
"Oh yeah, I was all ready to be takin the gun charge... right up until I found out he been fuckin around on me. Now that shit is on him, and the bitch he's fuckin wit."
The blue line offers up way more entertainment than Jerry Springer, any day of the week.
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