Friday, October 24, 2008

pimps up. hoes down.

I was out last night, sitting in a perfectly respectable restaurant in Sugar Land with my friend Anthony, when we started leafing through the latest Houston Press. Before long, I flipped to a page containing this ad (click for big, you should):

I'm appalled. Yet intrigued.

Best condition of attendance: "No bitch slappin' unless the ho be reckless eyeballin' some playa, then you might have to represent."


Anonymous said...

Sad sad sad!!! One really has to ask who among us perpetuates this sort of thing.

Laurie Ann said...

What's a deuce-deuce and why is it being checked at the door? If I can come in any wackass costume I got, can I come as the vice squad cop?

Anonymous said...

This might reflect where I'm from, but this MADE MY DAY! It's freakin' hilarious and about 15 years ago I WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL FOR IT! I LOVE IT! Laurie Ann, a deuce-deuce is a .22. A gun that uses .22 caliber ammo.

It's a themed costume party ya'll. That's all. It's going to be full of 18-22 year olds (although I would have been there at 16) showing off their Fine Ass bodies. Only to be all offended when someone makes a comment or grabs them. Ask me how I know. Ha Ha Ha.

I needed this girl. In one of my funky moods this week. Thanks!

yaiAnn said...

oh dear..

Christie said...

classiest ho? is that a category?

Nik said...

i need to go to get some pointers on how to keep my hos in check.