I'm not a big fan of Lent. Hell, I didn't even know it was time for Lent. But, my lady has asked me to support her in sacrificing some things I'm fond of for the next few weeks. So, the thing I'm giving up for Lent is...
NIGGA SHIT
What is "Nigga shit" you ask? Nigga shit is...
Da Club. That's right, Da Club. I don't wanna be bothered by a building fulla meathead ass niggas falling over each other tryna offer dick to high post hoes pretending like they don't wanna accept the offer, until they're approached by the most insincere dirtbag who be "talking right." It's the same show over and over. Before the night is through, you always see the same saddity chick over in a corner wrapped in conversation with a bamma who look like sells shoes out of his fuckin truck.
Talking about people. "Well, Trevor, don't you just mean gossip?" No, motherfucker, I don't mean gossip. I mean, TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE. I don't wanna sit around talking about people all the damn time. I don't wanna hear shit about nobody else until Easter. Doug cheated on Lisa? GOOD! I don't care. Lisa stabbed his ass? Good for them. That's their business. Let them cheat and kill all they want; I'll be playing X-Box Live against lil' white kids from Scranton.
Chicken. Damn, I'm tired of chicken. *SIGH* But, it's so good. What is it about chicken that makes black people go crazy? Why do we need it so much? I'm gonna try to make it through these next few weeks without it. I'mma push through, y'all.
Doggystyle. Basically, I'm just gonna go with mission and the cowgirls for Lent and give the ultimate nigga position a rest. My girl aint pleased with it, but that's what she gets for pressing me to participate in practicing her religion.
...yeah well, what are you giving up?
No, seriously, let us know.
