One morning, Sha'Keisha woke up, yawned, and sniffed her crusty coochie.

"Mmm~ fishy, just the way I like it!" Sha'Keisha voiced as she licked her finger.

Sha'Keisha walked into the kitchen and noticed the cookie jar sitting on top of the refrigerator, but because she's so fucking short (fuck a growth spurt), she had to call her mom for help.

"MAMA! BRING YO BIG BACK ASS OUT HERE!"

"The fuck wrong with you, little nigglet?" Sha'Keisha's mom asked as she sniffed some cocaine and took a sip of champagne.

"I need help, the cookie jar is at the top of the fridge!"

Sha'Keisha's mother eyed her up and down with a slightly amused expression.

"Baby, are you sure you need some cookies? You already big as hell."

Sha'Keisha frowned as her mom began cackling.

"Girl shut the fuck up, that's why daddy left yo stupid-ass!" Sha'Keisha shouted.

"Bitch—!"

Sha'Keisha ran as her mother grabbed her belt and chased her across the room.

"A-ha you old-ass bitch! You can't catch me and them knees still knocking!!"

"Ooh just wait till I get you, little girl. I'ma whoop you so hard that shit comes out of yo mouth!"

They kept arguing until Sha'Keisha's brother walked in.

"Mama, Sha'Keshia..."

"What's wrong, Byron?"

"Grandma Tammy's dead..."

Sha'Keisha's mother began crying as her son comforted her.

"Man fuck that bitch! I hated her saggy-titty ass anyway." Sha'Keisha said before spitting on her mom's wig.