I haven't did Vent Day in a minute. My bad...it was just so much fuckery to discuss. This vent will consist of me just ranting on some of the things I'm tired of.



I'm tired of trying to make it in this recession. Seriously...when is this thing going to let up so we all can breathe easy?

I'm tired of guys wearing braids. If you're over 18, you shouldn't be in them. Even more tired of them having a FADE in the front. It ponders me. lol

I'm tired sitting under the dryer for over an hour in the shop. With all the technology in the world, why haven't someone invented something to dry our hair in under 30 minutes?

I'm tired of the senseless violence amongst our youth in Chicago. The teenage murder count is through the roof right now.

I'm tired of working a JOB and doing what I love on the side. Shouldn't it be the opposite?

I'm tired of seeing single moms struggling, while the father's are out living their lives like kings.

I'm tired of seeing female celebrities ass and tits all over the e-streets, but never see the males peen showcased.

I'm tired of stupid people.. POINT BLANK.

I'm tired of random freaky jason's on Myspace requesting to be my friend. For what?

I'm tired of Nick Cannon, the random "socialite" men who dress up as women, and the Christianna situation. I'm over all of them.

I'm tired of bad weaves and micro-braids that should have been taken out of a month earlier.

I'm tired of seeing only two toes painted. What happened to the other 3? Are they on punishment?

I could go on and one but I need to get some work done. LOL



What are you tired of?

Well folks...I'm back to my Myspace rant. I can't do it. I went on there yesterday to send a friend a note about whether or not she was going to our 10 year high school reunion and this is the fuckery I was greeted with.

Sam wants to be my friend on myspace. SEOD This 65 year old freaky jason, serial killer looking fool needs to find some business. Please help me comprehend what we're supposed to talk about. Viagra? Geritol? Depends? I'm at a lost.....

Not only did he request once and got denied. He came back A SECOND TIME like maybe my hand mistakingly hit the "DAMN THAT" button. It didn't sir...you're not getting in. I wish a back link would post on his page for him to see this shat! If you want to get your roast game up or get a early Halloween scare, check out his page here.

I'm about to go find a Myspace bodyguard to watch my setup because he makes me nervous. LMAO He's from Illinois and that's not what I want!

On Saturday I was coerced into going to a party with two of my best friends. None of us wanted to go but it was for my BFF's friend bday and she had to go. We just went for "support" and laughter. We agreed we would stay ONE HOUR and not a second over it. It started off ALL WRONG.

We were headed to Maywood, IL. for the party but none of us knew where the party was. I took upon myself to google the name in my phone. *ENTERS CLUB NAME DETOX* I couldn't find it. I got frustrated and told my girl I couldn't find it. She informs me, "No, it's spelled D'TOX." SEOFD That shit right thurr nigga told me what kinda night we were going to have.

We pulled up to the club....or should I say APARTMENT BUILDING (DEAD) and begin to look for a park. We were driving through the alley and from a distance it looks like a polar bear was walking on hot coals. All of us started dying laughing urging my friend to drive faster because we wanted to see WTF that was. This big gull had on white leggings, a black top, and some heels her big ass knew she wouldn't walk in. I swear you would have thought she was walking on glass. SMDH She was big and knocked knee'd, so the only space in her legs were by her ankle.


We laughed all the way up to the line only to have to stand behind the Polar Bear and her friend Refrigerator Perry. OH.MY.DAMN. this girl looked like she had on a football uniform with her broad shoulders and the way she was standing. We were trying our BEST not to laugh but it was a losing battle. Y'all...I SWEAR her "vest" looked like a bra. I bs you NOT! When we finally made it in the foolishness upgraded to 100%. Follow me because it's gonna go quicker.

