Opinionated Diva…..
You want me to make another post, huh? (you should read my post from September 19, 2005 the third paragraph like thing in particular)
I guess I got some blog worthy ish to write about. I also guess you guys can blame Shug from http://shugaorspice.blogspot.com/ for me not posting so much. (Since I cant post from work I end up just writing what happened to me over the weekend and sending it to Shug and then forget about it) Matter of fact this blizzog entry is gonna be based upon an e-mail that I sent my home girl…..I’ll call her “Tall Girl”. I call her that cause she is tall and she is a girl. Sometimes she calls me “short boy”. I’m not really short, she is just tall as shit. I think a better descriptive nickname for me would be “Strokezilla”. For real.
My stroke is sooooo serious. My stroke induces this little thing that I will call “Insta-Moan”. You all know what an insta-moan is…..well if you don’t then I feel terribly sorry for you and it also sucks cause that means you haven’t had sex with the BULLY. “Insta-Moan” is when upon first full stroke I hear the lady let out an OOOOOohhhhhhh.
Yeah……Strokezilla.
Oh, back to the story/e-mail thing. This is about one of the chicks from the last post. The chick that came over after I told the first one not to come over. ….Yeah, I didn’t feel like kicking it by myself and didn’t have anyone else to kick it with that night.
Ha…..this happened on a Saturday night..I had called her on Thursday to see if she wanted to kick it on Friday eve. She said she would need to get back with me, so I told her to hit me up on her break the next day to let me know. (Her break has been around 10am) She calls me up around 3:30pm on Friday like “What time do I need to show up?”
So I’m like “What are you talking about?”
“You said you wanted to hang out tonight.”
“Ooohh, you were supposed to call me on your break…..I have made other plans.”
“What…..”
“Yeah, (you) should’ve called sooner”
SCENE
Anyway, we end up linking up on Sat. night and she ends up actin an ass, so eventually I follow suit.
Here is what I sent Tall Girl in the E-mail. It was my work e-mail account, that’s why there isn’t really any cursing.
Yeeeaaah, my weekend was a trip, too. I got kinda silly in the club on Friday night……I’ll tell you about that later. Saturday night I invited some chick out to the country/kinda hood club in Cairo. It was my second time kickin’ it with ol’ girl and probably the last. She already knew what type of spot it was to begin with, but when we got there she was all like “…Oh my God….I didn’t know it was like this….blah blah blah”. I’m like “Whatever, Negro, you are from Polk County”. We go in, and she ends up just wanting to sit down. I stand around for a minute and then walk off.
I get her on the floor for a hot minute, she halfway dances, but keeps her distance. After a couple of songs she complains about her feet hurting and goes and sits back down. (This chick has spent maybe 30 mins. total on her feet. How were her feet hurting her that fast?) There were a couple of times where I stopped to talk to people and she would just keep on walking…so, of course, I would just take my extra sweet time before getting back to her and then tell her how rude she was.
I drove her by the job, she told me that I didn’t do anything and then compared my position to her data entry position. I then rode on her for her data entry position. I got pulled at a DUI checkpoint, blew, got back in the truck laughing and smiling and then we made it to a truck stop for her to use the bathroom. I BS’ed with a trucker and the dude that worked there, got caught looking down some woman’s top (I mean really, I had my finger pulling open the top of her blouse….don’t ask how this got started in some random behind truckstop in the middle of south Ga. late late one night). We make it back to my place, I tell her that she is more than welcome to sleep over, instead of driving all the way back to Tally, she still says she wants to leave. I let her out of the truck and take my behind to Wa Ho. (I had driven off before she even got in her truck….I know, I know…I should not have done that, but I did)
I got to BSing with the folk at Wa Ho about cars, went and got mine, took some dude for a quick ride, then he gave me a ride in his scary…..I mean super scary fast behind car, I BS’ed a little more, then I took my behind home ate and went to sleep.
Oh, and I bought some homemade Jelly at the truckstop.
