I wonder how sour homie’s wine tastes, as he sits around trying to convince the other old dudes that he used to get @ the First Lady.
Don’t worry David. I, too, was a screwup in high school, a portion of college…and a fair portion of my adult life. But look at us now fam. I’m a blogger and you’re…you’re the guy who used to date the First Lady.
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So this schmoe does an interview about dating the 1st lady in high school. He needs a damn job.
Plus he looks damn old for high school, you sure that wasn’t her English teacher. LOL
She could of got it back in the day…
Still could today…
That’s Ben E King.
I can just hear “she’s youurrrr quueeeeennnnnnnn”
His mama told him that Michelle girl was going places…….What’s worst is the girl who USED to date Barack!
I can just hear “she’s youurrrr quueeeeennnnnnnn”
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lmao thas exactly what i was thinkin. Like wow Zamunda though? Freakin it with the corner dressmaker prom dresses since way back too I see. Great legs
LOL @ the title.
it’s another friday night in the Windy City, circa 1975. Dressed to impress, ayoung couple is out on the town and they dip into hip neighborhood club–very popular with the “locals”….
While inside, they move and groove to the sounds of Johnnie Taylor when they are approached by one of the establishment’s employees:
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Brothaman, brothaman! My name’s Ricky… Might I ask you and your fine young female companion a question:
Uh, sure.
How you gonna hit Smitty’s Ribtips +Honey Dips’ PoolHall Lounge and leave without a Polaroid for posterity of you and your Queen? I’m Rick the resident photo-journalist of Smittys.
David: Well, uh…
Ricky: Com’ on now. You lookin’ dapper, she lookin’ like Jet’s Beauty of the Week–page 19,scholastic edition. Don’t tell me you don’t want a picture?! Tell you what: I know it’s Friday, but I’mo give you hotsteppers my “sho’ shot, .38 special”–that’s my Saturday night on-Friday deal: 2 poses in the bamboo throne plus a full bloomed long stemmed yellow rose—authentic silk, ‘cuz silk don’t wilt… all for just 15 bones.
Michelle: Oh that’s sounds cute. Lets’…
David: 15 Dollars?! Negro,we ain’t pay but $10 to get in?!
Ricky: Oh so you one them McDonald’s brothers. The way you was dressin’ and drinkin’ last weekend with that other honey, I thought you had Red Lobster money at least.
Michelle: Last weekend? David, I thought you was too sick to go out.
David: Hey man!
Ricky: I see all and the camera don’t and neither do my eye. But maybe I misremembered the sitchee-a-shun, if you know what i mean.
David: Aiight. aight… C’mon cheryl–
It’s michelle!
As they head to the back of the lounge towards the wicker furniture and black sheet over the exit sign, Michelle ponders her future:
Michelle (to herself): I know this grown ass cooley high lookin’ negro did not just get my name wrong. I gotta quit messin’ with these country westside brothas. Can’t wait till college starts!
Ricky Okay, m’am have a seat with yo fine young self (looks Michelle over thinking to himself) Woah lawd she got somma that “SAB—sneak attack back” in there. It don’t show out upfront, but when she let that kaboose loose…kah-pie-yoww!
Ricky (to the couple): Okay, now smile—give up the funk for the mothaland!
She had that retarded ass eye back then too. Interesting. I guess she was always into “El DeBarge lookin’ ass brothas.”
What ever happened to wicker furniture…exactly?
I wonder what the bird he ended up with is like….
Props to David though, he hit…
What ever happened to wicker furniture…exactly?
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obesity happened.
What killed wicker?
All the lounges got replaced by sports bars, techno and throwback theme nights.
i can tell you that a polaroid and some wicker was the highlight of many of weekend for folks in Chi up until the early 90s.
El Ro you may be right, the only reason to have that high of a slit in a dress is Easy Access.
I must say I enjoyed Shai’s girl on girl lusting of the 1st lady; she was about to make it the Oral Office!! LOL
His mama told him that Michelle girl was going places…….What’s worst is the girl who USED to date Barack!
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That’s the chick that hasn’t left the bar since November 4…she’s still trying to drink the pain way @ Mobb Deep.
@ canseco…ur damn “play” has me rolling over this way.
Aye! Those wicker fan chairs gotta be a Chi thing b/c I got two cousins who had prom pics just like that, same chair. Those pics were @ my grandma’s house forever lol.
Gotty, Wicker chairs was the ish, B.
Hard to explain. Wicker Chairs was on some pimp/back to africa ish… And Chi brothas got a little country in us so add that motivation to the mix.
It’s like the big panoramic shot of the soultrain lookin’ sistah all sprawled out on the black background hanging in the living room—you know the shot i’m talkin’ ’bout. Somethings can’t be explained but they just make sense to certain folks.
Rockin’ linen in a wicker chairs in the back of a westside lounge just makes sense to chicago brothers.
that’s all i’m tryin to say.
damn michelle got that deep slit up the dress. she could get it
We used to have that same chair in my house when I was growin’ up.
Hey David small world from 2 doors down on south Peoria I remember you and Michelle. But never knew when and how you dropped the ball like many of us.I was not into the nosey neighbor thing. lol