March 03, 2011

The Pot Calling The Kettle


NOTE: The following conversation took place at a neighborhood burrito spot.

[conversation in progress]

Ziti: F*ck no. She can't hang with me. Nope. That broad is on some NEXT level type sh*t. No sir.

Jose: Mannnn. What's her deal? I mean...she's kinda uppity. Now that I think about it, she's always been like that. Acting like she's "above".

Ziti: Yeah. She acts like she really doesn't like black people. I'm not just saying that. I'm serious.

Jose: What?!?!? THAT b*tch is black!!! Her mama is black. Her mama's mama is black. What the f*ck, man???

Ziti: Yeah. I know. She just says some wild sh*t sometimes. And never mind black people, her ass hates Obama. I mean HATES. She's on a personal crusade to tear that dude down. I mean...damn...you don't have to like the man. That's your right. But in her mind, she thinks she has blue eyes and blond hair...and lives in Maple Towne, somewhere. That chick is a living, breathing, Uncle Ruckus.

Jose: What?!?!? How you gonna hate Obama??? The muthaf*cker's nickname is "Barry". "Barry" like Barry White. I'm talking Barry "My First, My Last, My Everything" White. Shitttt. Makes him alright in my book.

Ziti: I don't know, sun. She says some very anti-black verbage. I mean, anti
.

Jose: What. The. Fuck?!?!? Have you seen her Dad??? That muthaf*cker is
BLACK! Black like the color in the crayon box!

Ziti: [laughs]

Jose: I'm serious. That muthaf*cker is black like a boot!

Ziti: [laughs] That dude is black like Shabba Ranks.....with a side order of Wesley Snipes. I mean...licorice black!!!

Jose: [laughs] That muthaf*cker is black like 12:00 a.m.!

Ziti: [laughs] He's black like a beeper!

Jose: [laughs] That muthaf*cker is black...like Space!

Ziti: [laughs] I'm done. [laughs]