As soon as you walk in you have to be careful because the DJ booth is RIGHT THERE and you'd eff around and knock over his table. To the right of him is the VIP area which was the size of a cubicle. How did I know it was the VIP area? Easy...VIP was written in white Christmas lights. *HOWLING* A few steps down was the buffet counter. It was a bunch of aluminum pans filled with soul food I guess. My issue was the counters were IN BETWEEN THE MENS AND LADIES BATHROOM. *DEAD AGAIN*


We get to the back of the party and this is where it gets ridiculous. Before we could even get in good the guys are jacking the shit out our sides. I mean, we're steady walking and they're steady trying to grab our hands to dance and grinding up on us as we're walking. WTF?! Once we got to my friends spot I stood there and refused to even move to the music. I was scared one of those fools would notice and think I was ready to juke. Hell all you could do was BLINK to the beat to be safe. Now this is where I have to start itemizing foolishness because it was just too much.

-I saw a girl with 1990 STACKS. I mean in real life, some hairdresser curled the HELL out of this girls stacks. LMFAO. I swear I thought I was standing behind Xscape.


-One dude had a MIRROR on his shirt. No, a full MIRROR. When Lil Boosie' "Wipe Me Down" came on I wanted to get in front of him and go in while checking myself in his mirror.

-Almost every big girl in there had on these dresses that were empire/babydoll shape in the front, but skintight in the back. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

-This one broad who kept sashaying her ass all over the club had a Monique body with Michelle Williams legs. SMH

-A group of big girls were dancing HARD when "Blame It" came on. One of them went as far as getting on the floor, spreading her legs, grabbing her ankles, and GRINDING. I swear I thought she was about to relocate the club because I really believed she moved us up a few blocks with all that pushing.


-I Spy'd a pair of MONONO boots! You know the throwback boots that looked like Timberlands with a heel. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-Snoop Dogg "Gin and Juice" Flannel made an appearance. Dude who was wearing it was in that bish sweating bullets. But it didn't stop him from dropping into that full split. *snaps for the kids*


-But this right here took the cake. I heard the DJ keep saying "y'all not ready for Pops. Don't sleep on him." And I was thinking who the hell is pops? Ladies and Gentleman...MEET POPS!






This 90 year man was SO PERVERTED. His night consisted of reaching out and lusting after all the young girls in the building. I couldn't believe it. I just knew he was going to have a heart attack. The crazy part is this fool danced the ENTIRE hour we were there. Viagra is a mofo ain't it?

All in all, this night was HIGH-LARIOUS. I thought I was going to a dance club and ended up at a comedy show. NOT BAD EH?! LOL

I'm extremely over Myspace. I'm trying to get all my friends to join Facebook and Blogadelphia so I can totally delete my account because I'm tired of MyspacerS and their antics. The guys on there are the ABSOLUTE WORST! Nucca, I'm not on there for the dating game. I'm on there to chat with old friends and send out a few bulletins about my blog....nothing more, nothing less! See, I usually don't add people I don't know to my private account, but I'll add them to the WYSU page. However, I was caught slippin and trippin on my pimpin last week and added this one dude because I thought he knew me or something. NEGATIVE! He came at me on some of the wackiest shit EVER and it took everything in me to try and be cool. The conversation went like this:

Loser message: Hey beautiful!!! Thanks 4 da add sexy.... I just love your pictures. You are so beautiful. So how was your day????

A. Red response: Thanks. My day was cool. I was able to get a little rest and prepare for another work week. So I can't complain. I hope you enjoyed your weekend.

I thought that would be the end but nooooooooooo. He comes back with this crap:

Loser message: You welcome beautiful!! Anytime. You are so beautiful doe. I would love for us to try to get to know each other as friends. Do you think dats possible???? Just as friends nothing more or nothing less then dat!!!


A. Red response: I guess friends are cool as long as we're both in agreement that's the only premise it is; anything else is pushing it. One more thing...cut the beautiful talk. You can call me Red, ******(my real name), or ****(my other nickname).

The Loser never responded after that. I guess he saw I wasn't falling for the okie doke so he's back hoe hopping all over Myspace. *rolls eyes*

My vent: GET A DAMN LIFE! Myspace is for catching up with old homies and networking. Not finding new booty. You might as well get used to doing this....


