Me and my boy ran into this thick lil’ baddie at Dollar Tree—said she just moved in and needed help putting together her new bed. We pulled up thinking it was a quick job… but once she saw two of us, she bit her lip and said, “Y’all both can come inside… if you can handle me.” Clothes off. Screaming. Double trouble. Then she reached under the bed and said, “Wait till y’all see what else I got for this…