Archive for the ‘Gripes’ Category

Dear Tony– More Vinegar, Less Garlic — Love, Marsha

Ghetto chick #1: Yo, girl, I can smell you from here.
Ghetto chick #2: Girl, what you talkin’ ’bout? You better be talkin’ ’bout my lotion.
Ghetto chick #1: No, girl! I’m talkin’ ’bout your pussy.
Ghetto chick #2: You crazy, girl. Tony ate it out last night. Ain’t nothin’ in there to smell!
Ghetto chick #1: Maybe it’s just the nigga’s breath, then. –Ocean City, Maryland Overheard by: karen g.

They Seem So Happy…Oh, Wait…

Teen girl #1: Oh, I’m so happy for Candice!* She finally has a normal boyfriend!
Teen girl #2: Oh, that’s nice…Wait, is it that 29-year-old E dealer you guys met at that rave in Chilliwack?
Teen girl #1: Yes! Long pause. Teen girl #1: Well, it’s normal for her, I guess. –English Bay, Vancouver, British Columbia