Day CCLI

Da Girls Be Gone!

     “Haw haw haw…they wuz shitting an pissing alla way up dem stai ahs, an thinking Iggy wuz Frankenstein’s Igor…damn, det sho musta bin some sight, man.”

    “Dumb ass shit is wat it was, man.”

    “Well…thangs has a way a evening dem sefs out, cuz wa goes wound...”

    “Comes awound!” We finished acapella.

     Without realizing it George had driven straight to the bar, we went in, and found out both, Sonia, and Morgana had quit.

     “Yo Blacky, Morgana around?”

     “No George, she called yesterday afternoon, and quit.”

     “Just like det, uh!” I said.

     “Yea man, an like twenny minutes latah, Sonia calls up wida same bag a shit, man.”

     “Lemme guess, she quit too, uh!”

     “Yea, ya na sompen boudet dude?”

     “Na dudio, I jest came hea ta has a dwink, an see haw shake haw goigeous Cubana ass, man.”

     “Jest like evybody else!”

     “Man, isit me, or do alla dem Cubana chicks has big asses?”

     “It be da Afro blood in em, man. Hasn’t ya eva notice how black chicks has dem big table asses, man.”

     “Come again?”

     “Yea! Ya cud almost balance a drink on em.” George added.

     “It be da Afwo blood, man. They has big goigeous butts, not like white girls, man.”

     “Yea they has flat asses, no coives, an shit.”

     “Oh well, t’dee we don losted two adem, a Cubana, and an all American black beauty, dude.”

     “Yea, Sonia had it all going on man, tall, nice boobs, cool butt, hip.”

     “Too hip if ya asks me.”

     “Howzat!”

     “She noo it all man, bin da, don done det an shit.”

     “Ahhhhh, det means ya couldn’t git ova, uh…she wouldn’t gi ya none, uh.”

     “Yea, det too.”

      “So ya gots no girls na, uh?”