Purry Mae was sitting on her porch waiting for her date Juny B pulled up in his pickup truck and honked the horn. Purry Mae excited walked happy to the truck door. Juny B got out opened the door and she got in. On the date they went to the County Fair.. Purry Mae didn't say to much... just smiled .. Juny B asked her was she hungry? She nodded yes.... She looked at him and said "I want to get waydeed " So Juny B being the perfect gentleman walked her to the scale, put a dime in and she looked at him... They continued on the date holding hands Playing games ...eating and snacking... After a while she said again " I want to get waydeed " Juny B scratched his head and put a dime in and she hopped on the scale.... Every hour on the hour she kept asking him if she could get on the scale... After the date... He took her home.. She didn't say a word.. When they get to Purry Mae's house she frowned at him jumped out the truck and slammed the door... Juny B confused...said to himself " what did I do wrong ? " Then he drove off.. Well when Purry Mae ran in the house to her room and closed the door.. Her Mother curious asked... "How was your date honey?" She looked up started crying and said!!! " IT WAS WOWZEE "....... Mom just hugged her and left the room.. ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

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Pojo and Knuck- Knuck was playing a video game, he was late coming home from school and forgot to check the messages on his phone. His Mom got home after a long day at work. Pojo and Knuck-Knuck was still on the game. He didn't hear a thing.... She called out his name....twice She went in her closet and got a small Oak stick that her Grandmother gave her... She bust in the room and cracked Pojo good fashion on his hand She said " I thought I told you to have this house Kleent when I got home"... Pojo said " it looks Kleent to me"..... ©️threethehardway

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