You go, girl.
This thread reminds me of a completely unrelated thing. I’ve posted this before, but I never get tired of it:
I should add in one other event.
To understand it, however, you must understand what I mean by “rapper hands.” Do this: Put your hands in front of your chest, palms towards chest, fingers pointed down. Keep your elbows out away from your body. Spread your fingers slighly, then curl your ring fingers in a little bit. Got it? Now say “Yo yo yo bitch, I’ll fuck you up!” and emphasize all of the strong syllables with a slight downward thrust of your hands. Extra finger bling helps.
That’s rapper hands.
So anyway, while on vacation a few years ago, my girlfriend and I decided to wrap up our day with some ice cream. We say at a table, licking our cones, and I contemplated the crowd still in line. There was a family of four, who were quite possibly the whitest and middlest class and suburbanest white picket fencers you could imagine. “Pack the kids into the minivan 'cause we’re going to Friendly’s” level of white. Except the teenage son. He looked like a rapper-wannabe, except all of his bling came from The Gap.
So as they waited for ice cream, I saw the mother ask the son a question, but I couldn’t hear it. The son got this tough “I’m gonna git you, sucka” look on his face. Emphasizing his words with rapper hands, he told that white bitch, “Yo, mint chocolate chip.”