hank, i promise never to leave u again...
my radio dial got stuck on a rap station today. I tell u this because there is no way I’m admitting to actually wanting to listen to that crap. It’s called bounce. And no, it’s not referring to the little sheets that go into the dryer for that spring fresh smell. It does refer though, to the little head bounce – you know it! – that occurs when the same drum beat pounds and words r chanted to it’s rhythm. The head bounce that results in the finger tapping that moves up the arm and infests the left shoulder (because I’m a driver), then the right, it then moves into the torso and causes the breasts to rise & fall, then to the right & left. And soon your peering out the window at the hottie in the car beside you thinking yah I’m hot, I know u want me, I’m the bomb – as some black man’s voice mumbling words you can’t understand except the occasional profanity that you must shout out to that hottie. but the sun is so blinding that u don’t realize he’s not a hottie until it’s too late & some toothless man in a wife beater is now grinning at you & giving you the eyes that remind you of that psycho stalker you once dated and ur stuck in traffic with no where to move that beast of a truck you drive so you swear a little bit more to the empty passenger seat and inch forward for the next road turn off. I went to walmart to purchase some sunglasses. I now understand the obsession of trying to find the perfect $7.99 pair. I looked & looked and had a pair picked out. Picked up one last pair to try on – yahh, these are the ones! – $14.67 – damn. I bought them anyways. Told the cashier I did not need a bag – cut the tag off. And outside I went. The sun was bright after being in a lightless super mall, but that was no issue, I had my sunglasses. Walking to the truck I took them off to admire them in the natural light – ohh god!! They have a snake skin pattern!!! What the hell is that!! I would have even preferred leopard to snake skin but this is what I got, purple snake skin. I don’t listen to the rap station anymore.
my radio dial got stuck on a rap station today. I tell u this because there is no way I’m admitting to actually wanting to listen to that crap. It’s called bounce. And no, it’s not referring to the little sheets that go into the dryer for that spring fresh smell. It does refer though, to the little head bounce – you know it! – that occurs when the same drum beat pounds and words r chanted to it’s rhythm. The head bounce that results in the finger tapping that moves up the arm and infests the left shoulder (because I’m a driver), then the right, it then moves into the torso and causes the breasts to rise & fall, then to the right & left. And soon your peering out the window at the hottie in the car beside you thinking yah I’m hot, I know u want me, I’m the bomb – as some black man’s voice mumbling words you can’t understand except the occasional profanity that you must shout out to that hottie. but the sun is so blinding that u don’t realize he’s not a hottie until it’s too late & some toothless man in a wife beater is now grinning at you & giving you the eyes that remind you of that psycho stalker you once dated and ur stuck in traffic with no where to move that beast of a truck you drive so you swear a little bit more to the empty passenger seat and inch forward for the next road turn off. I went to walmart to purchase some sunglasses. I now understand the obsession of trying to find the perfect $7.99 pair. I looked & looked and had a pair picked out. Picked up one last pair to try on – yahh, these are the ones! – $14.67 – damn. I bought them anyways. Told the cashier I did not need a bag – cut the tag off. And outside I went. The sun was bright after being in a lightless super mall, but that was no issue, I had my sunglasses. Walking to the truck I took them off to admire them in the natural light – ohh god!! They have a snake skin pattern!!! What the hell is that!! I would have even preferred leopard to snake skin but this is what I got, purple snake skin. I don’t listen to the rap station anymore.
posted by zen master poochie @ 4:25 PM
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