....before you EVER think I'm going. GOOD DAY SIR!

A lot of women are buying purses off the train and trunks of people cars and it's annoying me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not tripping on your knock off designer bags. DO YOU. I understand we all can't afford Jimmy Choo, Prada, and Dolce and Gabbana. If you're trying to keep up with the Joneses, that's your bidness....who am I to stop you. But my BIGGEST pet peeve is women walking around in knock off COACH BAGS! WTF?!

Seriously, Coach is one of the most reasonable brand name purses out here. If you can't fork over the money for the REAL thing then eff it. Run down to Burlington Coat Factory and get you a nice little fashion purse for a few dollars. But I don't wanna see you in this......

SEOD...you know Coach wouldn't DARE. Go to their website and I guarantee you won't see SHAT that look remotely like this purse. SMH

One of the other versions that blow me is "Coach" purses whose "C's" look like "G's." Honestly, WHO ARE YOU FOOLING? I swear I can't take it. Every time I see one of them I want to take it and throw it in front of the first moving train or truck I see. But the one I saw the other day took the cake and prompted this entire post.

This lady walked on the train holding her handbag with TWO HANDS honey. She was holding it by the straps and had her other hand at the bottom of the bag. I thought maybe her straps were about to break or something. I couldn't sleep during my 30 minute ride because she just kept messing with this bag! She kept turning it around looking at it...admiring it...so my curiosity was peaked. I really wanted to know what the deal was with this bag. Yeah I'm nosey...SO WHAT? LOL

People, when she got up, I swear my soul got up as well and left my body. She took the bag and swung that mug on her shoulder like she was Paris Hilton rocking a new exclusive Gucci purse on the red carpet. But get this, it was a Coach bag right. However, it was the WORST knock off I've EVER seen. It was burgundy plastic, I won't even say pleather because it would be giving her too much credit. But the worst part of it was on the front was a HUGE picture of a HORSE AND CARRIAGE. *Howling*


I know people on the train thought I was nuts because I was laughing loud. I swear I almost had tears coming out of my eyes. I've searched high and low for a picture of that bag and I can't find one. If you see one like it...please snap a pic and hook a sister up! Seeing is believing folks!

My vent: It's really not that serious to have a designer bag. There are plenty of off brand bags just as cute as the one your heart desires. At least they won't get your roasted and will more then likely last more then a month. Those knock off bags are poorly made and never last long. Be smart about your money...we're in a RECESSION.

I was on Blogadelphia.net yesterday (not quite sure why YOU aren't there) and we were talking about Detroit and this event popped in my head. Sit back and get ready to laugh your arse off.

As always, me and the Bff were on an impromptu trip down to Detroit. One of her homies was from there but had relocated to the Chi, however her friends BFF still lived down there. We were all going down there to kick it. My BFF and I took the Amtrack....and let's just say NEVER AGAIN. But that's another story.


Anyway, we get there and we're KICKING IT. Can I just say Detroit have some of the FINEST men on the planet. Not only do they look great, their perfect gentlemen. You don't open your purse if you're kicking it with them....shittttt, who am I to stop your flow. *puts wallet up* LOL We're at this one party....the party we came down there for. I'm talking to my BFF about this one guy I'm scoping. He was off the chain with it. We're giving each other the eye or whatever. He finally took the hint and came over and we begin to talk. He was mad cool and I was feeling dude. All of a sudden a fight breaks out RIGHT NEXT to our table.


Of course it's one of the guys we're with. SEOFD Y'all know the first thing me and Bff did right? GRABBED OUR DRINKS! LOL Forget what you heard...Goose and Pineapple spillage is an abomination. I grabbed my drink and turned to my right to make sure my BFF was cool. CHECK

I turn to my left to make sure her girl is aight and I was not prepred for what I witnessed! I saw this girl literally HOP OVER THE BAR AND LAND IN THE ICE, ROLL TO THE FLOOR, THEN SHE TAKE OFF RUNNING TO THE BACK OR THE BAR. I would have thought T-Baby stepped in the club if she was out back then. SMH

All the bartender and I could do was this.....

