Married, probably stays at home and gets antsy for cakk, real perky and chipper and I've yapped with a couple times before. So the other day I was walking up the street and it was pretty nice out, cool and sunny, with the feeling of spring in the air. I saw her stopped with her dog talking to some dude. As usual, she had the tight black workout spandex on to show off her hittable AYSE.
As I got closer to her the "what the fukk" alarm went off in my head. She was talking to some scraggly-looking nog with a scruffy beard, mangly roughed-up lettuce, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they came from a shelter home. I swear, dudes, it looked like somebody had deep-fried Charles Oakley in a Detroit ghetto.
I was thinking it was some panhandler who caught her off-guard at first, but she stood there smiling and nodding her head and CHATTING with this filthy fukk!
I walked past and nodded my head and she gave a quick wave. What the fukk? I hit the c-store, pick up some Slim Fast and head back, and guess what? She is STILL talking to this dude. He had this shit-eating grin on his face while talking to her like "you's a gonna gets raped" and her grill was lit up like a Christmas tree as she nodded and talked.
What in great Caesar's FUKK? :?
So, this morning, I am on my way up to the C-store on a beauteeful C-Ville Friday morning, sporting my epic shades, freshly shaved grill, my Peter Glenn casual tan slacks and Ping golf shirt. There she comes with her fukken dog, doing a "power walk."
As I approach her she goes "Hey!" I nodded and said, "Morning! Hey, who was that homeless guy you were talking to out here the other day?"
"What???" "You know, that homeless dude. You don't see many of those around here."
She looked offended and upset and said "You mean LARON!? He's not HOMELESS" Her brow furrowed some and even her dog looked pissed.
I adjusted my expensive leather belt buckle and said "Looked like something Hurrican Katrina puked into the Superdome" and smiled obnoxiously.
She never said how she'd met him or who exactly he was, but she say "You're an ASS" and started to storm off. I cracked, "I'll be hitting golf balls at Meadowcreek course later this afternoon if you need me! No nogs out there! Just clean-cut All-American gentlemen like myself!" You don't want to be called out by normal American citizens, then you shouldn't have even spoken to that fukker in the first place. Associate with your own kind, bitch. What the FUKK is wrong with these brainwashed women today? You're a blonde female walking down the street in the AM and you see some gold-toothed neegroid BUM coming your way, your first reaction should be to avoid that animal at ANY cost. Seriously, who brain-fukked the white women in this nation? Unfukkenbelievable.
-G.A.P., PRAYING for my dying country
