Friday Realness: Is it shade if....

<<< (Because that face says IT ALL)

The scenario:
You and your boo are supposed to be getting together at a night spot around 10ish.

A minor weather Armageddon breaks out. Around the same time you are caught in your couch’s evil embrace (why can’t I quit you!!!) and you decide you’re gonna keep it in the crib, painting your nails, eating gumbo and singing Negro spirituals.

Boo is already out and about – and you encourage boo to come on by but not to rush, that is, it’s ok to keep having a bit of fun.

This is at 9 p.m.

The rub:
Boo calls at *drumroll* 11:30 p.m. talm ‘bout “I’m around the corner.”

You have to be up at 6:45 a.m.

Where shit gets REAL: Boo arrives and you quietly note that boo's mouth smells like SKRATE Alize.

Is it SHADE???? (I mean, I was TRIED by this all but you tell me your thoughts...I'll wait ... then I'll dispatch mercenaries...)

Friday Realness: Have you ever told someone you just didn't like their ass?

"If ya don't like the batch, snatch her wig off and toss it in her lap!"


Though I wish I could, I can't take credit for the above spark of brilliance - that goes to Freshalina, maven of Crunk and Disorderly and an icon of fuggery that I can only aspire to. But isn't it so true??? If only we could solve all our problems that way.

On to the Friday Realness Question of the Day (presented at 9 a.m. sharp CPT, which is apparently 4 p.m. Eastern)

Have you ever just told someone you didn't like them - straight up, no chaser, to their face, Do. Not. Want??? How'd they respond?

I'll be waiting patiently for the hoard of commentors to send their responses (sarcaaaaasm).

Meanwhile, get on into the slow mo wig snatch. In. The. NAME.



(Of course normally I would use this as an excuse to post up the trans beauty queen getting her peluca snatched for the gods in Brazil somewhere by the world's most evil runner up *two snaps in a circle* but I'm saving that for a rainy day)