Ya'll know I wait to the very last minute to get gas. It's pathetic but I do it. Sue me. I feel like someone should do it for me. Anyway, I got off the train, got in my whip and noticed I needed gas asap. The weather was bad and I didn't know if I would run into traffic, so I had to plan for the worse. Consequently I had to go to a HOOD gas station because it was the closest.

I know you're asking what's a hood gas station. A hood gas station serves likka, penny candy, condoms, oils, Obama gear, watches, and if you're lucky you may run up on some fake Air Force One's. I parked my car at Pump #3 and tried to use the credit card machine. It wasn't working. TREATED. So, I went in hoping I could get in and out. Well y'all already know my luck...it wasn't going to happen like that.

I get in there and it's nothing but niggas. AND I MEAN NIGGAS. HOOD BOOTY. I'm in there minding my business trying not to notice how hard I'm being eye eff'd. I was about to ask for a pack of cigarettes to give to this one guy because he deserved it. Had me wondering if it should have been as good for me, as he was for him. *rolls eyes*

This one guy just got OUT OF ORDER and blew my entire life. He didn't even waver when I mean mugged him and gave him the SEOD.

I was after him in line so I just wanted this fool to hurry up and finish. Since I behind him I got a chance to REALLY peep HIM and I had to compose myself because I wanted to fall out in the floor HOWLING. He was an older cat. Had on THE TIGHTEST dress pants and dress shirt. That wasn't the issue though. This fool hair looked like this....


...although it wasn't as long. He had the STINGIEST ponytail EVER. I kept leaning back because I thought his rubber band was about to pop off and possibly take my eye out. It didn't help he was taking FOREVER at the window. All he has was a pint of Bacardi, a MGD, and a pack of cigarettes. I chalked it up to my being impatient and concentrated on moving side to side and doing my breathing techniques to calm me down. LOL

This was the part that BLEW ME...

Attendant: Will that be all for you sir.
Baldy Locks: Can I get $20 on pump 2? (mumbling the entire time because he had a cigarette dangling out his mouf)
Attendant: That will be $28. 72.
Baldy Locks: How's that $28?!
Attendant: (patiently itemized his bill)
Baldy Locks: I said $2 on pump 2 not $20.


I was DEADDDDDDDDDD. As soon as he walked out I was LMAO. The attendant and I gave his dumb self 10 straight. We straight tag teamed his clown arse. Habeeb (if that's his name) was cool as ever.

Oh but that wasn't the end of it. I went outside to pump my gas and he was just watching. Mind you, I'm paying him NO mind and giving NO eye contact. I AIN'T GON' BE ABLE TA DO THAT. He was taking FOREVER to pump his gas and I knew he was full of it because it should take .2 seconds to pump $2 of gas. Let's just keep it real here.

He finally saw I'm wasn't going and got in his car. He let his window all the way down (mind you it's all of 10 degrees out there), and turned up his speakers REAL LOUD. This is what he was playing.....



Let me find out he had a cassette playing in that bish because I know you can't find Ice-T "Colors" on CD. Regardless, who goes to find it?! All I can say is....




That's my vent....your turn!

Today's vent days is more so me taking a trip down memory lane. I have another college story for y'all.


It was my sophomore year of college and myself plus ALL five of my friends lived on the same floor, along with some of our cronies. Trust we STAYED in trouble. Yes, we were loud and drunk most of the time, but the real problem was our Resident Assistant and "the others" wanted us to do stupid ish. No, we were not about to play hacky sack, or go to the pep rally dressed alike, or have "girls night in" with y'all. Let's be for real here.

All of our floor meetings turned into war zones and it was just ridiculous. However, this one time I can say we were definitely in the wrong. It was finals week and all dorms had 23 hour quiet time. You could only make noise for only ONE HOUR. I didn't know if I was in college or jail.

