
It has been awhile but after the experience I had I knew I had to get back on. My friend Carlos and I decide to hang out one day going to one a longtime favorite hangouts. Myself played the role as Wingman to him going there to see a girl he recently met a day earlier. The great part about this place is it brings the best parts of the Arab culture right to a little town call Edison NJ. I'm talking about a Hookah Bar one that has brought many memories over the year to us. After awhile of relaxing we look over as the music changes to seven men gyrating to the ethic music. Now I am an open minded person who appreciates other cultures being I myself am from a different one. I was OK with each one dancing full out to their own each individual drum. I wasn't OK with them dancing within 3in of each other or the scarves throwing around each other. Men should never "SHAKE WAT YO MAMMA GIVE YOU" that close to another man. At least not near me so I got the the twitch; a movement involuntarily muscle spasms that tell DG he needs to see women.
HERES WHERE IT GET WEIRD>>>
Carlos and I decide to hit up a bar which upon entering notice there was a lot of talent. Some older talent but talent none the less so we ventured in. Reaching the end of the bar we get are drinks as this girl we'll call "Snookie"(she was short fat and soooo Jersey Shored) sits next to us. We decide to motion to outside as she grabs us and asks us "Did you just put something in my drink?" Jokingly we answer yes and try and walk away. But sorry fans we didn't even take one foot off the ground before she's bragging to her girlfriends next to her about how we said yes. (HERE'S WHERE THE TROUBLE STARTS)I precede to say "No, we were just kidding around" as I'm cut off by a blond coming from under what seemed to be her boyfriends grasp to point in my face and say "yeah right we know not to trust YOUR people" I know I should have summon a hundred years of women's suffrage oppressors strength to kill this women, but I didn't. I played it cool saying how did you know I was from the islands. As Snookie tries to convince me she too is an islander Blondie walks up to me and says "so how does it feel to be one of the one four black people in here?" I can feel my self wondering how drunk is she when she responds for me counting each one the fourth being her. Now there's a bland look on my face as I ask "YOU'RE BLACK?" Turns out she was part Kenyan (YEAH OK). So I decide I fool with her and ask "so you must really hate black people, oh wait that's South Africa right Johannesburg?" She rebuttals saying, "No I don't hate black people I LOOOVEE(eyes wide) black people, there is nothing I love more in this world than having a big black d*** slapping me around in the face." I was speechless "....................."
P.S.
This was a Sunday

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