What the Bleep Do You Know?

(At my apartment, high and wanting to harass someone; all while waiting for Meghan to pick me up)

All events occurred via text message:

Roe to Roy: You: Ur lame. U don’t even know how cool it is to rock a sidekick. I feel like toni braxton. I know what you’re thinking, you homo.
Roy to Roe: Haha....I’d get one if it weren’t t mobile.
Roe to Roy: Dude its fucking made exacrly dfor people like us. No joke.
Roy to Roe: I know ppl that have one just to use for internet, text and im. No phone service just data plan
Roe to Roy: Fuck yeah, u know people that are deaf. Ure a fucking saint, I hate you.
Roy to Roe: Deaf? No just spoiled rotten. Enough to afford 2 phones and 2 plans.

(En route to POWs, I told Meghan about my latest adventures of being high and harassing people)

First thing I do is buy her a beer because I love her and she picked me up. We go to the bar, order the beer, and we walk by the jukebox (and you know me, I’m curious by nature). There’s a girl there, by herself, picking songs and so I peek over her shoulder. She requests three songs. All
TONI muthafucking BRAXTON.