So I get my car FINALLY...and you know how it is when you get a new car, YA DONT KNOW HOW TO ACT...So we went to pick it up and I drive it back home...of course my homies are with me,blasting the music etc etc....Anywho, after droping them back home, I still dont know how to act, So im driving the thing around the block...YES YES YES IM GOING IN CIRCLES :|
After about an hour...my dad calls me and he's like come inside.."the car's tired and needs a rest" WDF????? did the car tell him it was tired? NO HOMIE!
anyway, what's some crazy ish ya parents ever said that just doesnt make any damn sense? or maybe something they said when you were younger, that now when you think back,you're like what in da hell??
Christmas Eve Dinner. I'm cooking fried and baked chicken. I'm in the kitchen throwing down, minding my own. Here come my momma. "Girl, you gotta be delicate with the chicken". I look at her like..."Huh". So she takes the spactula and turns my chicken over like "That's how you do it". I'm looking at her "like thats the same thing I just did". If the heffa wanted to cook then she shoulnd't have made me do it. That didn't make a bit of sense
Then I'm on my way to bed. Poppa, obviously high off some kind of psycotic drug, saunters into the guest bed room...hold up...they had me sleeping on the couch that christmas :evil: ...anyways he leans over the couch and says..."You know Santa will be here tonight.." Mind you I' was 20 years old at the time, I stop believing in Santa A LOOONG time ago. I look up at him to see if he was joking, this nig was **** **** SERIOUS. I was like WTF? And he walked away.
so we went grocery shoppin. and while we puttin away the food i pull out a plum and start eatin. my mom says "so you gonna eat up all the food before it gets in the house good" im like WTF is there a grace period or sumn???
my ma always tells me "don't look at me in that tone of voice"....i'm always like da hell?!?....i guess i can understand cuz u can read my facial expressions...
I recently quit my job cuz i'll be leavin soon, n I had been lay'n around in my PJs, in my own room, all day not bothering anybody, wasn't nobody home all day, n my dad come home talk'n bout if you went 2 sleep at a decent hour you wouldn't be so tired...WTF!!!...I ain't doin ****else...n who said I was tired???
I was home during thanksgiving and I had a spanish test as soon as I got back to school. So naturally I wasnt doing anything in the house so I get out my spanish book and start practicing some grammar.
My mother walks in with this mean **** look on her face talking about
" Eh EH EH god dammit, dont be speaking motherf*cking voodoo sh*t in my house, I am a christian" and she walks out
I am looking in the mirror and bust out laughing "If she a christian then I am a virgin"
so we went grocery shoppin. and while we puttin away the food i pull out a plum and start eatin. my mom says "so you gonna eat up all the food before it gets in the house good" im like WTF is there a grace period or sumn???
Man, I thought my daddy was the only one who says that!!!! I can't help it...if you hungry, you hungry!!!!
how about... when u come home at the end of the yr from college after travelin most of the day (east-> west coast) u find out that ur lil sis is havin a b-day sleepover party wit 10 of her other 11 yr old friends...nice way to come home, huh...my parents accidentally forget to mention this my a$$, plus those were some bad a$$ kids
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how bout ur parents invite some of their friends over for a lil barbeque and u kno how the cookin leaves the kichen a lil messy so while everyone is outside chillin on the porch eatin, my ma sends me inside to straighten it up…so my stupid a$$ decided to go above and beyond and just clean the whole thing. So everyone comes in an hr later cuz it’s late now, drop plates off and bounce. By this time I’m like WTF but I’m in a generous mood so I just keep cleanin and empty, rinse, and put the plates in dishwasher throwin away all their garbage, but what really did it was when my mom came into the kitchen and had the audacity and say why didn’t u put the food away, at this point I became officially ****
I use to trip out when my mom use to spank us and say "oh you crying? Oh imma give you something to cry about" I couldnt never understand that!
Another thing is when my dad use to come to my track practice after school and call me by my **** **** nickname. I use to get really **** out about that.
wanted to cook then she shoulnd't have made me do it. That didn't make a bit of sense
Then I'm on my way to bed. Poppa, obviously high off some kind of psycotic drug, saunters into the guest bed room...hold up...they had me sleeping on the couch that christmas :evil: ...anyways he leans over the couch and says..."You know Santa will be here tonight.." Mind you I' was 20 years old at the time, I stop believing in Santa A LOOONG time ago. I look up at him to see if he was joking, this nig was **** **** SERIOUS. I was like WTF? And he walked away. 