Anyway, we had got reprimanded a few time for laughing. No we weren't THAT loud, but the other girls hated us and tried to get us in trouble as much as possible. They knew one more strike would get us kicked out the dorm. We felt like the RA was in on it so we hated her ass too.

We devised a plan to annoy them AND not get in trouble for it. Quiet time deceased from 7:00-8:00 p.m. I believe. We all got together and lined up in front of our R.A's door at 6:59 p.m. When the clock struck 7:00 my girl clicked on the radio and all 7 of us went into this...


SMH. I swear we did THE ENTIRE Juke Slide and the radio was up to the MAX. My RA ran out and so did some of "the others" that we couldn't stand. Y'all I swear we hit that thang like we were in a competition. *FTFO*

And we weren't done. Me and all my friends went back to our rooms and ALL cut on our radios to the max. It sounded like a techno rave on our floor. It was all kinds of music playing: Chicago juke music, slow jams, rap, hip hop collaborations...you name it. Then we took turns effin' with each other, chasing one another all over the floor fight, screaming, and carrying on. SMH They were beyond pissed they couldn't stop us. It was written all over their faces! LOL


We stayed true to our heathen stereotypes. However, as soon as 8:00 hit, we were back in our rooms quiet like little angels. Ahhhh, it's nothing like getting revenge AND not getting in trouble for it. LOL

This have been my issue for a few days now. However, it happens a few times a year. I don't know what causes it, but I need to get to the bottom of it!! Sleep and I need to go hand in hand because I behave like a raving lunatic when I don't rest properly. I've had a total of 5 hours in sleep in the last two days and my body is NOT HAPPY . The issue is when I lay down I'm dead tired, but my body never relaxed enough for me to sleep. SMH I guess Starbuck's and Dunkin' Donuts will be making a grip off me today because I need to stay focused.

Have you all ever experienced that? And you know the deal...get whatever it is off your chest. VENT!

I went out again on Saturday. Needless to say it was a waste of time (my face look just like that baby's). However, I already knew that. I was pretty much just going out to kick it with one of my college homies for her birthday. Like I said, I knew it was going to be some bs, so I kept on the same clothes I had on all day. Mind you, I went to a 1-year-old birthday party earlier. Yeah.....

I guess my friends and I were the only ones not bringing out our Sunday's Best on Saturday night. I got in the club and was immediately insulted by the foul smell. It smelled like a darn locker room. I almost had to use my inhaler as soon as I opened the first door. But that's beside the point.

Not much to vent about today. I'm just wondering when you, YEAH YOU, are going to get over to Blogadelphia and sign up. *Waits patiently*

Today's Vent Day will consist of a list of my pet peeves since I don't have just one subject to b*tch about.

• People don't fill up ice trays after they use them. Is it really that hard?! Run some water in it when you use them all. It takes all of two seconds.
  
• People who use Myspace and Facebook statuses to tell all their personal business. Please keep that drama between you and whoever you have it with. Spreading it across the net makes you look like an ass.
• Waiting on people. If I say meet me at 12:00 p.m. don't come strolling up at 12:30. My life and time does not revolve around you.
  
• Calling my phone more than once. If you called and I didn't pick up, wait for me to call you back. Don't keep calling my phone over and over. If you're blowing me up it better be because you in the hospital or in the middle of a life and death situation.
• Phony people. If I say I don't eff with you, please take heed. Don't try to play me out by sparking a conversation in front of others, just hoping I'll phony kick it with you. You're only going to get treated.
  
• People who say one thing and do another. This may be one of the things that irritate me the most. I really think people say things to make themselves look good in front of others but they quickly change when they're alone. ESPECIALLY when it comes to girl/guy relationships.
• People who "borrow" your stuff and never give it back. If I let you borrow my things because YOU ASKED, why do I HAVE TO ASK for it back? That makes no sense to me.
• People who refuse to be wrong. I'll admit, I can argue my point until the end. However, if I'm wrong I can admit that. Why can't other people?

What are some of your pet peeves?

