I had a friend in high school named Alexander Alex. His parents must have been high.

There is a girl who used to work in my office with 2 children. Her oldest son is named, Love'SoFine. Her younder son's name is LamaJ (Jamal spelledbackwards). Jamal is LamaJ's father. I'm not sure who Love'SoFine's father is, but he isn't Jamal. She lives with Jamal, but isn't seeing him. She also used to talk about how she couldn't wait to have a daughter. She wanted to name her Me'Chelle. Her name was Michelle, so she wanted to name her daughter after herself (sort of) and let everyone know who she belonged to. This woman also used to tell us how she couldn't wait for her sons to grow up to be "little pimps." I was sad when she was laid off, just because I loved her stories so much (sex with Allen Iverson, buying $400 shoes with her boyfriend's credit card, and the list goes on).

Sometimes I wonder why the cycle of poverty persists in this country. . . then I think of little Love'SoFine and LamaJ typing out job applications for the local "pimp" position and I understand completely.

 

I work with a guy named Long Dong.

 

http://www.snopes.com/racial/language/names.htm

 

The people that Scot is talking about are as far from African as i am. The only thing they share in common is skin color. it's just them trying to be different. No big deal, and no reason we can't have a few laughs over it.

 

 

Now way

 

Allright, thats cool then. When he said new tenants, I figured they had just moved over here or something.

 

I had two Vietnamese visitors at work one day, and they were wearing their visitor tags.
The first one was "I. Ding", and the other guy's name was "Dong".
Their new collective nickname was "doorbell".

 

 

^ I kid you not, that's the honest to god truth. It was uprorious when she used to tell the office stories about her exploits. This woman also used to disappear for hours at a time. When I'd ask her if she'd finished some work I'd given her, she'd tell me that she'd "get to it tomorrow." I couldn't understand how she couldn't finish 45 mins of work in 8 hours. . . until I found out she was going shopping all day long (we were in different offices). She also had pictures of her kids at her desk. They were dressed in bright red suits, with pimp hats, and pimp shoes. Ridiculous.

Finally, she used to give me dating advice. Her biggest piece of advice was to take girls to the one 5-star restaurant in Philly. When I'd tell her that was a bit overboard (I was like 24 at the time), she'd tell me that she won't even consider going out with a man unless he takes her to Le Bec Fin right off the bat. Oh, and if he has a bus pass, it's over. Real men don't take the bus. Sometimes I miss Michelle.