Tuesday 28 May 2013

Ludd up in tha Bogs n' Surrounds



For those of you who have not had the joy of 'gizoogle' or 'gizoogling' a website and converting it to Gangster speech here is the poo story told in a different way.

(This only appears to work in S.A but google 'gizoogle' - go to the 'website tranzizzle' option and type in the address of a blog - it's like gangster magic).

A playa was at a doggy den jam up in England. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Majoritizzle of tha jam was takin place downstairs up in tha glass-roofed conservatory which had been converted ta a thugged-out dance-floor fo' tha occasion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.  As is tha way wit partizzles durin tha course of tha night pimp meets girl, they hit it off n' head upstairs fo' a lil 'alone' time.  Da hoe slightly inebriated is up in dire need of tha loo so pops tha fuck into tha ensuite where her dope ass do a rather solid n' unflushable shittin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.  Afraid dis might fuck up her horny-ass chances her big-ass booty scoops it outta tha loo (the exact detailz of dis is a tad hazy) n' flings it outta tha window.

Downstairs on tha dancefloor one of mah thugs hears a thud n' looks up ta peep a turd parked on tha glass roof above em.  Da Turd-gazer stares up in bewilderment, wonderin softly ta his dirty ass  "Is dat a poo, biatch? I be shizzle thatz a poo, biatch? But whoz ass threw tha poo?" Amazed by dis turn of events tha pimpin' muthafucka turns ta tha crowd n' castin his wild lil' finger tha fuck into tha air decries,  "Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck threw tha Poo?"  

Suddenly all eyes is on tha suspicious heavenward turd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!  As Turd-gazer leadz tha chant, "WHO THREW THE POO?" tha jam mobilises, n' shoutin in unison, raisin they arms up in protestation they head up tha stairs ta smoke up "WHO THREW THE POO?"

As tha crowd is bottleneckin on tha narrow staircase tha poo-tosser up in question has heard they shouts n' abandoned her romantic liaison. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.  Realisin dat tha only way up is down, da hoe bursts outta tha bedroom defiantly throwin her first up in tha air n' declares up in unison wit tha chantin crowd, "I THREW THE POO!"

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