"Misty did what?" Derrick awoke from his half comotose setting and sat straight up in his leather plush sofa as he had overhead a message on his machine, that said that Misty got her momentum back and was putting on a hot little dance.
"oh, no she di -n't" said Derrick half to himself. He looked around, knowing his glass of Alaze was somewhere, but half knowing this morning it was all black coffee or nothing. He got up and half screamed at the leftover bile on the sofa. " Pud-giiiiiiiiieeeeee". Pudd-giieeeeeeeeee bring your a@# over here right now and clean this shi% up would you?" Pudge just walked in, smoothed his shirt down, and told Derrick his messages. I told you NEVER to answer my phone." Derrick's regaling would go on forever if Pudgie didn't think of something to distract him. We'd better going, said Pudgie in a half whisper.
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