Hell Puppy
07-31-2006, 11:47 PM
They now think all african american men look alike....
So we're having breakfast the other morning and these two black guys and their bitches...err...lady friends are seated at the table next to us.
As we leave, there's an older MB S320 sitting next to Peaches jeep and they both reckon how that must belong to the brothers inside since they're nicely dressed and all. Actually, they were dressed in clothes that GonZo orgasms when he see's in fat guy sizes, but that's another story. I immediately laugh as I've already made these guys for complete and total posers.
Kathi and Peaches go on their way, myself and GonZo debrief and talk about top secret FFN business that we dont share with the women folk for at least another 45 minutes or so. Kathi apparently saw another black guy in a black MB and a pumpkin orange shirt while gassing up a few minutes later and thought it was the same guy. Believe it or not, those aren't all that uncommon around Atlanta in the wee hours of a Saturday night.
Meanwhile, back at dem cakes, around 30 minutes later the brothers and their ho's...errr....lady friends, stagger out. We reckon they had the munchies for some reason. Do they get in the MB? Oh, hell no. One piles into a p.o.s. accord that is at least 10 years old, the other into a similarly beat up SUV of undetermined origin after complimenting his girlie on her DSLs. We dont think he was talking about broadband.
Meanwhile, two (other) fat white guys left in the MB.
But that was about the time we got distracted by the hooker action in the limo that arrived. But that's yet another story....
A typical night out for the FFN's. The boys are observant of everything around them and totally entertained, the girls cant even tell one black guy from another.
So we're having breakfast the other morning and these two black guys and their bitches...err...lady friends are seated at the table next to us.
As we leave, there's an older MB S320 sitting next to Peaches jeep and they both reckon how that must belong to the brothers inside since they're nicely dressed and all. Actually, they were dressed in clothes that GonZo orgasms when he see's in fat guy sizes, but that's another story. I immediately laugh as I've already made these guys for complete and total posers.
Kathi and Peaches go on their way, myself and GonZo debrief and talk about top secret FFN business that we dont share with the women folk for at least another 45 minutes or so. Kathi apparently saw another black guy in a black MB and a pumpkin orange shirt while gassing up a few minutes later and thought it was the same guy. Believe it or not, those aren't all that uncommon around Atlanta in the wee hours of a Saturday night.
Meanwhile, back at dem cakes, around 30 minutes later the brothers and their ho's...errr....lady friends, stagger out. We reckon they had the munchies for some reason. Do they get in the MB? Oh, hell no. One piles into a p.o.s. accord that is at least 10 years old, the other into a similarly beat up SUV of undetermined origin after complimenting his girlie on her DSLs. We dont think he was talking about broadband.
Meanwhile, two (other) fat white guys left in the MB.
But that was about the time we got distracted by the hooker action in the limo that arrived. But that's yet another story....
A typical night out for the FFN's. The boys are observant of everything around them and totally entertained, the girls cant even tell one black guy from another.