Light cha ass on fire!

Damn, it was hot out there. The mini-Backdraft was just that. I swear, at least 4 out of the 10 of us out there could not put that fire out. That means, if I'm ever trapped with one of the bozo's, I'll be on my own with the fire extinguisher (best believe I put that thing out in one go... Black folks is scared of fire. F what cha heard). My braids felt like someone had an extra-flaming pressing comb on them, and I could smell my deodorant. I could feel it working, people. And there were a couple of folks out there with me that were un-sure, if you know what I mean. Straight on foul status, hummin, stank-a-dank-dank. Pure unadulterated F-U-N-K. How do you be that old and not apply enough deodorant on the day we have fire extinguisher training? News flash funk-meisters, THERE IS NO AC OUTSIDE IN FRONT OF THE BIG ASS FIRE! Damn, have some compassion for those of us who chose to bathe this morning. All them un-colored bammas had to do was pay attention. But noooo, they wanna complain about the heat, fan themselves with the hand out, and talk on their cell phones. When it came time to fight the fire, they couldn't put the damn thing out. The longer it took, the bigger the fires got. HOT AS HELL, people. Me and my Chinese laboratory Evil Scientist counterparts put the fire out on our first tries (we had to do it individually). Then the cry baby office staff went up, and we all roasted as they whined. I'm thinking, "if this was real, y'all would be some charbroiled white folks." I was so disgusted that I couldn't just leave after I put my fire out. Scanless. But now the ordeal is over, and I must prepare for lunch. I shall be back, maybe. I might just go home early and bask in my illness. Don't know yet, it's still up in the air (I hate it when people say that. Dont ask me why). Well I'm out. By the way, I still love Shyne, even though he wears his hat really stupidly. He's still sexy to me, with that deep ass voice. Him and T.I. have to undergo extreme Anti-DL screening upon release from prison, but they are still the husbands of choice for the NH Queen. Edit: I stole this from Jamille: I'm worth exactly: $1,697,840.00. I guess. I didn't think I'd add up to even that much, LMAO. Go on wit' my bad self.