LAST EDITED ON 03-05-06 AT 02:43 PM (EST)(Iyanla enters, sniffing the air...)
I smell....COMPROMISE! Wait, it's not just compromise...it has undertones of EROTIC COMPROMISE!!!
So, who am I smellin'? Hmm. Let me put this together...someone who crumbles in the face of temptation...someone who would be attractive to the opposite sex (well, that narrows it down significantly). Let's see, there's me - I DO have a FIIIIINE package, but I NE-VAH compromise, so it can't be myself I'm smellin'. So that leaves Jessica (young...but too nasal), Christy? (hmmmm...that's possible...BUT I don't smell alcohol...so, it couldn't be her), Rhonda? (OH YEAH...that'll be the day!), Jill (ah...no. She's be GREAT at phone sex...that voice - that magical, golden voice....oh, I looove that woman - but no, what I'm smellin' is kinda funky...note to self: call Jill after hubby goes to bed) Funky....maybe a little sick and feverish...sorta like a disease...a sexually transmitted disease!
OH CHRISTINA, BABY! Whatcha doin', Miss Christina? Or Who-ya doing? You're contagious, baby! Didn't they tell you that at the clinic? Pull up your jeans and come to mama, darlin'. I'll stroke your hair, you can cry in my lap - well maybe I'll just stroke your hair. But we can talk, sweetie. We NEED to talk.
Oh God...I hope we're not liable...
Love, Iyanla
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