May I Have Your Attention Please?
It’s been a long time since I did a personal post. And I swear this is not a sad, sad story.
When I date guys, usually if I cuff ‘em, we have what white people like to call “movie nights” where I login to my Netflix account on their game console and we cuddle and shit.
Mind you, most of these niggas don’t have their own Netflix. So let’s say the relationship doesn’t work out… usually doesn’t. I delete homie out my life and I’m hoping and guessing and wishing and praying that’s a mutual action.
How come when I log in to my Netflix, I see shit like this:
What the fuck is Sargent Frog?
The only time I’ve ever watched Braxton Family Fuckups is via the dubbed clips on Got 2B Real.
The League? How many black people in that?
I don’t see Russell Crowe.
Demitri Martin could fall into a well. I could be the only nigga in town with a rope. Long story short: He would die in that well.
This happens each and every time, so I just have to dead that shit.
Dear Next Nigga (or Non-Nigga; I’m no psychic),
Movie night will never happen. Thank the past niggas.
Signed,
Me
Any questions?
