So... I just watched an older Jamaican cat chat up a woman shopping in aisle 9 @ the grocery store, his approach being an inquiry about the hand scanner she was using. Im saying, he laid his mack down on the Gregory Isaacs, Billy Ocean, old school Frankie Paul tip and she was eating up his accent like curry goat on rice... until up bounces his Americanized clueless c*ck blocking a** son, talkin bout, Dad! *tugging on his dads arm* You said Tostitos, but these are Doritos. Does it matter??? Bummmboclaart! And he kept on interrupting the flow, no matter how discreetly the daddy tried to swat him away. The woman and the dad lingered as long as they could, pretending to still be fascinated with hand scanners... but lil man was having none of it. I wanted to call him over on the low and be like, Cha! Luk yeh, my yout... TEK wey yuself! Unnah see yuh daddy ah di umman dey suga, ee??? GWEY wit yuh bloodclaat Doritos... an yuh bet not tell yuh mudda NO-TING, ya ear mi? *suck teeth, side eye* Haha Thats it. Theres no moral to this story. lol Well, ok... heres a moral for single/dating parents: teach your kids to respect your perimeters when youre laying your mack down. Come up with a code word if you have to. If they walk up to you mingling with a stranger and you say Rosebud, that means f*ck outta here, kid. lol This tunes for you, smooth yardee dad.
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 22:51:31 +0000
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