wendy's turned enta something serious

if you know me by now , im about business. dont get it twisted up or anything , i like some play time when it come time for that , but business first. i aint got no anchors in my life. it been working good for me like that for a good minute. even still i gotta let birds know where they can fly with me. you gotta put them on the page from the jump. otherwise you gonna be running enta some problems. and a problem equals drama. no question. most birds just want to get enta to some high octane dramatic shit with you. its in their feathers. so thats why i put em up on some shit before we get down. for example , this is what went down today. to protect this birds name and shit , i'll just call her blogette. so blogette give me a call early in the day, right around the time im making a trip up to mt vernon to meet up with an associate. its dinner plans and evrything and it will work good for me with the return drive so im with it , im in. i do what i gotta do and get back down to manhattan around 430, 5. blogette wants to know what place i got reservations for, and im telling her i aint make no reservations. didnt have time for all that , so we going to churchs or wendys or some shit. she sounded mad disappointed but she agreed to meet me at the wendys restaurant. now we talking, and catching up on things and i get a call. i got to take it i tell her and i be right back for you. now you have to picture that im dressed in a fine cotton 3 piece suit , and im carrying a brief case. the brief case is the most important detail here. i cant tell you whats in it , all i can tell you is that its my work for the whole week. so i have to cut into the bathroom to take this call. i cant be talking business in front of all the people waiting to cop baconators. i go enta the stall , flip the lid on the toilet , sit down. i put the briefcase right beside me and get enta this call. prolly about a few minutes roll by and now someone is in the bathroom , and this mahfucka gonna try to jack my briefcase. all of a sudden it gets pulled out the fuck of my sight. i drop the phone , bust open the door and this mahfucka is just out the door when i kick the fuckin shit outta the back of the door. im thinking i got this penguin layed out in the hallway and im getting my shit back stat. i grab the door , look down , dafuckoutahere ! its fuckin blogette. that shit just made me more angry so i kicked her in the back of her neck and broke out. she just crossed the line, matter of fact , she done crossed the line and stepped out into the point of no return. done deal with that. number deleted in the cell and oh well.