"Listen, motherfucker, I'm gonna have babies and be a star—with or without you. How' bout that?"
Don't get me wrong, Otis was our ace boon coon; he was getting good things done for us. But who was he to intrude on my biology?
9.14.2006
Chaka! Chapter 10: Pack'd My Bags, page 71.
"How are we going to make a star out of you if you're going to have babies?" scolded ABC exec, Otis Smith, when he found out I was pregnant.
"Listen, motherfucker, I'm gonna have babies and be a star—with or without you. How' bout that?"
Don't get me wrong, Otis was our ace boon coon; he was getting good things done for us. But who was he to intrude on my biology?
"Listen, motherfucker, I'm gonna have babies and be a star—with or without you. How' bout that?"
Don't get me wrong, Otis was our ace boon coon; he was getting good things done for us. But who was he to intrude on my biology?
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