Jesus be a soft landing.... |
I thought I'd start of this edition of "Shit I Should Never See" with a gif that pretty much shows everything that happened to me the moment I laid eyes on the picture that is the subject of today's post. It's one of those things that you feel like if you blink slow enough, it will be gone once you open your eyes.
I'm sure you'll understand once you get a chance to check the shit out for yourself.
Eenie, meenie, miney, NO!! |
This morning I woke up to see the red message light flashing on my cell. I fell asleep in the middle of an extremely hilarious text conversation with the BFF, so I just knew I was going to wake up to some unprecedented foolishness.
Never could I have ever imagined this epic level of tomfoolery. Not ever.
I'll tell you right now, this is not the kinda shit you need for a 6 am damn wake up call!
I mean, really? This heffa was comfy enough with her position in the universe to put on (what I assume to be) a onsie!
Although, due to the placement of the FUPA, I can't really be sure.
*sigh*
I really can't. I just can't.
There's so much wrong with this! I'm all for self-esteem and what not, but this is where I draw the line. You should never love yourself so much that you are willing to subject the rest of the world to looking at you whilst you walking around looking a hot, flaming, surface of of the Sun flaming mess!!
This is not okay!!
Anyone who finds this acceptable has to have a soul filled with darkness, deception, and the woes of the downtrodden. .
How is it okay for her to be walking these streets looking like Rasputia went and got lost in an alternate PBS dimension?
Can the Teletubbies sue her for defamation?
If you move the antennae on her head, will her eyes straighten up?
I guess the really important question would be: WHERE IN THE HELL ARE HER FRIENDS???
I can pretty much guarantee that my friends wouldn't allow me to leave my closet looking like this, let alone be seen in pictures or on the streets. No ma'am. I'm pretty sure they like me enough to tell me I look the fool. In fact, I'm almost certain a fight of some sort would break out before I could make out of the front door. A good girlfriend will knock you clean out in the comfort of your own abode before she lets you embarrass yourself and all of your ancestors by looking like Tinky Winky and 'em's long lost cousin.
That's what friends are for.
Nothing in my day has gone right since I laid eyes on the heffa. So, I'm respectfully requesting a mulligan.
No way a good law-abiding citizen of the universe like Tee should have to suffer through a bad day because of someone else's piss poor decisions.
For those of you keeping count, this is sign #98739429404 that the Good Lord is pull Earth's rotation back faster than Kid Capri does a record on his turntables.
Get your life right. The clock End of Days bomb keeps on ticking...and The Big Guy just trimmed a few feet off of the fuse.
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