09-02-2021, 08:23 PM
*in his inner fed-up 50-something black woman voice*
"Mmmhmm, this bitch lookin' WAY too happy in this thumbnail... I'm clickin'!!"
0:31 - Pleeease tell me that's not mashed potatoes in there... *eek*
0:40 - 0:46 jump-cuts to:
Anne [ ^^^ this chick ] can be seen parked at the corner in a bad neighborhood. She's obviously
very agitated - head AND eyes on a swivel. A young black man, early to mid 20's, approaches her
opened window.
Dude: "What you need?"
Anne: "Sweet Mary-fucking-Jesus where the fuck you been??"
Dude: "Whoooa, baby, what's all this?"
Anne: "Don't baby me you smooth-daddy cocksucker, I'm hurtin' here, hurtin' bad!!"
Dude: "That's all you needed to say. You want yo' regular?"
Anne: "No! I need somethin' with more sperm in the tank! Momma needs her pain to go away..."
Dude: "So you lookin' fo' some real shit - aight - I'ma hook you up..."
He slaps the roof of her dirty Ford Taurus twice and turns to walk away when she screeches.
Anne: "Hey, jheri curl, get the fuck back here!!"
He stops, turns and moves back towards her very out of place early 2000's model vehicle.
Dude: "Aay, if you want it I gotta go get it..."
Anne: "Fuck that, I ain't waiting here that long. What you got on ya??"
Dude: "Little glass. Little rock."
Her left eye was twitching. She needed it. Bad. While this wasn't exactly what she had in mind, it would
have to do. Previous shortfalls taught her a thing or three. That's what graduated her from those dirty
broken light bulbs to the finer, more respectable glassware she now carried in that secret compartment
in her glove box. A girl for all occasions.
Anne: "Well let's have it!"
Dude: "You got what I need??"
She looks up at him in a strange cocktail of gratitude and disgust. That well-wore leather purse sitting
shotgun held the key to her survival today. Grabbing it, she jerks it over into her lap. Quickly retrieving
what was inside. Her friend's eyes widened as the now revealed black & shiny gets too close for comfort.
Anne: *calmly* "Take it all out and throw it in my floor, do it now before I shoot you in the dick."
He stands, staring in utter shock. Her eyes, wild & dangerous, looking more unpredictable as the seconds
tick away.
Dude: "You sure you wanna do this?"
Anne extends her arm out the window, closing the already small gap between the barrel and his jewels.
Dude: "Aight, keep yo head on."
He reaches into both pockets and removes several - maybe a dozen - small plastic baggies. Locking eyes
with her, still VERY aware of the piece, her leans only close enough to drop the dope into her car as
demanded. He backs away, raising both hands in front of himself, as to say don't shoot.
Anne: "I'm sorry. And this isn't personal."
The car starts and she slams the gas pedal through the floor and disappears around that corner.
Dude: *watching her speed away* "Oh I'ma kill me a crazy white bitch..."
*sighs* I wonder why I don't have any more friends than I do??
lol
"Mmmhmm, this bitch lookin' WAY too happy in this thumbnail... I'm clickin'!!"
0:31 - Pleeease tell me that's not mashed potatoes in there... *eek*
0:40 - 0:46 jump-cuts to:
Anne [ ^^^ this chick ] can be seen parked at the corner in a bad neighborhood. She's obviously
very agitated - head AND eyes on a swivel. A young black man, early to mid 20's, approaches her
opened window.
Dude: "What you need?"
Anne: "Sweet Mary-fucking-Jesus where the fuck you been??"
Dude: "Whoooa, baby, what's all this?"
Anne: "Don't baby me you smooth-daddy cocksucker, I'm hurtin' here, hurtin' bad!!"
Dude: "That's all you needed to say. You want yo' regular?"
Anne: "No! I need somethin' with more sperm in the tank! Momma needs her pain to go away..."
Dude: "So you lookin' fo' some real shit - aight - I'ma hook you up..."
He slaps the roof of her dirty Ford Taurus twice and turns to walk away when she screeches.
Anne: "Hey, jheri curl, get the fuck back here!!"
He stops, turns and moves back towards her very out of place early 2000's model vehicle.
Dude: "Aay, if you want it I gotta go get it..."
Anne: "Fuck that, I ain't waiting here that long. What you got on ya??"
Dude: "Little glass. Little rock."
Her left eye was twitching. She needed it. Bad. While this wasn't exactly what she had in mind, it would
have to do. Previous shortfalls taught her a thing or three. That's what graduated her from those dirty
broken light bulbs to the finer, more respectable glassware she now carried in that secret compartment
in her glove box. A girl for all occasions.
Anne: "Well let's have it!"
Dude: "You got what I need??"
She looks up at him in a strange cocktail of gratitude and disgust. That well-wore leather purse sitting
shotgun held the key to her survival today. Grabbing it, she jerks it over into her lap. Quickly retrieving
what was inside. Her friend's eyes widened as the now revealed black & shiny gets too close for comfort.
Anne: *calmly* "Take it all out and throw it in my floor, do it now before I shoot you in the dick."
He stands, staring in utter shock. Her eyes, wild & dangerous, looking more unpredictable as the seconds
tick away.
Dude: "You sure you wanna do this?"
Anne extends her arm out the window, closing the already small gap between the barrel and his jewels.
Dude: "Aight, keep yo head on."
He reaches into both pockets and removes several - maybe a dozen - small plastic baggies. Locking eyes
with her, still VERY aware of the piece, her leans only close enough to drop the dope into her car as
demanded. He backs away, raising both hands in front of himself, as to say don't shoot.
Anne: "I'm sorry. And this isn't personal."
The car starts and she slams the gas pedal through the floor and disappears around that corner.
Dude: *watching her speed away* "Oh I'ma kill me a crazy white bitch..."
*sighs* I wonder why I don't have any more friends than I do??
lol
