White folks in my office are so nice to me. Becky from accounting held the elevator, VH1 plays the history of black music over n over, I can come into work late, or not at all and my boss just shakes his head with that "isnt he precious" smile.
Life in Feb is good for us brothers. BUT....once it comes to an end, I start to lose my powers hella quick. X-ray vision is the first to go and on March first I will probably find my self on the elevator alone with Becky from accounting, and not only will she not speak, she will her purse to her oposite shoulder in hope that it would detract me from attacking her and stealing it (white women, when alone with a black dude, dont shift your purse to the oposite shoulder, not only is it offensive, if the guy is planning on robbing you, now he has to whoop your ass to get the purse instead of just grabbing it and running, sheesh!)
Friday, February 1, 2008
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See, this is what's wrong with me. Whenever I'm alone with any man on the elevator, I always assume he's interested in raping me. That's why I hang out by the panic buttons and hold a pen. Some guy will probably steal my purse some day and I'll be standing there saying, "What? That's all you wanted? But we're broke!"
LOL!
Tell Becky to gone somewhere with that fake ish.
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