Like I told you before, I live on what you’d call a compound. Within the compound are little apartments we call villas. Well, most folk have roommates, including me. There are males and females and a handful of Muslim women, so it’s a small community of folk that see and hear each other all the time.
Men folk and women folk match themselves up together and if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, when it don’t work out, everybody and the pet dog know about it. Therefore, it ain’t too pretty ’cause everybody’s talking ’cause that’s part of life here.
Well, you remember that time I posted something about being a holla back girl and posted that video by Gwen Stefani? Go back and read all about it if you want but Holla Back Girl is my roomie. Turns out, this fella she’d been kickin’ it with dropped her like a hot rock. I’d feel sorry for her if she wasn’t a bitch but I don’t. I don’t know folks. I tried to like her real hard but I don’t. She’s miserable, made even more miserable after getting dumped.
So, the lowdown is that during a poker game, she messed around and blurted out, “Who’s Gandhi?” Folks, boyfriend, dickfriend or whatever the hell he was was sitting there. I told her, “He couldn’t have been pleased when you said that. That’s like me saying I don’t know who Martin Luther King was.” This trick goes, “Who’s Martin Luther King?” Everybody in the room is stunned and she’s the only one laughing.
Anyhow, when I told her Dickfriend couldn’t have been pleased with her, she said he liked when she didn’t know things and gets pleasure in teaching her things. I’m thinking I know this man better than her without him being my Dickfriend ’cause in my brief encounters, he’s stimulated by intellectualizing and I live and hear this woman on a daily basis, folks. She ain’t the one for nothing brain-based. Just a couple of weeks ago, she said he told her that if they ever left Saudi, he’d have nothing to do with her. Straight up. I told her, “So that translates to him saying you’re something to do while he’s here.”
Now, get this, folks. It’s gonna blow a hole in your socks. He’s at the poker game last night and not only did one other fella who was there call her dumb but so did Dickfriend. Talk about a shitty feeling.
I can hear her in the room bitchin’ now in Afrikaans.
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