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My, oh, my, do little boys lie! I had this one staying at my house tonight, and I could smell something, if you know what I mean. Something rotten! It smelled so bad it was as if green waves of gag me were coming off this little boy’s diaper. I called him over and said, “Mikey, did you mess dem tiny tails, ABU?”
“Nooo, Miss Lea.” He looked me in my face to tell dat bold ass lie! I scoffed and said, “Now I can smell you, you best not be telling no fibs ta me. If I come over there and check you, you best be dry!”Wouldn’t you have guessed dat boy went scrambling down the hall when I stood up. Continue reading “Little Boys Lie!”