Holla At Your Boy

At first glance it looks as if Quincy Jones is posted up outside of the Shady Palms Retirement Community but he is in France promoting his new project at the Cannes film festival. He kinda resembles Bobby Jones, no? Speaking of which, last Thursday I saw him and Dr. Billy Taylor hustling spaghetti dinners in front of my church's fellowship hall. Real talk. Billy grabbed my hand and screamed "you need tah be fuckin' with your boy!" in my ear when I rejected his sexual advances. And would you believe that Q threatened to hit me with a fold-up chair? Pfft, but I respect the codes of the skreets so I didn't go snitchin' like Laurie Ann Gibson. Cam'ron would be so proud.

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