My babies mama is a big Volo fan (Beeg), knows that her ex- is not, and knows how to “push his buttons”. So at 11:22 p.m. at night she sent this naked, heat-seeking missive:

Of course I rose to the bait. Of course:

Yeah well, maybe he’ll stay at the Fontainebleau when he flees in a month and you can have coffee with him.