Tuesday, March 27, 2012

A FEW THINGS...

Sit down, shut up and read...................................................


You know how you're driving and you see those bumper stickers talking about they're a "proud parent" because their child made the honor roll. You know the ones I'm talking about right? What? You haven't? Must be a lifetime MTA pass holder without any intention of getting in a car. Everyone point at them real quick. Ok, back to focusing on me. Wait, why are we talking about the MTA? Shit!! Damn ADHDnessness!! Bumper stickers? Well I don't like them mainly because I'm not a fan of bumper stickers. Makes the car looks tacky to me. Put their damn report card on the fridge. How do I know you didn't steal that bumper sticker? Your neighbors see your car like, "She have a kid we don't know about, because I know she's not talking about Jimmy's little ass. He thought his name was Megatron for 2 years, but stopped thinking it was because he couldn't spell it." They also have those "My child beat up your honor student" stickers. Now, I ask you this, what happens to the parents who have kids that are dumb and can't fight? Parents out vandalize cars telling with those bumper stickers I mentioned earlier. I'm not typing it out again so go scroll up and look. I wonder if "I'm not typing it out again so go scroll up and look" has the same amount of characters as the bumper stickers I mentioned?? I'm still not telling!! It's not a game around here!! I made the honor roll and I can fight!! WOOF!! WOOF!!

Speaking of game, oh yes, SEGUENESSNESS!!!! Yes, you know you missed it!! It's been a long time. Wait, shit, I remember now. Games. I know it wasn't a complete sentence, so shut up. Game shows can do you dirty if you think about it. You win trips and shit but it's like always for two. If you're single and fucking with a few chicks, the heat is on. You're getting calls from chicks that haven't been on the roster for like a year talking some, "Hey, how you been doing?" You're like I'm cool and you're thinking someone told her I was on a TV show because her ass was too damn dumb to be watching Wheel of Fortune. Yes, to those wondering that's the game I would want to be on. I'm nice with the word puzzlenesses. I digress. You also start to worry that if you go dolo will you find a bitch that you can fuck. Every single dude that would go on a vacay thinks that. I'm not breaking any man laws here because come on y'all, they know shit!! Thing is that no one wants to bring sand to the beach but if you go to some nice exotic place and get no ass you're away for 5 days without getting any strange!! You're thinking you should of just taken the second to newest chick. Oh well, hope you bought a souvenir or some shit.

**RANDOMNESS|SSENSSENMODNAR**: Snitching. The word snitch just sounds soooo fucking bad. Like, "That motherfucker Jimmy got pinched and they made him snitch!" Soon as they hear it, Jimmy's ass has got to go!!! If it wasn't a verb off the break I don't think people would care really. See, the word "informant" is smoother. The word "inform" is a verb but the word "informant" is a noun. Not used as a verb from the get go. Not like how your parents would take a noun and turn it into a verb by saying some nonsense like, "I'll cookie your ass!!," when you ask for a cookie and shit. You're informing but no one reaaaaally sweats it, mainly because it just sounds so, Websterish. "That motherfucker Jimmy got pinched and they turned him in an informant." Niggas don't even want to get at yo that hard anymore. "Oh damn, an informant?! Never thought I'd see the day. Thought he was tough! Informant or not he was always hard and will always be hard in my eyes. Oh, no homo." **THUNDER ROLL**..€€€¥¥¥££££..**

LIGHTNING CRASHES** It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's Wayman Archibald IV!! "Heeeeey there boy!!" AAAAAHHHHH!!

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