I'm sorry we had that little misunderstanding last weekend.

Well, I wasn't sure what to believe.

Whenever you have a question about the blogs you have to talk to me. You can't let that crazy Latin temper of yours get out of control.

I don't have a bad temper. It's just you tell me all this shit and then I read that and I just got annoyed.

You have to talk to me. You don't understand my business.

When you talk about kissing a girls lips I don't look at it like it's your business. I look at it like you're cheating on me. And if you're cheating on my I don't want nothing to do with you.

Well, I know that baby and I'm not lying to you. I do want to see you. I just don't want to get deleted again. Like with what happened with "Laff Out Loud".

She was a bitch! You didn't need her in your life anyway.

You know if I was there now I would want to meet you on the corner and have a couple of coca colas.

Soon baby. I got to getting to work now. I stepped outside to talk to you. But it's like 100 degrees and humid. My boss is already yelling at me for the outfits I've been wearing to work.

Why?

He says they're too revealing, but you know I'm not going to wear turtle necks.

Okay baby. You go back to work and I'll call you later.

Okay baby. Call me tonight whatever time you want.

I don't want to wake you.

It's okay baby. Whatever time.