Jama the Somali fairy and I have resolved our differences. On Sunday I went to tell him something and he told me I was beautiful and that I should kiss him. I told him he was an idiot and that I was his master. He repeated his demands. I told him I would be right back. I collected all the feminine perfume samples I could find. I then told Jama to place his hands palms down on the table in front of him. I instructed Cecil to hold him (it should be noted that Cecil is built like a Viking quarterback, and is also a former gangsta, covered with related tattoos. He has since found God and wears the corresponding t-shirts, all the while retaining the visible tattoos and doo-rags.) I then passed out the perfume samples to all of Team Ricardo and they were instructed to rub Jama down with them. They looked at me quizzically, to which I reminded them that that was a direct order and yes they were getting paid for this. Jama was so confused that he didn't put up much of a fight, (and 300 pound Cecil was restraining him, while spitting, “Girl, what da hellz wrong wit choo? Girl you crazy!!) When I had been appeased, I cackled and said "Take that home to your wife!" buwahaha