My Dad knows when a bitch will cut a bitch...

Was talking on the phone with good old Dad/Grandpa the other day, telling him all the news that's fit to write on the blog when I let him in a tiny little piece of gossip he was NOT to repeat to anyone, less it get back to the dude's baby's mama.

"Dad," I said. "You can't tell anyone, not even Mom."

"I can't even tell your mother?! That's the only person I have to tell!"

"Yeah, well, she knows all these people so you have to keep it hush. You see (my cousin, name redacted to keep her from getting "cut") has been talking to (some dude, I really don't know his name). Apparently he is (my other cousins) Baby Daddy, and he like lives with her, but they fight all the time, and she cheats on him, but he can't cheat on her and he likes (my cousin, who's name is redacted) but he can't like her in public because of (crazy lady/baby mama)."

"I know who you're talking about. And you tell your cousin to stay away from that guy, his woman is crazy. She would cut a bitch."

"Dad," I rolled my eyes. "You listen to TOOO much bad rap music."

"I'm serious, yo" (okay he didn't say yo, but he might as well have). "She crazy."