Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Hatin on Baggage

Hey ya'll it's your damn girl Harlem. You can call off the search party, I'm alive! Your girl is sittin here again at the damn airport wishin she wasn't so damn poor. If I had some bills I would hire me a damn muscular assistant to fly cross country with me just to carry my damn bags. I swear I broke my shoulder, neck, back, teets, and toes. The other gangstas at the airport think I'm puttin on a comedy act. They are laughin at me as I waddle by with my huge arse bag and then an additional bag that holds my Doogie Howler. WTF ya'll.

Lesson Of The Day: Wear a back brace when travelin.

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