Paris and her monkey

Here's a pic of that monkey Skank Mistress be carryin around. She ain't got nothin better 2 do than find a new Skank mascot? If I had all that money (and that free time) I'd be helpin people and startin charities. Dis what wrong wit da world- people with too much do too little for too few--

Remind me of dis girl I knew awhile back- Squeaky. She had dis man who bought her everything: diamonds, shoes, fur coats, leather hot pants, breakfast... She would walk around da hood with dis air like her stank don't stank. She coulda helped a sistah out with a cell bill or at least bail somebody out of jail, but no. She kept it all to herself. Finally one day she come up at my stoop lookin all sad- her man dump her. I tole her it would happen but she didn't listen. A few weeks passed and she still wearin them clothes he bought her. A month passed- same thing. I asked her why she wearin the same thing day after day and she say when he started buyin her clothes she threw away her old ones- all of them. So now all she had to wear was a pink half-shirt that say "Hot Stuff", one pair of leather hot pants, one pair of gold leather high heel boots and a fur coat. Every day. I saw her yesterday buyin bread at the store and she still had her "Hot Stuff" t-shirt on, but where there used to be little diamonds all over the shirt, there was just little glue dots. Sad ain't it?