Can’t trust these females

*This story is for entertainment purposes only, satire even*

Willie Norman wasn’t feeling well this particular

stormy night. His baby momma packed him a lunch, but there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn’t figure out if he just had to dookie, or something else was going on but he got up from his machine at work and headed to his boss office. He knocked lightly on the door and he heard a voice say “Come in”

“Sir, I’m really feeling bad right now, I don’t know what’s wrong. I think I may need to call it a night and head home,” Willie explained with a sickly look on his face.

His boss seemed to understand, and he told him, “Ok, go ahead and clock out and I’ll see you tomorrow night”

Happy as a mufucka, Willie rushed to the time clock to clock out, and headed to his vehicle. He tried to call his baby momma who was at home with the kids, but the phone kept going to voicemail. “She always be forgetting to put that phone on the charger,” he assured his self and turned the music up” “upside, inside out, she’s living la vida loca”

Jamming while the windshield wiper blades moved the water out the way so he could see the road, Willie made his way home. When he pulled up the small two bedroom apartment, there was a strange car in the parking lot right near their door.

“Hmmm, I wonder who’s car that is?” He asked his self as he hit the alarm on the car and headed inside. Something in his gut was telling him to turn away and leave, but this was his muthafucking house where he paid bills at. He turned his key and opened the door and went inside.

He went to his kids room first, and there was his newborn on the hard floor, and his toddler was in her crib up walking around playing. “What the fuck!” He belted, and headed to the bedroom and look what he found….#TWLD