Showing posts with label groupies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groupies. Show all posts

Monday, October 05, 2009

The American Rodeo

You know there are people out there who are getting rich off of nostalgia and societal vanity? Do you know that if you used to be something or someone, or if you have the good fortune of having won the genetic aesthetic lottery, you could be rich beyond your wildest dreams? Well it's true! Welcome to the American Rodeo, where dick-riding is a sport!

You remember that last Morris Chestnut movie you went to? It wasn't very good was it? Why did you go? Do you remember? Was it because Morris is the next James Earl Jones, with a smooth speaking voice and the ability to manufacture pathos with his line readings? Or did he keep his shirt off for most of the movie? Congratulations, you just put money in an African's pocket for nothing.

Hey, remember that strip club you went to last night? Yeah, that broad had a beautiful ass. You musta blew a couple hun on that chick. Went home with a hard dick, didn't you? You know what she went home with? A couple hundred of your dollars and another African. Congratulations, you coulda got a bullshit dance like that at home for free.

I'm at my wits end. Everybody thinks it's OK in 2009 to dick ride. That shit was verboten where I'm from, when I came up. Now, we do it en masse, every chance we get. I've been called a hater for calling it out, apparently I'm jealous because I'm not getting money or I'm not fine enough to get my dick ridden. OK, if that shit makes you feel comfortable, go with it. But I'm telling you I'm not for giving unearned kudos to anybody. Fuck 'em and fuck you too, groupie.

KZ

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Be A Groupie...

...it's only natural.

I've spent a great deal of my life deriding groupies and groupie like behavior, like sweatin' some dude/chick that wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. I've always been on a "fuck-a-bitch" thing, so it's hard to watch somebody sublimate their own inate greatness swinging on somebody's jock/bra strap. But I'm getting over it.

I think it might be healthy to be under the impression that a famous person might fuck you out of pity or desperation. It's a boost to the self esteem to completely make an ass of yourself and volunteer for "cum-bucket" duty. I think I've gotten this groupie thing all wrong.

You know what else? I think it's a positive thing to let the person you're with no you have no self respect if the object of your affection is really, really attractive. And famous. I mean, your mate is alright, but they're not REALLY, REALLY attractive, nor do they make a lot of money, nor does anybody wanna take their picture. They are thusly undeserving of things like your full attention or common courtesy. Don't give they lame asses shit!

Fuck what anybody else says. Just take solace in the fact that you have good taste. You (and millions of others) have bestowed the "hot" label on your crush, meaning that they have their narcissism validated and you have someone you can look at well into your old age, when your mate is wiping your ass and feeding you pudding.

Be a fucking groupie. It's what makes this country great.

Peace,
KZ