if we're in the backseat of my car and you tell me "baby, I need to go down south"...the jermaine dupri song will soon be playing in my head "gotta getcha." forget the fucking visa swipe. i will pull out my pimp mastercard, to discover, so i can express my american girl entitled right to check if your credit is good or bad with your penis. you won't get close to my south pole arena before i get to yours.
if you're credit is bad: after the check-out i gots ta getcha out.
if you're credit is good: you can stay up in my south-pole hood