Gangsta trippin'
A few years ago I took my life in my hands by getting a bus into Birmingham city centre and sitting on the top deck. At the back were a group of wannabe gangsta's wives with one arsey looking lad sitting there like the king pimp.

For most of the journey, the girls were loudy, excitedly and incessantly carping on about their boyfriends in that ghetto trash Jerry Springer esque way (but with Brummie accents), with head wobbling from side to side and gesticulations aplenty in that talk to the hand type fashion.

The edifying chat contained exchanges including;

"If he was my man I wouldn't let him treat me like 'dat"
"My man gotta treat me wiv respect"
"That boy would get no lovin' off me if he was my man and did 'dat to me"
"If my man mess with me he get his dick cut off I'm tellin ya".

King Pimp who had sat silently until now, had become visibly more annoyed and lost his patience culminating a belittling outburst, during which he pointed at each of the girls in turn and asked the following question repeatedly:

KP: Do you got a man?
Girl 1: No
KP: Do you got a man?
Girl 2: No
KP: Do you got a man?
Girl 3: No
KP: Do you got a man?
Girl 4: No
KP: I rest my case.

They all shut up for the rest of the journey.
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Thu 4 Oct 2007, 14:57, Reply)