Overheard on the bus this morning while a sir was discussing infidelity with the bus driver:
The only way I would cheat on a woman is if it was Keisha Cole, and that’s because that woman can’t write good songs unless she is suffering. I could be faithful to her, calling her everyday, and hooking her up with breakfast in bed and all that and she can’t write because she’s happy.
I say “I’ve been cheating on you with your sister, and sleeping with *unintelligible name* besides – now I need you to go into that back room and write a hit record.” I say that, and she’s crying, but she’s an artist again.
Beyonce don’t need it though. I’d be faithful to Beyonce.