We invented the remix . . .

[the_diddy]

-- A crooked grin curved onto his lips as he sits down onto his bed, pulling his keyboard onto his lap. ' What a night of partying ' He thought to himself, shaking his head as he takes off his sunglasses and sets them onto the dresser next to him before he proceeds to type an update. --

The name is Sean 'Puffy' Combs, or you can just call me P.

Comments

[dream_sexy_d]

Im still your favorite, right Diddy? *smiles*

[the_diddy]

Fo' sho, shorty. Where you been, ma? We need to go party sometime.

[dream_sexy_d]

Ive been really busy working so my boss doesnt kick my ass *winks*

[the_diddy]

Oh shit, ma. Look at the both of us right there. I really think you need to call so we can get together.

[dream_sexy_d]

*smirks* Im with you all the time!!

QUIT LURKING!!

[the_diddy]

No you're not! Whatchu gotta be lyin' for?

But lurking turns me on, ma.

[dream_sexy_d]

I am NOT lying! I see you like every fucking day. Its the joy of having you as my boss!!

I dont think I wanna partake in the fact of turning you on, so get your ass on AIM.. Please!

[the_diddy]

See, it's times like these and I remember why you're my favorite. You're so fuckin' smart.

I'm on now. Get me before I leave. Oops, you win.