I hope this was good enough for the DEEV-AH
-StrokeZilla
I guess I got some blog worthy ish to write about. I also guess you guys can blame Shug from http://shugaorspice.blogspot.com/ for me not posting so much. (Since I cant post from work I end up just writing what happened to me over the weekend and sending it to Shug and then forget about it) Matter of fact this blizzog entry is gonna be based upon an e-mail that I sent my home girl…..I’ll call her “Tall Girl”. I call her that cause she is tall and she is a girl. Sometimes she calls me “short boy”. I’m not really short, she is just tall as shit. I think a better descriptive nickname for me would be “Strokezilla”. For real.
My stroke is sooooo serious. My stroke induces this little thing that I will call “Insta-Moan”. You all know what an insta-moan is…..well if you don’t then I feel terribly sorry for you and it also sucks cause that means you haven’t had sex with the BULLY. “Insta-Moan” is when upon first full stroke I hear the lady let out an OOOOOohhhhhhh.
Yeah……Strokezilla.
Oh, back to the story/e-mail thing. This is about one of the chicks from the last post. The chick that came over after I told the first one not to come over. ….Yeah, I didn’t feel like kicking it by myself and didn’t have anyone else to kick it with that night.
Ha…..this happened on a Saturday night..I had called her on Thursday to see if she wanted to kick it on Friday eve. She said she would need to get back with me, so I told her to hit me up on her break the next day to let me know. (Her break has been around 10am) She calls me up around 3:30pm on Friday like “What time do I need to show up?”
So I’m like “What are you talking about?”
“You said you wanted to hang out tonight.”
“Ooohh, you were supposed to call me on your break…..I have made other plans.”
“What…..”
“Yeah, (you) should’ve called sooner”
SCENE
Anyway, we end up linking up on Sat. night and she ends up actin an ass, so eventually I follow suit.
Here is what I sent Tall Girl in the E-mail. It was my work e-mail account, that’s why there isn’t really any cursing.
Yeeeaaah, my weekend was a trip, too. I got kinda silly in the club on Friday night……I’ll tell you about that later. Saturday night I invited some chick out to the country/kinda hood club in Cairo. It was my second time kickin’ it with ol’ girl and probably the last. She already knew what type of spot it was to begin with, but when we got there she was all like “…Oh my God….I didn’t know it was like this….blah blah blah”. I’m like “Whatever, Negro, you are from Polk County”. We go in, and she ends up just wanting to sit down. I stand around for a minute and then walk off.
I get her on the floor for a hot minute, she halfway dances, but keeps her distance. After a couple of songs she complains about her feet hurting and goes and sits back down. (This chick has spent maybe 30 mins. total on her feet. How were her feet hurting her that fast?) There were a couple of times where I stopped to talk to people and she would just keep on walking…so, of course, I would just take my extra sweet time before getting back to her and then tell her how rude she was.
I drove her by the job, she told me that I didn’t do anything and then compared my position to her data entry position. I then rode on her for her data entry position. I got pulled at a DUI checkpoint, blew, got back in the truck laughing and smiling and then we made it to a truck stop for her to use the bathroom. I BS’ed with a trucker and the dude that worked there, got caught looking down some woman’s top (I mean really, I had my finger pulling open the top of her blouse….don’t ask how this got started in some random behind truckstop in the middle of south Ga. late late one night). We make it back to my place, I tell her that she is more than welcome to sleep over, instead of driving all the way back to Tally, she still says she wants to leave. I let her out of the truck and take my behind to Wa Ho. (I had driven off before she even got in her truck….I know, I know…I should not have done that, but I did)
I got to BSing with the folk at Wa Ho about cars, went and got mine, took some dude for a quick ride, then he gave me a ride in his scary…..I mean super scary fast behind car, I BS’ed a little more, then I took my behind home ate and went to sleep.
Oh, and I bought some homemade Jelly at the truckstop.
I hope this was good enough for the DEEV-AH
-StrokeZilla
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