Baby boy will be in the throes of love making and the chiq gives out a primal scream. He thinks he has finally found the G-spot but that's before the scream gets more hysterical. Then he thinks jaber has kalandhithi (somebody translate) only to realize he has accidentally grabbed the precious weave which cost her a kings ransom to buy and now mami is friggin pissed. Then it dawns on him that the mood has been murdered. Thanks to the wretched weave.
Don't get me started on the money guys have to spend on the weave which they are not even allowed to touch. Woe unto the man who has many daughters and has to buy all of them weaves- word of advice, the loan shark is your friend. Then there is the fact that the weaves normally have corny stripper names like cascada, ripples, pony yaya, flat iron etc.
See the thing is guys the weave isn't going anywhere anytime soon. It is here to stay. If I were you men I would get used to it by now. Embrace it even. Stop tagging me on Naomi Campbell photos to inspire me to stop
- it wont work.
How about if I tagged you on pictures of shriveled livers and damaged lungs- will it stop you from drinking and smoking? Yes, I didn't think so too. So why you wanna dis my weave like that? I mean its more convenient and less painful as compared to having the thick stinging ammonia gloop on my scalp (getting a perm) every few months.
Anyhu i leave you with a quote from one tweep...
"If you can't convince your chic to avoid weaves, hating them on other women is a sin."
@omogirango
