A few weeks ago my homegirl Z met up with me at the Keistar/Spinna party in Clinton Hill. It was a subdued affair for only the intrepid latenight partygoers. Sprinkle some babypowder on the floor and get your soft shoe on type joint. Keistar is my family so I def fucks with these folks.
This story isn’t so much about the party but what happened to Z at the party. Z got a lil’ twist rock and ended up changing her name to Earl. Upon closer inspection it wasn’t those hardbody chunks but a smattering of fluid and one sizable piece of food, say a dumpling or what have you. I left Z alone on the couch to gather her wits about her, plus she was there with two of her girls and her on again off again Black penis [ll].
Was it wrong of me not to drive her home? I instead deferred that responsibility to her on-again, off-again boyfiend. I had a party all nite card from C.S. and I didn’t want to waste it being the babysitter to a drunken, albeit hot white girl. If this were DP from ten years ago sure I would have driven her home and put on the full court press to smash, but this is not that dude.
Okay, truth be told is that even though Z and I are permenantly stuck in our “friends” zone I appreciate her companionship and she is usually a hardbody bitch. I was being selfish that night because everytime we go to a Keita party and Z sees this corncrunch nigga dancing with some chicks she gets all banana head. Sonn ain’t even fresh like that. This nigga lacks what is you call it?
Saviore faire
Sonn just aint a fly nigga[ll]. So maybe I was subconciously punishing her for laying up with with a tertiary negro. This has less to do with me and her than it does with the fact that she is still sweating duke. So I let him take her home. Fuck that. I’m enjoying myself, DJ Spinna is doing what it do, and the atmosphere was right…
My homegirl Z is mad with me now. She says I left her out there vulnerable. She’s right. My love is tough love. Now get your mind right chick. Don’t fuck up at this next Keistar event.
SOUL SISTA
Sputnik
262 Taffee Place
22 Mar 2008, 10:00 PM
Shit happens. Get your story straight though! You don’t even know what’s been going on…
So let me get this straight, Z was at this party with her Wood Supply and she’s mad at you for not driving her plastered self home?
Nah, you’re right. Wood Supply should have handled that. As a matter of fact, her girls should have handled that! I can’t co-sign your reasons but me being the Mean Ass that I am, I would have gotten her some water, threw the duces, and continued to enjoy the party.
I would be saying something different if Wood Supply and the girls weren’t there with you though.
Tell her to man up and take her L like a trooper. She’ll be aight.
MAN UP!
Yeah, she’s my girl and I wouldn’t let her be assed out, but you gotta know how these Spinna joints get. P-Matik will tell you. Cousin drove up from VA for the Stevie Wonder joint.
That’s what white get for effin wit weak ninjas.
How do you earl at a party though? I could never understand that.
You’re talking to a chick who drinks a few patron/henny/goose shots straight so she won’t feel her feet hurt anymore in the Fuck Me pumps she wore to the party.
The hell did Z aka Earl the Pearl drink, 151?
“Sonn just aint a fly nigga[ll].”
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Mr. Penn:
Sonn probably doesn’t have his own car, which is why she is mad at you.
Word of advice for Z:
Tell that nigga to: ‘Man up, before you change yo’ man up’ Ya’ feel me!?
None of you know what you’re talking about.
corncrunch
banana head
tertiary
hahahaha.
3 terms added to my vocab today.
good ish.
Tertiary? Understood.
Corncrunch and bananhead? Confused. I think I got bananahead.
Truth be told, I need to get out more often.
Sistah woman should stay on the porch if she can’t run with the big dogs. i hate sloppy drunks. I do cosign that her girls shoulda held her up.