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."

6 comments:

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?

Elbee 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.