
Posted by D on November 2, 2009, 7:44 pm
I go to work every day and hear how fine I am. I am like a super model. I am the finest thing that has ever walked into the prison. I hear it from the offenders and the boss men. I walk with my head high, because I am fine. So now I believe what I hear, it must be true. These men will do anything for me. If they were my man I would not have to work. I would be taken care of. These people would drink my bath water. So what the hell am I doing here? Well I get off work and decide to test what all these men have told me. I go to HEB, get my cart and walk around. I go to every isle. Not one man drops to his knees and tells me how fine I am. No one wants to buy my groceries. No one wants me to be on the cover of Vogue. Now if all you fine ass people go to HEB and no one wants to buy your groceries you just found out your just as ugly as the person that sits next to you in muster. Now take your ugly ass back to work.

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