Magaidi said...
(G U know I had to get you for what you did to me huh?)
>Guess drove Mutumia home and the proceeded to her apartment.
She took the first right off beacon street and headed down ‘Farmer’s Ave’. For some reason she couldn’t get the sight of Whis, strutting his stuff around in his underwear and a bow tie: a bad imitation of Chippendales off her mind. The song “who let the dawgs out” kept playing on in her mind and each time she got more excited shouting as if in unison with the Baha Men, “who who who whooo..” neck arched in position to hit the high note on crescendo: An earpiercing shout down Farmer’s Ave that had the preacher’s wife concerned until the 1993 “tuk tuk” whisked past her house.
“What was that?” the Preacher asks.
“It’s the crazy hippie from block B” the wife retorted.
“didn’t the people from animal control arrest her for chasing and beating down those stray cats last Saturday night?”
“Guess Not!”
The car frame careened off the corner, Guess “put the pedal to the metal” the odometer read 542,037 the speedometer struggled to hit 27mph. There was a loud thud, perhaps a gasket blew but she couldn’t care less, she put her head outside to ‘feel the breeze as she cruised down the street’ That’s when it happened:
The wig flew off revealing an oblong shaped head, a powerful muscle of a head that has satellite dishes worldwide drooling….
2 comments:
@ Mutumia
KBW are a crazy crew I tell you!And I am sure there is lots more coming!!!!!!!!!
Aco, what it do man.
My bad for being MIA last week. Boss-man had me living at work, literally!
I'm back, and with a vengeance too. And no, I haven't forgotten about the tag.
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