from a different tread
 

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Incoherent Deposition [/QUOTE]

Stuff like this.

Re: from a different tread
 

:eek: :eek: Maybe she was drunk. :(

enigma_AKA

I went to a concert the other day (that my best friend DRAGGED me to) and Chris Brown was performing. After he performs, we go to the bathroom. While I'm waiting for her to come out, there were about 4 girls (couldn't have been older than 13), talking about "I love me some Chris Brown...I would give it to him in a hearbeat...I'd let him hit it"

I shot them a look that made them hush up so fast...

I stopped watching videos. I miss the old school stuff with dances and something worth watching. If I see another booty-shaking, grill gleamin, how many expensive cars sittin on 22's with half naked chicks dancing on them video....:mad:

Re: from a different tread
 

Stuff like this. [/QUOTE]
I dont know if she had mental issues or not but people around this area sound just like her. Its a country as cornflakes dialect.

I am too embarrased when "we" come into a place of business overtly and blatently ask for a hook-up. I work at an auto repair shop where I keep the books. This man came in here and asked me what I could do to help him on his $600+ bill. I told him I could make him a copy of it and that's about it. Then he had the nerve to ask me not to fax a copy of the invoice to his company(it was for an 18-wheeler) until Thursday so they won't take it out of his check this week. Like I'm gonna screw up my job so he can have a little extra in his check...:rolleyes: I thinks NOT!!!!!

We be clubbin? LOLOLOL.
That's hilarious.

Some of these incidents are so funny, like the Churches / Church's chicken interview.

I guess I don't take responsibility for the acts of the other AAs in my vicinity so I don't really get embarrassed. I just look at them like their crazy like everybody else. I have a Secretary that sits across from the door of my office who has been talking on the telephone from the time that she gets to work until the time that she leaves since I started my job about 8 months ago. She is now even running a travel agency from her phone - mind you, I don't work at a travel agency!!! If she isn't fighting with her boyfriend, she's counseling some folk from her church or taking calls and setting up travel plans for folk. LOL. All the while I'm trying to do my job. AND SHE'S LOUD. I finally just found a good pair of earplugs after I told her I could hear her conversations several times and she kept right on talking. In fact, she has the nerve to get offended when I tell her that she is distracting.

And when the atty that she works for is out of hte office, she REALLY lets it all hang out. Whew, A Hot Mess - and yes, she's AA.

Putting my earplugs back in...
SC

Yeah, they were kind of older. I guess they weren't with the times, lol.

OMG, I isht you all not!

There's a couple I see sometimes. I've seen them walking and and sitting on the curb. Welllllll, last week I saw them in MOTORIZED WHEELCHAIRS riding along a busy street. The woman was even on her cellphone and used those old school hand signals when she made a turn.

1. They aren't disabled
2. Hmmmm, I wonder how did they get the wheel chairs. :rolleyes:
3. What made them think it was cute to use wheelchairs as if they were cars or motorcycles?

now see.. :mad:

when he says that to her, it won't be funny. *smh*

I'd have told her no, and if he says it again, I will ask that he be removed from my class. With the quickness..:mad:

See, her behind would've been looking for a new daycare to put her child in. :mad: :mad:

Nominee for the 2006 N[ucc]a of The Year Award
 

goes to Katrina evacuee Theon Johnson:

Link to article here: "A Very Late Checkout"

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A Very Late Checkout
New York’s last Katrina evacuees prepare to depart (under duress) from the JFK Airport Holiday Inn.

This winter, FEMA put up over 300 Hurricane Katrina evacuees in New York City hotels. Almost all of them have gone back to their lives, their jobs. But not Theon Johnson. He’s currently sprawled out watching Halloween 5 on one of the two full-size beds in his room at the JFK Airport Holiday Inn. He is one of four evacuees still living in a hotel in the city.



The others left in February and March, when, after spending more than $500 million, FEMA stopped paying for hotel rooms housing some 40,000 evacuees across the country. That left many scrambling for places to live. But thanks to the city’s squatters-rights law, evacuees here were safe. Their rooms weren’t paid for, but since they’d been in them for more than 30 days, the hotels couldn’t just kick them out. Only a judge’s order could evict them.



And Johnson, 49, isn’t that motivated to leave. For one thing, AMC’s in the middle of its “Thrill Me” marathon. Next up, Gothika. “Halle Berry,” he says with lazy lust. These days he’s usually up all night—it’s hard to sleep on an empty stomach. When he has to, he’ll go outside and beg for change, but he doesn’t really like that too much. Most days he just showers and gets back in bed, showers and gets back in bed. Once a week he and another evacuee, a diabetic named Larry, walk to a church off the Van Wyck and get canned goods. When Johnson’s caseworker, Sharon, comes around, she gives him some bus passes and maybe a few bucks, but she’s getting frustrated. “They sit around on their butts watching TV. There’s only but so much I can do if they’re not willing to help themselves.”



After being flown here for free back in September, Johnson’s been at the Holiday Inn since Super Bowl Sunday. On April 21, the hotel served Johnson with three notices of occupancy termination, saying that it would begin court proceedings if he wasn’t out by May 9. He wasn’t, so it did. If the court boots him, Johnson could end up in one of the city’s homeless shelters. He’s been broke for over a month now. FEMA sent him $9,000 in housing aid, but he spent it all on booze, cigarettes, some clothes, and food—partying, mostly. “I spent my money just the way I wanted, and I think [fema] should send me some more,” he says. But it won’t. Johnson’s caseworker says FEMA offered to buy him a ticket home to New Orleans in February, but he didn’t take it. FEMA won’t now. So he’s stuck, at least until the Holiday Inn pays him to leave.



Attorneys with the Legal Aid Society have been negotiating a buyout deal for Johnson and the remaining evacuees, and expect a settlement—he heard about $1,200—imminently. He says he’ll use the money to get a room for a few nights and have some fun before flying back to his little house in New Orleans’ Third Ward. But for now, Gothika’s on. “Halle Berry,” Johnson says. “Halle . . . Berry.”

Here is a nucca story I got from another discussion board that is worthy of mention:

It's kind of hard to know how to respond to your posts RainMan....

WTH?? I mean, ummmm, RainMan, I was going to say something to you, but right now I'm at a loss for words...