Tasha-Kentry put the finishing touches on her WoV blog, sent it, then munched on a leg of crispy Church's chicken.
Today's topic was a good one: "How to Pick Winning Slot Machines."
It warmed her to know that she'd developed a strong, adoring audience for her blog: who knew there were so many gamblers out there looking to win?
And the bitcoin payments from Serbia kept rolling in, regular as clockwork.
Life was good...but also empty.
"Mammie, I needs to find me that MHF mutha fucka or else I'll never be happy."
"Well now chile I hope you finally finds you a man dat can abide you; Lord knows I'm tired of cleaning up your messes off da flo. Why is it you ain't never settled down wit somebody nice?"
"Hell, I'd settle for somebody NOT really nice" mused Tasha-Kentry; but as she squatted and "decorated" the kitchen floor with the remains of her meal she once again realized why it was that men were put off by her shall we say her "eccentricities..."
"Mammie, this MHF dude seems different. He be really smart, at least he tries to seem that way; he has a Theory About Everything and instead of a car he uses a dog sled. Lordy but I wants to meet him so bad...I worry though that I might not like the taste of whale blubber. Better bring me a box of Church's as a back up."
Determined to succeed this time, she'd used a large portion of her Megabucks jackpot to hire the foremost sleuths in the world, V, V and V, and the three bloodhounds had finally located MHF's address...an igloo in the Great White North.
"I'm heading to Canada Mammie, wish me luck."
Mammie silently mused "I wish you'd find yo-self a man...any man..and quit shittin' on da flo.."
And so it began.
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