So, what colour panties was your wife wearing today?
I generally don’t care what people think or say.
In fact, I’m a pretty stubborn bastard, and though I listen to other people’s opinions (sometimes to a fault) I tend to beat my own path through the junglie of life.
But some people are just constant annoyances, always badgering about shit that’s none of their bidness. Like, get your own life, motherfucker.
Listen, I have a lot of friends. Female ones, too. I go out with them often. So yeah, you’ll see me out with girls.
The problem is this. Some niggers just don’t seem to have sex lives of their own, and like to live vicariously through others. Like, how you gonna ask me if I “fucked that item I was with” the other day?
How you gonna ask me “kana chainaka here” or if she broke my bones? How the fuck do you speculate on “how hard I hit it” or “kanenge kanochemerera“? How the fuck?
You don’t know WHO I’m with, or WHERE she came from, but automagically assume I’m such a playa I *gots* to be hittin’ that. Like, what the fuck?
Listen, people. Some of y’all need to get your own damn lives, and have the decency and respect to keep your conversations to soccer or Gideon Gono or Obama or whatever other mundane shit we have in common. You don’t know me!
I’ve cooked up a word for some of these niggers. Hater-osexuals. Cos they ain’t having any sex of their own, so they gots to hate on those who are.
But just in case the boundaries aren’t clear to anyone, let me simplify this shit.
If I don’t know your surname (and vice versa), you are not my friend.
Get back motherfucker, you don’t know me like that.
November 7th, 2008 at 15:36 pm
Well, I never!
November 7th, 2008 at 16:47 pm
Wait, is your surname not “Black”?
I see how it is. Whatever.
November 7th, 2008 at 17:16 pm
i guess you didnt hit it then did you
November 7th, 2008 at 17:29 pm
Anon, I was just thinking the same myself!
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This happen over your lunch hour or something?
November 7th, 2008 at 22:36 pm
Oh, news just out, Palin had to be told that Africa was a continent and not a country. AND, the cow could not name all the north american nations. And more! Sheesh!!! We dodged one hell of a bullet there.
November 8th, 2008 at 10:49 am
Anything to do with the Keg incident?
November 8th, 2008 at 22:37 pm
Ooh! Pray tell B.Diddy!
Pray tell!!! 
November 9th, 2008 at 17:22 pm
hahahe, man this post is sooo funny, great honesty man, I’m going to use that line, “….If I don’t know your surname (and vice versa), you are not my friend.Get back motherfucker, you don’t know me like that.” Brilliant Joe! I hate motherfuckers who’re hanger-onners who think their 2cents worth of comments useful. damn peasants!
November 10th, 2008 at 07:30 am
Well well Buffy, it actually had nothing whatsoever to do with THAT Keg incident
That was ust a … kerfuffle, nothing major.
This was someone who, just because we occasionally drink in the same building, thinks he can talk to me like we grew up together.
AND I DON”T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!!!
November 10th, 2008 at 07:32 am
Ravi - peasants! LOL, I see u bin burned in the same faya.
As for you, young Alias, you’re trying to be clever, lol.
Whether I hit it or not … anyway … *sigh*. No.
November 10th, 2008 at 17:29 pm
what was “that” Keg incident?
I had a moment this weekend where I immediately thought of “the corner”.
November 11th, 2008 at 09:01 am
The Keg incident shall remain in the past.
Ah the legendary corner. We were holding it on Friday evening.