
But why's he gotta be black yo?!
So I go out a lot to dinner. I mean I eat out like every night. I've always wondered how I can get my GF to start cooking for me. Well ladies and gentlemen here's an awesome invention that just might do the trick! They're Salt and Pepper maracas! Now all I gots to do is throw some salsa music on and my baby's cookin me up something spicy! Awww yeah! Salsa con CocoNutz!!!
So apparently the above picture is me. Certain people like to call me this because I speak proper English. I don't know. I thought that was a good thing but it seems believing in good grammar belongs to the "white folks". The term comes from being "brown on the outside and 'white' on the inside". Cute nickname? I have some mixed emotions about this. Since speaking proper belongs to my white brothers then speaking bad grammar belongs to my black brothers? Does that sound about right? Should I call this person a "chocolate covered coal" or "cho-coal-ate"? You know, come to think of it I thought chicken was delicious but apparently I have some type of "black" gene in my body that makes me genetically attracted to liking hot wings.
So yeah, can't say I never thought about doing this. Because I have. I do. Every day I think about how much Comcast sucks my left huevo! But I would kick these dooshers out if I worked there. "Come on dood! WTF?! It's costing us more to keep that piece-o-shat tube monitor running than our profits on our Super Venti Mocha Caca Lattes!"
Seriously Sony! WTF?! I needs me a Blue-Ray player but do I need the extra paperweight and $400 price tag? You got like two games worth owning and they aren't that great. Sony, you suck somethin fierce and everyone knows it. You're like the hoochy in the club with her belly overlapping her skirt. Everyone sees you.... YOU see you. But you don't care. You like the attention. It gets you off doesn't it? YOU WHORE!!!!! DAMN YOU SONY!!!!!
So I'm at a Boston Nightclub the other night with a good friend. She's a cutie, it's a model contest, we get backstage. I'm loving it. I get to meet all the model's and now they're all comfortable with me because I'm a friend of a friend. I'm trustworthy ya know! Plus I had just registered as a convicted sex offender. I'm an honest Joe! So I see this guy by the stage. He's looking around franticly. My home-girl walks up and asks him if he's "looking for anyone"?