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I said , Y eah, Dee Dee, take off your panties and we’ll get busy , which, I’m telling you now, so as you can see what sort of relationship we are talking about here and what kind of girl we’re talking about, too. I mean, if anything I’ve ever said about how she and me wasn’t going to be represented on no fucking wedding cake proves how I felt, or didn’t feel as the case may be, about Denise Brown, it’s what I just said to you. Because that’s how it was between us, that’s all it was between us.
    I think I might have told her to stop and pick up a pizza too , now that I think about it. That’s a kind of epic thing if you think about it, isn’t it? I mean, okay, so she’s killed her kid – right? - I mean killed Deeley. I don’t want to be disrespectful here, so she’s killed her – right? - and me, I tell her to pick up a pizza, and then later on she fucking tells everybody that the smell from her trunk was from a pizza. I mean, think about it - she used that, I like inspired her story, and that’s fucked up, because if I’d known she was going to do that, I wouldna ever told her to get a pizza that night. I mean I was hungry, sure, but I got standards and the whole scenario has to make you ask yourself questions like did she put the pizza in the trunk by Deeley?
    See that’s messed up and I feel like puking when I think of it, but then too I also kind of feel like ordering a pizza right now , so there’s kind of your circle of life situation … I mean, death and pizza and pussy, and then you die
    Denise and I’d only been together for like a few weeks when she did in her kid. We hooked up on Facebook and then we fucked , and then like one day she basically moves in with me and my roommates. I mean, not one day, it was that day. She’d been showing up before during the day time, you know, to like hang out and shit. Sometimes she’d bring Deeley, sometimes not. When she stopped bringing Deeley around, she was like here all the fucking time, like a wife or shit. I didn’t ask her to stay here but it’s true that I didn’t ask her to go once she was here either. She was pretty useful to have around, I gotta tell you. I mean, I’m getting laid wall-to-wall, she’s doing all the shopping and the cooking and cleaning for me and my roommates … just like she’s Snow White and we’re the Seven fucking Dwarves, Sneezy and Stony and Toe Jam. See, that’s a joke on account of I only got two roommates and one of ‘em is stoned all the time. Well, I am too mostly, but I can maintain to a degree, which Jimmy, who I call Stony, can’t, see? Truthfully, I think my roommates liked having her around more than me. They were always saying, “Hey, Aaron, don’t fuck this one up, she’s a keeper,” which I knew she was not - a keeper that is - so it kind of made me nervous them saying that. Not Denise, though. She fucking loved it, started in on that thing girls do when they’re trying to get you to commit, or whatever. You know the drill …
    “Oh , Aaron, did you hear what Sneezy said? He said I was so hot and I could cook too. He said -“
    White noise to me , man, but then again it rung a little bell in my head, and I was about ready to show her the door, so help me God, I was, and then this shit came down and it was all over. That’s one way to get rid of a chick, man, which in some ways is cool but in other ways, since I’m now a household name, isn’t cool. Also, of course, I feel real bad about the kid. I mean, Deeley, she seemed like a nice little kid, as kids go. She slept a lot. ‘Course now we all know why. Chloroform, huh? That’s some kind of whack babysitter Denise had.
    I can’t say I thought about where Deeley was the month she stayed with me. I’m a sort of ‘live in the now’ guy and, you know, ‘out of sight out of mind’. If I thought about it at all, and again I don’t think I did, but if I did, because, sure, sometimes I think about all kinds of shit, well then, I