Monday, March 05, 2007

My People....

Do you ever get embarassed by your own "people"???

On Saturday me and TOH went to the All-Star Comedy Explosion Concert. Let me get this out of the way now:

To the stupid bitches in Loge Section 3 Row D: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Thanks for ruining our entire evening with your ghetto, potato chip eating, loud talking, constantly getting up - asses!!!!

I swear, sometimes people make me sick.....If I would have had just ONE more drink in me, I would have walked across the aisle and slapped fire out of one of their asses!!
It was bad enough we were wedged into those small ass seats - and it was hot - and Fucking Kevin Hart didn't show up, then add to it that I could barely hear the show because of the aformentioned - stupid bitches....pissed.I.was.

$130.00 wasted

Afterwards, we went to Jermaine Dupri's (Janet Jackson's Boyfriend) restaurant - Cafe Dupri. It was really good and they stay open until 4 am on the weekends. We ate from the breakfast menu, I had Cognac Scented French Toast with fresh fruit and yogurt and TOH had the Pancakes and the fluffiest eggs I've ever tasted - Yum, pretty damn good food - except for the turkey sausage (they don't serve pork). It was like chewing on jerky for god's sake!!

Damn healthy people - ewww.


Riotgrrlwargasm said...

You don't need me to tell you that you don't have to take ownership of the bad behavior of "your people." Shit, my people are trailer-parked High Life drunks who think a Section 8 voucher is the key to the fucking kingdom.

Seraphim9 said...

"Do you ever get embarassed by your own "people"???"

Do I ever...I am a Southern White Woman and I hate Southern White Women! You know the ones, I think they breed them in the areas northeast of Atlanta and have imported some over here to Savannah.

Makes me want to run her over in the mall parking lot with her own BMW SUV with the Jesus fish and soccer/baseball/cheer/gymnastics stickers on the back. Then tear baby Cayden's (or Ashton's, Layton's, or Rose-Elysse's)carseat out the back (the baby is not in there - he/she is at daycare because Mama needs a break) and beat her with it until she yells, "SCHTOP**!!" And then I laugh at her because I've ruined her manicure and capris and she's lost one of her pink garden clogs.

And they all live in "gated communities". WTF is with that? Is that to protect them from us, or us from them?

Such phony sheeple!

Whew, I think I need a cigarette after that vent.

Anyhoo, I enjoy reading your blog! Keep it up!


**SCHTOP - that's not a typo. That's how THEY pronounce that word in their nasally, exaggerated Southern accent. Meh.