So me and my good ol’ buddy ol’ pal Renisha (personal trainer extraordinaire of the fab site Renewed Fitness) were having our usual daily GChat conversations chock full o’ foolishness. Just harmless ratchettness. Yet somehow we got transported to an imaginary land of “urban” (I hate that word) shenanigans… see what had happened was:
Welsome to the twisted minds of Alise & Renisha... *evil cackle*
Renisha: someone just tweeted : I think I sprang my ankle
(-__-)
me: sigh…
Renisha: right
me: get yo cousins
I know they are yours
gotta be
Renisha: your auntie tweeted that
aint my fault she can’t get her grammar right
me: Auntie Jackie
she got an auburn black-folk mullet, and wears velour sweatsuits (this is my imaginary auntie)
Pepa circa 1980-sumfin' is Aunt Jackie's hair-spiration.
Renisha: purple ones
me: YASSS!
Renisha: with white k-swiss
me: and a Goach bag
you know, the ones with all the G’s on it
All velour AIRTHANG!
Renisha: and a pinky ring
a big gold one
me: and door knocker earings, with about 5 more ear piercings with gold studs in themand a herringbone chain, a thick one
Yes, Auntie Jackie is a baller!
Renisha: she drives a 83 cadillaa beige one
me: with with vanity plates: HOTMAMA1
Renisha: the seats got the stuffin coming out of themand radio don’t work
me: she plays a walkman in the car
Forget Maybach Music, Auntie Jackie is rocking "Coupe De Ville Music" on her Walkman. She is the epitome of sophistication.
Renisha:she got that green shag carpet in her house and plastic on her furniture
Renisha: there’s one “genteman caller” who’s always sittin in one chair when we come over
watchin football
me: her oldest son is in jail and so is her on-again off-again husbandhe in jail to, that’s why her “friend” is always there
class. style. elegance. What do these three things have in common? ... They all left the building.
Renisha: she got her dining room table in the kitchen
when you pull outcho chair it hits the refrigerator
me: with mismatch chairs
she got a couch on her porch
Renisha: with a rockin chair and an old end table where she snaps her peas
me: and sips on her Arbor Mist
Tell Auntie Jackie this ain't fancy and she'll call you a LIE!
Renisha: in her house shoesthe slip in ones with the terry cloth
me: you forgot about her acrylic long nails, with the old lady rounded tips
Renisha: aw dang
don’t catch her when she just woke up
she’ll answer the door in her house coat
me: and her epic slave hair scarf
SHARP!
Renisha: how the heck did we get into all this?
me: I forget, lol
Renisha: it all started with “I think I sprang my ankle”me: why we so dumb?
The moral of this story is that GChat is where all coherence, reality, and sense goes to die. Thanks for playing along.