I have to deal with different ethnicities on a regular basis because of the job I have. And it drives me nuts that a lot of these people don't know how to speak English. Seriously, how are we supposed to communicate?! I am trying to set things up so something you cherish/love dearly is properly cared for but the only you can do is smile and nod. WTF?

I think these different people coming over to USA need to learn how to speak English. If I was moving to a foreign country I should have to learn their language as well. It may sound cruel, but come on! It's frustrating for me, but I know it has to be just as frustrating for them. Somethings gotta give eventually.

We have a 60 pound 3 year old who refuses to listen. His mom doesn't know what to do with him. She comes in flustered throws me his paperwork for the day and runs out of the center. So I have to stop blogging (Whatever! Blogging is the first thing I do when I come to work lol) and try to get his little thick ass to his classroom. But I have to wait until he finishes making himself throw up. *sighs*

However, he and I have a understanding since his first visit. He completely understand Ms. A. Red is clearly just as crazy as him and she don't play that mess. So he acts a fool until his mom leaves out the door. When he hears the door click close he cuts that foolishness off because he knows I'm not what he want. I thought I had the 2008 Damien trained....eh, guess again.

This little boy is cool all the way up until his mom rings the doorbell and then he cuts the fool! Literally. He punches, bites, kicks anyone in his way. He refuses to leave the center. I sit back and wait for the mom to start raining ass whipping on his tail, but she either stands back flustered or leaves. WTF?! It gotten to the point that I have to take him out the center, kicking and screaming, all the way to the train station, which is a block away. Imagine me dragging a thick ass screaming Latino kid downtown on these crowded streets.

But yesterday I said I wasn't having it or helping her. She did the same thing; came down to get him, he acted a fool, she left and came back. As soon as she rang the doorbell we drug his bad ass outside and left her to deal with him in the hallway. They were out there for 20 minutes. He's ringing our doorbell and screaming, she's standing their looking stupid. Our building security came to us and told us WE had to make them leave the building because they were disrupting the other businesses. *throws hands up*

Once again I, and a co-worker had to drag him outside. But he kept falling out and it was too hard. We then grabbed his legs and hands and was carrying him but he's just too huge. Let's not forget we're outside in the 41 degree Chi-weather people! As we're the walking spectacles I look up and see his mom is WAYYYYYYYYYYY ahead of us. Like this isn't her kid!!!! Needless to say, his little butt WILL NOT be back. And you all will probably see them both on the news in about 5 more years.



Parents beat DA HELL out of your kids when their young or they'll beat THE EFF out of you when they get older. If you want to look a fool in public that's your business, but don't expect other people to discipline your child if you don't.

I went out to a club this weekend because my baby momma best friend was finally able to come outside after being on house arrest with the baby. So we get all cute and dressed up to attend a comedy show club. It was SOOOOO much foolishness in the building I didn't know where to start. We went straight for the bar because we knew we were going to need to throw a few back.

We went to the bar on the opposite side of the club to ensure we had front row seats to the foolishness. Little do we know the show was going to kick off right on the side of us. *DEATH*

As I took my lemon drop shot I look out of my peripheral and see Ne-Yo skinny brother JUKING. This fool had on some black dress pants, a grey vest, white shirt and red tie. The kicker was he had on a Ne-Yo inspired hat cocked over his left eye! *DEATH 2X*

The threw face chick with him was another culprit of wearing a shirt as a dress. She was leaning up against the bar while Lil' Yo was GETTTING.IT. it front of her. *DEATH 3X*

Y'all should have seen it! He was grinding her HARD from her feet to the top of her dreads. But when he went into a Michael Jackson swirl then took his hat off slow was when I lost it. *DEATH 4X* My bff and I were in tears trying not to FTFO.


