I can't blog at work...here's the accumulation of minutiae.
A man only complains about a woman’s wardrobe when she won’t give him any.
I hate flip-flops. Any shoe that makes that sound when she walks is a flip-flop. Mules with a 4+-inch heel are, of course, excepted. Any male that wears flip-flops, who isn’t still wet from swimming, lacks a fully functional set of cojones.
BamBam doesn’t talk trash. He talks CA$H shit. I think you have to be from Detroit to fully understand that phrase. His older brother & sister are already easing upon him to keep it competitive. He does possess a bit of skill in some videogames, though. So, if they take it too easy, he’ll come out on top. If he does, he crows. All I know is: if he was my little brother, I’d take the whipping and punch him any way.
I just made the worst cup of coffee in history. Italian Roast with French vanilla creamer.
X^(
Sleepy! It’s keeping me awake, though.
I’ve never been colorstruck. Fine is fine regardless of her skin tone. Sometimes, though, you have to drop in an ethnic reference to aid in the descriptive process. The Asian girl that just left is fine as hell! Li’l hot ass! My stoic mien allows thoughts like these to scamper across my synaptic plain without a hint of their ludicrous nature betrayed outwardly.
You never smile!
I always thought you were so mean!
You were looking?!? I couldn’t tell.
So, I get to sit & look without it being a leer. I can observe without causing tension. Of course, just my presence causes tension in some. I hat working around women who stare at the floor or look at the wall rather than speak. I don’t want every woman I see. Appreciation does not always equal desire. After all: I like flounder, but I don’t always want to eat it.
Playing with her hair…checking out my “package”…then, she invites me to church?!? What the…?
Flounder…
Update: The Asian chick has a stank attitude. I never said a word to her or approached her. I just observed her interact with someone doing some work that she requested. What is it with some people?
I HATE being cold…and I’m working around a bunch of Brits.
So, like, what are your names? Neil & Bob? Or is that what you do? – Andrew “Dice” Clay
Don’t you hate people that only speak when they need something?
SLEEPY!
They just changed the rules. Business casual…jeans are acceptable now. Brotha just jandered by in some FUBU & Timbs. Neater than some of the old Levi’s & running shoes that I’ve seen around here, but I know somebody’s going to pester him about his gear, though.
My brother’s on his third cell phone this year. When a phone drops off your belt & you’re 6’8”, well…gravity works.
White girls are always apologetic and embarrassed when they have a big butt. That’s too funny! There’s nothing at all wrong with a big (shapely) ass. If your ass looks like a grocery sack full of gravel [square & flat], that’s one thing. But, bubbles? Don’t hide bubbles. Those are genetic gifts of rotund magnificence.
Church! I still can’t get over that!
For whatever reason, my mind is giving randomly graphic scenes. I know why. I know how to fix it. But, that behavior is unacceptable, apparently.
Listen to Prince’s “Temptation” on the “Around the World in a Day” CD/album/tape.
Oh, silly man! That’s not how it works! You have to want her for the right reasons!
I do!
You don’t! Now, die!
Noooo! Nooooooooooo!
*psy*
FUBU, Timbs, and a celly? Yeah, they’re gonna get him. He doesn’t even see it coming either.
Ever see the episode of Dexter’s Laboratory with the bully? “Hey! Yew tawk phunnee!” That’s me, here! I’m a minority, not because I’m black, but because I’m an American! Strange happening for Jawja, don’t you think?
*Headknodz*
I’ve never been colorstruck. Fine is fine regardless of her skin tone. Sometimes, though, you have to drop in an ethnic reference to aid in the descriptive process. The Asian girl that just left is fine as hell! Li’l hot ass! My stoic mien allows thoughts like these to scamper across my synaptic plain without a hint of their ludicrous nature betrayed outwardly.
You never smile!
I always thought you were so mean!
You were looking?!? I couldn’t tell.
So, I get to sit & look without it being a leer. I can observe without causing tension. Of course, just my presence causes tension in some. I hat working around women who stare at the floor or look at the wall rather than speak. I don’t want every woman I see. Appreciation does not always equal desire. After all: I like flounder, but I don’t always want to eat it.
Playing with her hair…checking out my “package”…then, she invites me to church?!? What the…?
Flounder…
Update: The Asian chick has a stank attitude. I never said a word to her or approached her. I just observed her interact with someone doing some work that she requested. What is it with some people?
I HATE being cold…and I’m working around a bunch of Brits.
So, like, what are your names? Neil & Bob? Or is that what you do? – Andrew “Dice” Clay
Don’t you hate people that only speak when they need something?
SLEEPY!
They just changed the rules. Business casual…jeans are acceptable now. Brotha just jandered by in some FUBU & Timbs. Neater than some of the old Levi’s & running shoes that I’ve seen around here, but I know somebody’s going to pester him about his gear, though.
My brother’s on his third cell phone this year. When a phone drops off your belt & you’re 6’8”, well…gravity works.
White girls are always apologetic and embarrassed when they have a big butt. That’s too funny! There’s nothing at all wrong with a big (shapely) ass. If your ass looks like a grocery sack full of gravel [square & flat], that’s one thing. But, bubbles? Don’t hide bubbles. Those are genetic gifts of rotund magnificence.
Church! I still can’t get over that!
For whatever reason, my mind is giving randomly graphic scenes. I know why. I know how to fix it. But, that behavior is unacceptable, apparently.
Listen to Prince’s “Temptation” on the “Around the World in a Day” CD/album/tape.
Oh, silly man! That’s not how it works! You have to want her for the right reasons!
I do!
You don’t! Now, die!
Noooo! Nooooooooooo!
*psy*
FUBU, Timbs, and a celly? Yeah, they’re gonna get him. He doesn’t even see it coming either.
Ever see the episode of Dexter’s Laboratory with the bully? “Hey! Yew tawk phunnee!” That’s me, here! I’m a minority, not because I’m black, but because I’m an American! Strange happening for Jawja, don’t you think?
*Headknodz*
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