His Flow Is Royal
That's right! Shifta is blogging.
....its getting chilly down here in Hell...
How is she still going by "Pink" Her hair hasn't been pink in years -- does she really expect us to believe that pink is her real name? (some "clever" little fuck from the google culture is probably gonna go look this up and make me look like an idiot) Obviously it was just some stupid marketing ploy to get her noticed back in the day. Am I the only one who realizes this? I feel like im taking crazy pills! Everytime I see her it's an insult to my intelligence-- her hair isn't pink!! Why is she going by pink? The jar is round... the bottle is round... they should call it ROUNDtine...
btw -- did anyone see the Oklahoma/Oregon traveshamockery of a game over the weekend??
...yea, me neither.
I went to the racetrack a few nights ago. How many single moms are hanging out at that place? Honestly. I know two single moms -- and I'm telling you, they would both hang out here. It just fits.
You have to really admire how well the poor white trash crowd and poor ghetto brothers are getting along there though. You want to see racial unity; look to the racetrack. They're putting their racial and/or cultural differences aside in the name of drinking and losing rent and food money; TOGETHER. They've found some common ground -- and I like that.
While we're talking about it -- I feel like the racetrack could be the blue collar country club golf course. Do you know how many "business" deals could go down here? I'm not just talking about the narcotic transactions and prostitution. I'm talking about if you need some cheap immigrant labor. This is a hot bed for the hispanic workforce. If I needed a new lawn guy or some other random work done around the house/farm -- I'm not opening up the yellow pages -- I'm going to the racetrack. I wonder if I could somehow broker these deals? Lemme write that down...
The bathrooms up on the restaurant level at the track are really nice, by the way. Seriously. I wouldn't even mention it if it wouldn't have been so noticeable and out of place. Who would have thought? Plus only like 5 people were eating up there (and I was with 3) so everytime I went in there, I had the whole place to myself. It was huge, too. Which is awesome but also terrifying. Being alone is nice, but what if someone else comes in? I assure you, the racetrack bathroom is not a place you want to be alone with the questionable clinetele.
In contrast to the rockin' bathroom; the bar is really depressing--- that's one watering hole where having a good rapport with the bartender is not a good thing. Nothing says "my life sucks, cos I live at the track" more than making comments to the waitress like "that's not what you said this afternoon" when it's 10pm. I overheard something to that effect, and it was really sobering. We left the bar immediately.
Bringing sexy back...
....its getting chilly down here in Hell...
How is she still going by "Pink" Her hair hasn't been pink in years -- does she really expect us to believe that pink is her real name? (some "clever" little fuck from the google culture is probably gonna go look this up and make me look like an idiot) Obviously it was just some stupid marketing ploy to get her noticed back in the day. Am I the only one who realizes this? I feel like im taking crazy pills! Everytime I see her it's an insult to my intelligence-- her hair isn't pink!! Why is she going by pink? The jar is round... the bottle is round... they should call it ROUNDtine...
btw -- did anyone see the Oklahoma/Oregon traveshamockery of a game over the weekend??
...yea, me neither.
I went to the racetrack a few nights ago. How many single moms are hanging out at that place? Honestly. I know two single moms -- and I'm telling you, they would both hang out here. It just fits.
You have to really admire how well the poor white trash crowd and poor ghetto brothers are getting along there though. You want to see racial unity; look to the racetrack. They're putting their racial and/or cultural differences aside in the name of drinking and losing rent and food money; TOGETHER. They've found some common ground -- and I like that.
While we're talking about it -- I feel like the racetrack could be the blue collar country club golf course. Do you know how many "business" deals could go down here? I'm not just talking about the narcotic transactions and prostitution. I'm talking about if you need some cheap immigrant labor. This is a hot bed for the hispanic workforce. If I needed a new lawn guy or some other random work done around the house/farm -- I'm not opening up the yellow pages -- I'm going to the racetrack. I wonder if I could somehow broker these deals? Lemme write that down...
The bathrooms up on the restaurant level at the track are really nice, by the way. Seriously. I wouldn't even mention it if it wouldn't have been so noticeable and out of place. Who would have thought? Plus only like 5 people were eating up there (and I was with 3) so everytime I went in there, I had the whole place to myself. It was huge, too. Which is awesome but also terrifying. Being alone is nice, but what if someone else comes in? I assure you, the racetrack bathroom is not a place you want to be alone with the questionable clinetele.
In contrast to the rockin' bathroom; the bar is really depressing--- that's one watering hole where having a good rapport with the bartender is not a good thing. Nothing says "my life sucks, cos I live at the track" more than making comments to the waitress like "that's not what you said this afternoon" when it's 10pm. I overheard something to that effect, and it was really sobering. We left the bar immediately.
Bringing sexy back...
posted by Big Shifta at 9/19/2006 01:17:00 PM
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