Who Ya Wit?

You know your are COUNTRY when :
You have to remove your fake, 2 dollar, airbrushed fingernails, in order to clean them chitterlings for Sunday dinner. Don’t trip, she’ll put a foot so deep up - off - in a dish, that you may spit out a toenail afterwards. A fake one! Yes, I LOVE her cooking, but, I can’t get with them there swine intestines. I don’t care what you soak them in and how many hours it took you to clean em’. Shyt, never that. Picture me as Dawn Penn singin’ - No, No, No.

No - No - Noooooooo . . . . I don’t love them and you know now.

In response to an email that I sent someone - I was told that they are new to my brand of “Online Pimpin”.
I had to laugh.

Me?

A P - I - M- P ?

For real? Am I Dolemite in Drag? Am I the long, lost, daughter of Iceberg Slim ? If so, then where’s my Bitches? I really wanna know. Winter is approaching and I’m trying feel mink. Hell, I needs to put some new leopard skin, seat covers on my 1973 Eldorado. Chose up on a Real One , if you dare. . . I can give you the sun, the moon and the stars if you let me. But you’ve got to be dedicated. Understand? Players are made, Pimps are born. Tricks are endless. Time is money, money is time.

I’m from Minnesota, bitches. I know you’ve heard of the “Minneapolis Connection”. As a youngin’ I soaked up all of my game from Morris Day . Now, I want to see some asses wigglin’ and some happy faces. This site aint for everybody - just the sexy people. Now twirk something for me while I go set up this “Pay Pal” account. Damn, I’m about to walk a hole in my Stacy Adams. What time is it?