I'm work at a Microsoft Partner, and basically what we do is help Microsoft sell their products to corporations and businesses, kinda like a sales rep. (okay exactly like a sales rep) but I also help deploy the technology in the businesses as well. Now there was a small partner meeting for some of the partners in the head office.
Cast: (Their names have been changed... they could lurk on ATRL )
Julie - A 60 year old fiesty old woman who kept slight flirting with my, wearing disco shoes, and was skyping with her fine ass daughter the entire meeting. She rolled up there looking like Miss J with glittery disco shoes and loud ass dress and ****,
Charles - A light skin knikka who couldnt stop talking about his dick and kept tryna holler at the receptionist
Michael - Chuck's business partner, who was pretty cool.
Vincent, the main speaker at the meeting
Mindy - Said receptionist, and she kinda looked like Mindy Kaling lol.
Some Jackie Chan looking ass knikka
Sharon - A light skinned lady who apparently is an alcoholic but wont admit it.
Robyn - My bad ass boss who I wanted to sexually harrass.
and me. (Mind you I'm the youngest guy there)
So apparently all of these guys knew each other, and were telling stories about times they went out and and what time they joined the mile high club and ish and I'm like
They also kept throwing shots at each other throughout the meeting
Vincent (presenting) "... and the point of this is to bring the customer to the point where they cant do without this solution"
Charles - "Kinda like Sharon and wine"
Me:
Sharon: "At least I can see my son"
Me:
Then coming down to the end, Robyn comes up and starts talking to me. She's asking me questions and stuff, And I'm trying to answer them on topic because I kept eye-****ing her, and I think she knew because I was wearing slim fit trousers and you know you cant hide a boner in those, and I was like semi hard lol. She had like a mini-skirt on and **** so it was diffficult to keep **** in check.
So I ended up getting a lift with Julie to the bus terminal (everyone else was driving like Audis and Benzes, she had like a Kia Sorento, nice ass ride) and she slides in a usb with a mix of some tunes she listened. From a 60 year old woman, you would expect music like Adele, Susan Boyle, John Mayer, etc. Not this woman. This is the first track that came on:
<------ There's a line in this song that goes "Cuz my car 300 thou and I blow indo in it", bitch sings along and and blows out from her cigarette lol
This is the second song:
Song number 3:
<---------- This made me cop Tamar's album, btw, that song knocks.
number 4
That day was a pretty good day. Apparently there is a bigger conference in D.C later this year, and I'm looking at going, because according to Charles, It's pretty much a week where people from around the world just meet to **** and party. Oh and talk about Microsoft stuff.
I don't have much of a Moustache. I do have the chin hair tho
Me too, and I kinda almost have an actual beard now. But every year since I was like 16-17 I'd say that this is the year a mustache would finally grow. And nope never happens.
And fff at a 60 year old bitch listening to some "Baby I".
Me too, and I kinda almost have an actual beard now. But every year since I was like 16-17 I'd say that this is the year a mustache would finally grow. And nope never happens.
And fff at a 60 year old bitch listening to some "Baby I".
I'd have to get some of my chin hair cut off or ESE I would start growing a beard at 20.
I want my facial hair to be kinda like Drake's tbh but I don't think my hair would grow along my jawline
Gloss on her lips
Glass on the ceiling
All the girls showing love
While the boys be catching feelings
Once you see her face, her eyes, you'll remember
And she'll have you falling harder than a Sunday in September
Whether in Savannah, K-Kansas or in Atlanta
She'll walk in any room, have you raising up your antennas
She can fly you straight to the moon or to the ghettos
Wearing tennis shoes or in flats or in stilettos
Illuminating all that she touches, eye on the sparrow
A modern day Joan of her Arc or Mia Farrow
Classy, sassy, put you in a razzle-dazzy
Her magnetic energy will have you coming home like Lassie
Singing, "Ooh, shock it, break it, baby"
Electro-, sophisti-, funky, lady
We the kind of girls who ain't afraid to get down
Electric ladies go on and scream out loud
omg there's thefts at my campus sometimes (big school) and the people at my school are always like "I'm scared someone from roxbury is gonna steal my stuff!1!!"
the blatant racist undertones
the fact that they believe a white person at an expensive school couldn't possibly be a thief
Roxbury
Murderpan still can't be ****ed with...i'm glad im in the Irish part of Dorchester with my kind
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