Last night, I hung out with Chris for a few hours after work, left, came back, got mine, then tucked him into bed and locked the door behind me as I left and drove home.
Oh crap...was that a booty call?
And if it was, why am I so amused? Thinking about it makes me smile to myself. Damn I'm a pimp. Holla!
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