"A good drink to have before bed when you're feeling sick. Made of lemon tea, honey, and 2 ounces of Bourbon."
and
"Hot Tottie_ NOUN ; A female who`s always actin thirsty and calls herself a "dime" but in reality is busted? gettin flipped? rockin a i205 or some ekco? smellin musty? u-g-l-y? all of the above? thought so."
I asked my grandma and she also said it was a drink for when you're sick. I'm going to get some sleep, maybe it'll come to me, or somebody will figure it out on their own.
I have concluded that a "Hot Tottie" is indeed a hot tea drink with bourbon, lemon, and honey to drink when you feel like shit. I have downed said "Hot Tottie" and the results have been felt almost immediately.
Thank you to everyone that stuck by me in my search for the meaning of Hot Tottie. I know it's been exhausting, but I'm coming home.
im cracking up so much reading over these posts
this is my favorite blog ever
Im glad you've solved this mystery. Its been a long journey, but you had some people with you to support you along the way.
Now you can rest easy now with your hot tottie.
Praise the Lord!
Love you Crumbhead < 3333
Something in my life hasn't felt right lately, and I'm starting to think that this has something do to with it. Was I tricked the night that I thought I cracked the case? Right when I think that I have it all figured out, Hot Tottie comes back and just smacks me across the face with its cock.
like a tatter tot lol
Sent by vatcheabs,Nov 11, 2010
When I first saw that response, I thought it was the ramblings of an idiot. Was he right? Am I being tormented by a hash-brown-like mostly carb-filled treat?
My mind is racing. The song just popped up on Pandora, and I feel like I'm being taunted by the one thing that I will never truly understand. I'm contemplating taking psychedelic drugs to take me to a place, a place where hot tottie might truly make sense, a place where the struggle is no longer real.
HOTTIE
TITHE
TOOTH
HOTE
THIO
TETH
TOHO
HOOT
TOTTIE
THE
ETH
HET
HIE
HIT
HOE
HOI
HOO
HOT
OHO
OOH
THO
HE
OH
HO
HI
EH
OTTO
TITE
TOIT
TOOT
TOTE
TOT
TET
TOO
TOE
TIT
TIE
OOT
ET
IO
IT
TI
OE
OI
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TO
A thought just crossed my mind. Hear me out, me. Hear me out.
What was once thought of as a mediocre r&b/hip hop/pop clusterfuck song, may have been something deeper. Were Jay Z and U-S-H-E-R.R-A-Y-M-O-N-D (tell me what you wanna do with me) making music, or was this 5 minutes of speaking in tongue in the FORM OF MUSIC? In that case, I wish I could just get some confirmation from the two of them, as only God would be able to translate this.
I'm going to get a refresher from Starbucks to purge myself of these thoughts for the day. I'll be back.
I'm drunk and instead of messaging yo ass like a normal person, I'm just gonna reminisce about my ghetto princess (everyday, but more specifically, today) here.
I MISS YOU.
I MISS US.
I MISS SCREENSHOTTING PICTURES OF YOU SMILING IN THE DARK.
I MISS ROLLING OUR EYES AT (WHITE) PEOPLE.
I MISS SINGING TO YOU IN A DEMENTED BOSNIAN ACCENT.
I MISS PATTING YOUR WEAVE FOR YOU (LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENED, BUT I'M IMAGINING IT AND IT'S GIVING ME ALL KINDS OF FEELINGS IN DIFFERENT PLACES).
I MISS OUR NEWB AVATARS.
I MISS WHEN WE WERE BLACK GOSSIP GIRLS.
I MISS MAKING JOHN CRY.
Remember the day I borrowed your brand
new car and dented it?
I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach,
and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all
the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you'd leave, but you didn't.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie
all over your car rug?
I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance
was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from making it rain chicken.
I'm thinking about doing fan letters @ The Read and working this in somehow. IMY ILY could totally just FB message you, but I'm drunk and will regret it. iLY. iMY like some Weezy and Birdman daddy drama.
Won't you come over and make love to me
'Cause I haven't seen you in a while
Really miss your smile, oh
Won't you come over and make love to me
Baby I want you (and your hot tottie)