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Chrishayden
"Cyniquian" Level Poster
Username: Chrishayden
Post Number: 5057
Registered: 03-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 10:50 am: | 
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...that it was night and I was walking through the hood. I had just accomplished something fresh and exciting. I was wearing a suit and tie, a burberry raincoat, and black leather slip ons with cuban heels.
I had something slung over my back.
An attache case
A laptop
A book bag
I was walking through the ghetto.
Going to let the folk down here look at a successful black man who is handling his BIZ A NISS!
Laugther rang from skinny doorways.
Laughter I so richly deserved.
This guy runs out of an alley.
I feel in my pocket for something. Feel something soft and non lethal.
That's no problem.
I made it into a pistol.
The man, smirking grabs his privates.
And I shot him.
Then I woke up.
I guess I better stay away from those Bad Ole Negroes a while, eh? |
Mzuri
"Cyniquian" Level Poster
Username: Mzuri
Post Number: 5512
Registered: 01-2006
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Votes: 1 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 11:27 am: |
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When is your Black ass gonna get a car? Can't you even get one in your dreams? Damn.
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Chrishayden
"Cyniquian" Level Poster
Username: Chrishayden
Post Number: 5063
Registered: 03-2004
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, August 13, 2007 - 11:35 am: |
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When is your Black ass gonna get a car? Can't you even get one in your dreams? Damn.
(Hahahahaha! That was a good one.
That was so good I'm gonna let her have that one, everybody!) |
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