Thursday, August 04, 2005

The two most busted-hair people in the club.

The story of me hanging out with Faith Evans is long, and I'm not gonna go into it, but I will say that it starts with me drinking panty-peeler shots and ends with her asking me for my number.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

no, you don't get away with dropping the non-chalant "me hanging with biggie's squeeze" reference and the pseudo-humble "i'm not gonna get into it" when you very well know you wants to, and we all wants you to too.

so dish.