So thanks to Plinky...

I have breaking news to share. 

I went out last night and it was this heavy set but nice looking young lady walking around the sports bar turn club at midnight. She looked very nice considering the side of town we were on and the normal monstrosities we see walking around. She had a some clean and flashy kicks, a pair of nice dark denim pants, a nice top that fully covered her large breasts, a designer scarf and a nice little weave piece. I would give her an A until she walked past me. 

q. How can one merely walk and still make a scene?
a. Have a dose of the Georgia mumps and not have any tact.

This "nice looking, well dressed, heavy set, young lady" has now turned into a "fat, nasty, stank hoe" as she sashayed her way to the stage with her bright red thong sticking out her pants. Now either her butt was too big (which is not the best choice because a man would say no butt is too big), her pants were too little which is why they were sitting so nicely in the front and falling so nasty in the back, or she was just born a fat, nasty, stank hoe. Either way she successfully made me throw up in my mouth as she sat down and the thong was there but her pants were not. 

What made it even worse was when the clock stroke 12 and she hopped her big azz on the dance floor and started dancing. Come on Georgia, is this what you produce? Yuck!

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