She is not happy with me apparently…

“Because bitch you ain’t got to live here! The steroid rats are so big they should be paying rent.  You could have at least got me something of my caliber.  You know I’m a classy bitch. Got me living in the almost-not-really-maybe-just-a-little-bit-projects.”

Told y’all…

It really isn’t so bad.

“Girl, bye”

I took her to the bar for her hourly glass of wine and let her titties pay for some taquitos.

She wasn’t amused

“You damn right. Ain’t shit poppin’ but dusty ass raccoons, a gold bitch who thinks she’s a robot and random boxes of free shit.  Where are the MEN? Who is in those penthouses.  Get to work bitch.”

Clearly it’s my fault no one pleased the eyes of Queen Indya.

“Yes bitch, yes.”

Not being the shy type, Indya decides to see if any of her neighbors know where it’s’ lit.

This is what  she found behind door number one…

“Just move in?”

“Yes sir…”

“Welcome.”

“Thank you.  I don’t want to disturb you.  Just wondering if you happen to know where I can get a good, strong drink around here.”

“Drink huh”

“Yup”

“I got something you can drink…”