I dated a white guy once who was a vending machine owner.
I met him at this karaoke joint. He knew all the words to buju bantons "champion"
I was like who is this HIP white man?!!!??:clawd3:
Found out he been to Africa several times, loved soul music and even smoked cheeba.
we dated for a few weeks, everything was good until one night he cooked for me and the food was God awful.
I think it was boiled chicken or some shit. I didn't want to be rude but I was sweating bullets with each bite.
:cry::cry::cry:
he was like everything good? I was like yea...secretly dying.
the coon in me was mad as hell.
HOW YOU FUCK UP CHICKEN???
colonized the world for spices...and still cant cook?
ancestors told me to bounce. So I did.
Weeks later he called me from a restricted number and started whispering COCK into the phone.
I knew it was him because niggas dont say cock.
...It was clear I dodged a bullet.
Thank you Black jesus. :whew::whew: