The Pimp Gets Pimped

The day after the Charlie’s Angels Christmas, Bertha

called my house, looking for Titus.

Bertha:  “Hi.    My  name    is  Bertha,     and     I’m     looking     for

Titus.”

Tiffany:    “Titus  don’t   live    here.”

Bertha:  “Well,  he  calls   me  from    this    number

sometimes.   I   can’t   mnd     him.    He’s    been    missing     for     a

couple  of  days.”

Tiffany:     “He’s   been    missing?    Oh,     you     that    bitch,  ain’t

you?”

Bertha: “Are    you Tiĉany? Oh, it’s    so  nice    to  hear    your

voice.   I   hear    so  much    about   you.    He’s    always  talking

about   you.    You’re  such    a   nice    person.”

Tiffany:    “Oh no, bitch.  I’m not nice.   Just    ask Titus   how

nice    I   am.”