I can’t
stand it, man. The llama has to come back. She has to.
I mean,
I’m not LAVAR. I’ve like, done stuff with girls. But like, it was hard you
know? Ha, ‘that’s what she said’, right. No but it was.
When Jed
and I started high school Ma picked me up at school the first week. You know,
not embarrassing at all. She made me
show her everyone in my class. Well. All
the girls in my class.
“The
Whalley girl, no. The Beckham girl,
no. Your father spent time with both of their mothers, never can tell. The Sekemoto girl...well she’s sure Sam’s...so okay. Boyd’s daughter is obviously safe, but she’s
one of Tori’s, so you can’t bring her
to the house. Not that she’d come anyway.”
“Uh,
Precious is like Jed’s AUNT.”
“Well good
then, that’s solved. Who’s left in your class?”
Other than
Jed’s sister or like, dudes, no-one was left. No girls. Zip.
I fooled around a
little with Barbara Sekemoto, but like, I was a Spiffington and her dad was
like, ‘No Spiffingtons’, and then,
Antoine Alto went after her, so. We
never did it.
But one
good thing about Jules being all popular and stuff, she had girls like from her class come over and hang out.