I was very cold and trembling the other day so I ducked into this restaurant and ordered a hot chocolate.
The lady handed it to me, ?Be careful, Sir. It?s extremely hot.?
That kind?a pissed me off.
?What?chu say?? I asked.
?Be careful. It?s very, very hot.?
I handed it back to her, ?Put it in the microwave.?
She reluctantly did and hit the 1-minute button.
?Put it for 10,? I said.
She did. Ten minutes later, she handed me my boiling hot chocolate and said, ?Please, be very, very careful.?
I immediately tossed it on my face. Don?t nobody tell me how to drink my hot chocolate.
I ain?t no punk bitch.
Later that day, I went to watch my daughter graduate when this dude held the door open for me, ?After you, Sir.?
That kind?a bothered me.
?What?chu say?? I asked.
?After you.?
?Nah, homie, after you. Matter of fact, after all of you!? I growled to everybody in line.
I then let everybody in ahead of me and when I got to the door, the doorman put his hand on my chest and said, ?Sorry, Sir, we?re at capacity.?
Later, as I stood outside the football field, behind the bleachers, I heard my daughter?s name called, I repeatedly jumped up and down and waved.
She said she saw my hand waving at her above the bleachers and smiled at it. She knew it was my hand because I have a habit of flipping people off and I was flipping off a couple of rude people in wheelchairs as I was soaking in my daughter?s academic achievements.
I also took pictures as I was jumping. I got part of the field goal post and the back of this dude?s head. I framed the pics and hung them up in my hallway. They will always remind me of my daughter walking the stage.
I always get teary-eyed when I pull them off the wall and stare at them, while surrounded by guests, showing them off.
?My daughter was behind that dude?s head,? I always tell them.
?Wow,? they always reply.
Don?t nobody tell me when to walk through no door at a graduation.
I ain?t no punk bitch.
Corona
Please read my That's Barrio thread. It's a pleasure meeting all of you.
The lady handed it to me, ?Be careful, Sir. It?s extremely hot.?
That kind?a pissed me off.
?What?chu say?? I asked.
?Be careful. It?s very, very hot.?
I handed it back to her, ?Put it in the microwave.?
She reluctantly did and hit the 1-minute button.
?Put it for 10,? I said.
She did. Ten minutes later, she handed me my boiling hot chocolate and said, ?Please, be very, very careful.?
I immediately tossed it on my face. Don?t nobody tell me how to drink my hot chocolate.
I ain?t no punk bitch.
Later that day, I went to watch my daughter graduate when this dude held the door open for me, ?After you, Sir.?
That kind?a bothered me.
?What?chu say?? I asked.
?After you.?
?Nah, homie, after you. Matter of fact, after all of you!? I growled to everybody in line.
I then let everybody in ahead of me and when I got to the door, the doorman put his hand on my chest and said, ?Sorry, Sir, we?re at capacity.?
Later, as I stood outside the football field, behind the bleachers, I heard my daughter?s name called, I repeatedly jumped up and down and waved.
She said she saw my hand waving at her above the bleachers and smiled at it. She knew it was my hand because I have a habit of flipping people off and I was flipping off a couple of rude people in wheelchairs as I was soaking in my daughter?s academic achievements.
I also took pictures as I was jumping. I got part of the field goal post and the back of this dude?s head. I framed the pics and hung them up in my hallway. They will always remind me of my daughter walking the stage.
I always get teary-eyed when I pull them off the wall and stare at them, while surrounded by guests, showing them off.
?My daughter was behind that dude?s head,? I always tell them.
?Wow,? they always reply.
Don?t nobody tell me when to walk through no door at a graduation.
I ain?t no punk bitch.
Corona
Please read my That's Barrio thread. It's a pleasure meeting all of you.
