Where's The Beef
It was only a matter of time before my words were going to incite some one to get a little emotional... but its all good though.. The pen happens to be mightier than the sword.. Now I'll admit that I did spit a little venom because in my opinion I felt that this particular blogger was went over board with calling our black queens bitches.
But in all reality I understand with a wardrobe like this (By the way if you are going to be a self proclaimed mack I'm going to need you to not wear Beverly Hills Polo Club shirts from Target.. Macks are supposed to be a little tighter than that.)
And if possible please get one of your lady friends to invest in a large bottle of Cocoa Butter for your crusty ass hands.. (Another F.Y.I. , This is not 1988 14K gold Nugget Rings are not in style anymore. I suggest you take that back to the Swap Meet on Crenshaw Blvd where you got that from.)
Albeit I may have been a bit out of line with my funny ass comment...
"wow your fictional character is very thought provoking.... Ok dumbass in case you are too slow to pick up on the sarcasm, stop bullshitting with yourself and get off your momma's phone line writing about how you are a wack ass wannabe mack from compton"
But hey I call em like I see em...
Now To TopMack I'm offering you an opportunity of a lifetime to come to the ATL and try to see what Southern Hospitality is all about and realize that your fictional characters would not work down here... Now I went ahead and took the liberty of finding you some decent rates on Greyhound Since I know you Mack's like to roll in style..