Hey Smoove, I don't mean to make this public, but you think you know me. You don't know me, Smoove B. First, you want to sex me wild, but baby, it's gonna take more than 100% silk sheets from the farthest reaches of China and leopard print tightie whities to do it. You want to cook me succulent lobsters...ahh, smoove. Them shits were frozen packed and I saw you shake off the ice freeze. Then you serve juice, while you know my diabetes don't allow for such glucose, especially at that … [Read more...]