As If it couldn't get any worse they move to MY SIDE to continue the foolishness. I had to take another shot to deal with it. A slow song (I can't remember) came on and they both started going for what they know. Lawd they were grinding like 13-year-olds at Spring Fling dance. She leaned back on her elbows to give him more space I guess, and thats when I noticed her armpits looked like she had Murs in a headlock. *FTFO*



And the look on their faces were PURE BLISS. She was biting her lips so sensually it looking like she was on the verge off "the big O." I looked to see exactly what she was drinking because I wanted/needed to order it. That mug HAD to be potent. After they humped each other into oblivion I guess they both were ready to leave and finish what they started. They took off out the club like bank robbers.

MY VENT: Why do people act so thirsty in the club? Was all that REALLY necessary? Did they know each other before the bump and grind? Why do women who refuse to shave wear their pits out? So many questions....not enough damn time!

My Vent Day stems from the picture above. One would think going to get some tacos would be a easy feat, but I'm here to let you know it's not. Let me explain what happened....

It was about 1:00 am last Friday morning. My girls and I had just left J iLLa's bday party. We were hungry and needed to get our minds right from all the partying, so we stopped at our spot Taco Burrito King for the ultimate hook up. I live far, so I don't get to frequent it as much as I use to. Needless to say I was geeked. We were clearly eff'd up, therefore trying to appear sober was already a task. We walk in and are waiting in line when all hell broke loose for absolutely NO REASON!

Two young guys sat down after they got their food. I watches my setup so I peeped their faces. I knew one of the guys from high school, but I didn't speak. Starting a conversation would have took wayyyy to much effort. We are almost at the front of the line when the ghetto ass, frizzy cornrow wearing, loud mouf ass heifer they were with decided to act a fool! This what I heard....

Ghetto Girl: Nahh, uh, uh fuck dat, I want my fah dallars. This shit look nasty.
Mexican guy: I'll give you $4.35 back.
Ghetto Girl: Nah, fuck dat I gave you fah dallars, I want fah dallars back.
Her boys in the back: Man sit ya ass down and cool out.
Ghetto Girl: Nah fuck dat (her favorite saying) I don't care if he think he HARD or something!

I need help figuring out a few things because I obviously don't get it. Why come out the house in a puff vest, sweater, AND FLIP FLOPS. Did you NOT know what the weather was going to be so you decided to put on something from every season? That drives me nuts.

Another one is why won't men just go bald? I have to sit behind a man everyday on the train and I want to throw a bucket of water on him? Why you ask? Simply because he's over 50% bald. His hair is literally shaped like a horseshoe around his head, yet HE HAS DYED HIS ENTIRE HEAD BLACK, BALD SPOTS AND ALL. *howling* Why people, why?! The even funnier part is he works for a Barbershop in my building. I WORK DOWNTOWN! I walked passed one day and saw him in there and was LMAO, but I almost fainted when I saw him giving his customer's HIGH TOP FADE a lining. ROFL

This futhamucka di-rec-ka-ly above....(*sigh*) read first:

State Representative John LaBruzzo of Metairie, Louisiana said many of his constituents are tired of paying for children from poor families and that is why he is considering proposing legislation that would pay women on government assistance $1,000 if they choose to be sterilized.

"You have these people who are just fed up with working their buns off to try to provide for their own family and being forced by the government to provide for others’ families who just want to have unlimited kids," he said.

LaBruzzo said he is studying voluntary sterilization for women whose sole financial support comes from the government in the form of welfare or other public assistance. His idea would be to give the women $1,000 if they had their tubes tied.

[Feel free to continue this bogus ass story]

It also speaks of men having vasectomies for the same price. Now, I can see the problem of having 8 kids without the means to provide for them, but come the f*ck on. We're not f*ckin dumb. Let's neuter these porch monkeys? Let's throw money to these spear-throwing apes? That's what the f*ck he's telling us! Yeah, blacks aren't the only ones that are poor, but damnit...Metairie, Louisiana (18 minutes from New Orleans) is as black as they come. And how are you gonna propose to give "poor" people $1,000, when "poor" people aren't good stewards over money? That's like saying, "Hey fat girl...if you get a gastric bypass, I'll let you live in McDonalds."

I'm done...y'all vent now.