They need those hats slapped off, their pants pulled up, their shirts downsized, those gang-signs twisted off their hands, and their asses kicked for good measure.
Bad mamma jamma faces have got to go, too. Let's see how baaad you are when I stick two fingers up your nose and show you to your room.
Jayzus Ka-ristmas!
On a calmer note, my Dad works in my brother's auto repair shop and, having no hair-padding on the top of his head anymore, wears a turned-around baseball cap to protect his head when working under the lift.
I hate that gangsta music and dress and act too...but one good thing about these idiots wearing their pants around their ankles...it makes it funny has hell to see them try to run!
I once played a gig at a resort. It was a family-oriented place and they let me bring my daughter with me. As we set about the task of setting up the stage I noticed several wiggers doing their best pretend shuck~n~give routines oblivious to the disdainful reaction of the other patrons. One bothered me particularly because of his overt and offensive profanity.
I let it go until he moved on to graphically describing (imaginary) sexual activity with various female patrons (at least he wasn't a fag). That was the last straw. I walked over to him and reminded him that he wasn't in a boys bathroom and to show some respect. Naturally that was interpreted as
me disrespecting
him and he responded by slinking off and then trash-talking me just out of range (or so he thought). A bit of that with his buddies and he mustered up the courage to come back over to where the stage was to show me a thing or two.
The kid looked nineteen or twenty but had to be at least twenty-one since he and his buddies had been in the bar and presumably carded. He was wearing those trousers that are five sizes too big and hanging halfway down his butt-cheek, showing off his underpants. And he had his cap on backwards.
"Whatchu doin dissin me in front o my homies?" he challenged.
"Look boy. This is a family place filled with decent people. If you want to act like little savages that's fine with me but do it somewhere else"
"I can do whatever i wanna" he replied.
"Then so can I"
"Did you know that your cap is defective?" I started
"How so?"
"Because someone sewed the brim on the back of it. You oughta get that fixed because it makes you look retarded" I said. Someone laughed which pissed him off even more.
"And those clown pants of yours. Does your mama know you dress that way?" I furthered.
"Do you realize what a 'tard you look like? Everyone keeps expecting five or six little monkeys to come spilling out of them." Now a small crowd had gathered and most of them were chuckling or adding their own opinions.
"Why don't you do us all a favor and pull your pants up" I added in a sterner tone. Now the group went quiet.
"I don't gotta" he said - without much conviction.
"Well see, I have a problem with that. You see, there are small children around" and I pointed around the park to several of them, "and the way you dress and act is like some sort of degenerate. You aren't a degenerate, are you....boy?!"
"So pull up your pants and show some class or
I'll pull them up for you.....and I promise you won't like it".
He cinched his pants up and walked off. Later we (the band) got some flack for harassing a family member of one of the members, but they didn't really have their heart in it and we still got paid.
Winning!
