Who Ate My Cheesy Bread

The following story happened about 2 years ago, but as I relaunch my blog, I thought it was a good idea to re-post this. Enjoy.

So the other night I'm in the studio with homeboy and during the recording session we get crazy hungry. My nigga says, "Yo, let's go get some cheesy bread from Dominoe's." Now I myself haven't eaten Dominoe's pizza since I was a teenager and I have never had the cheesy bread before. But I'm like, "F*ck it, it's 2008, time to try some new shit. So we order the pizza and cheesy bread and I was thinking if that 30 minutes or its free shit was still in effect, we would have been all good. Anyway, I had forgotten how good Dominoes pizza actually was. But nevermind that. This cheesy bread shit was a whole 'nother type of beast. I don't know what kind of seasonings they put into that joint, but dammmmm. Dominoe's is onto something with that right there. So I'm eating the cheesy bread thinking to myself how I'ma be rocking with this for a while. That's how I do when I come across something new that I like...

Case in Point:
So the next day my homeboy that I was recording with the night before stops by to pick up a copy of the song we did. I hadn't finished mixing it yet by the time he left the night before. Only now it seems he brought a friend along with him. He introduces me to the nice young lady. I smile and say make yourself at home (not knowing what was about to happen). Me & homey go into my studio and I play him the mix of our song. Homegirl comes back to where we at and asks if she could have something to drink. I said, "Sure, no problem; in fact, feel free to go in the fridge and pour yourself a glass of juice. The cups are near the sink.


Long story short,
Five minutes goes by and my homeboy and I have been listening back to our a record a couple of times. I start to smell the aroma of something cooking. And it smells mad good. I thought maybe my tenants were cooking or something. So I started thinking...damn I'm bout to "go in" on my cheesy bread I saved from last nite.

And here comes shorty walking back down the hallway as I'm making my way to the kitchen. She's wiping her mouth with a napkin, talkin' bout, "I hope you don't mind, but I ate the last piece of cheesy bread you had." What the F*ck!?!