Working in IT, I often times I am the only black dude in the room. I have been asked with a str8 face what does Getting Jiggy with it mean?I think dude seriously didn't know and it had been bugging him and I was his best shot.
At a company party I have been asked to come out and do the "Butterfly".WTF? Are You Shitting me? Number one, I aint even no Butterfly type of dude! Number 2 don't be asking me to come out perform some random dance move in front of strangers. I aint Shabba Ranks. You aint gonna catch me in the middle of the dancefloor winding my pelvis.Da Fuck I look like Cuba Gooding or some damn body? I'm surprised muthfuckas aint tell me to yell "Show Me the Money" while I did that shit.
I was holding back a lot that day. A brother had to do some soul searching that day. I think I might have called my mother at work. Inside I was fighting back rage and pain.I was mildy insulted. I can laugh about the shit now though, its funny. This is 100% true story. No LOL. This is my life.
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