I watched her walk with her friends down the street until they disappeared around the corner. I still couldn’t fathom what had just happened.
“We are getting laid SOON!” said Kanush.
“Yes indeed my friend! Yes indeed!” I added.
My conversation with my penis was interrupted by the exit of my crew from the club. Papa was hand in hand with her female friend, K.J was staggering and hollering at anything with a dress and Jackie Chan had this devilish grin on his face.
“Time to go home *****es,” said Jackie.
“Wait a minute!” interrupted K.J. “We have to all gather around and do the Chaka Dance like we normally do after the club.”
(The Chaka Dance, according to K.J, is the name of that dance Sean Paul does in his ‘we be burning video’)
..so there we were, outside the club, in a circle, doing the Chaka Dance and yelling like mad men as Papa’s Lady friend and curious on-lookers wonder w.t.f was going on! Chaka Chaka Dance! Chaka! Chaka! Our small spectacle was interrupted by the men in blue. They urged us to be on our way coz we were ‘causing a scene’.
We walked back to the car garage and as soon as we got close to the car, Jackie run to his baby, the 300, and hugged it from the back and started simulating a humping. Yaani jamaa alikuwa anadinya gari!
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m making love to her! My Baby, my car!” answered Jackie!
At this point I knew our D.D, designated driver, had had a little to drink! BUT he was the least drunk and Asian so the cops would be less likely to pull him over while driving a big flashy car. (Everyone knows what D.W.B means? It means Driving While Black. If you a black man in flashy car at 3am, you’ll DEFINITLY be pulled over. So it was better if Jackie drove.)
…I sat in the front seat, K.J passed out in the back left, Papa was making out with her lady friend on the back right. Jackie Chan was accelerating through traffic like Marcus Gronholm on the World Rally Championship while listening to some Japanese Hip-Hop!
“You hear that poko? The message in the music?” asked Jackie!
“Oh yah! I feel the music,” I lied.
I mean how did he expect me to understand Japanese? Common men! Nimetoka Uthiru sio Tokyo.
“Sing with me Poko! Sing it,” added Jackie.
So guess what I did? Yap! I sang in Japanese…didn’t know what I was singing.
To Be Continued! Konichiwa B.I.T.C.H.E.S.
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I watched her walk with her friends down the street until they disappeared around the corner. I still couldn’t fathom what had just happened.
“We are getting laid SOON!” said Kanush.
“Yes indeed my friend! Yes indeed!” I added.
My conversation with my penis was interrupted by the exit of my crew from the club. Papa was hand in hand with her female friend, K.J was staggering and hollering at anything with a dress and Jackie Chan had this devilish grin on his face.
“Time to go home *****es,” said Jackie.
“Wait a minute!” interrupted K.J. “We have to all gather around and do the Chaka Dance like we normally do after the club.”
(The Chaka Dance, according to K.J, is the name of that dance Sean Paul does in his ‘we be burning video’)
..so there we were, outside the club, in a circle, doing the Chaka Dance and yelling like mad men as Papa’s Lady friend and curious on-lookers wonder w.t.f was going on! Chaka Chaka Dance! Chaka! Chaka! Our small spectacle was interrupted by the men in blue. They urged us to be on our way coz we were ‘causing a scene’.
We walked back to the car garage and as soon as we got close to the car, Jackie run to his baby, the 300, and hugged it from the back and started simulating a humping. Yaani jamaa alikuwa anadinya gari!
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m making love to her! My Baby, my car!” answered Jackie!
At this point I knew our D.D, designated driver, had had a little to drink! BUT he was the least drunk and Asian so the cops would be less likely to pull him over while driving a big flashy car. (Everyone knows what D.W.B means? It means Driving While Black. If you a black man in flashy car at 3am, you’ll DEFINITLY be pulled over. So it was better if Jackie drove.)
…I sat in the front seat, K.J passed out in the back left, Papa was making out with her lady friend on the back right. Jackie Chan was accelerating through traffic like Marcus Gronholm on the World Rally Championship while listening to some Japanese Hip-Hop!
“You hear that poko? The message in the music?” asked Jackie!
“Oh yah! I feel the music,” I lied.
I mean how did he expect me to understand Japanese? Common men! Nimetoka Uthiru sio Tokyo.
“Sing with me Poko! Sing it,” added Jackie.
So guess what I did? Yap! I sang in Japanese…didn’t know what I was singing.
To Be Continued! Konichiwa B.I.T.C.H.E.S.
nigga aint a playa. nigga just fantasizing. nigga just a consistent loser
There is a drop of greatness in every karl marx. Again, there is a bigger drop of greatness in mashada's karl marx
i have jsut sliced it off and attaching it to my email. hit your inbox and ,take care when downloading- it may take your entire HD space.
n please dont do anything gay-ish with it . tafadhari
There is a drop of greatness in every karl marx. Again, there is a bigger drop of greatness in mashada's karl marx
i have jsut sliced it off and attaching it to my email. hit your inbox and ,take care when downloading- it may take your entire HD space.
n please dont do anything gay-ish with it . tafadhari
don't worry. i'll hand you back the remains.
Reasoning like a product of Indian University: courtesy of opiche
Part 4: the Chaka Dance! -
08-08-2007, 12:54 AM
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