Well, I did often woder. Thanks Savant, as you say, another mystery explained!
When I see these creatures, some of whom while trying to be as fashionable as the next brudda, fails to appreciate the fact that his deliberately exposed underwear reveals the latest shitstain from an earlier wetter than usual fart.He struts about ignorant of the people viewing his soiled underwear and laughing at him behind his back. Back at the crib however, his mama will point it out to him.This makes me laugh! There is some entertainment value in this. Also, it does ensure that these coons change their shorts on a daily basis (one would hope).
DO THEY WEAR THESE FUCKED UP LOOKING CLOTHES IN IRELAND AS WELL, I DRIVE IN BLACK HOODS AND SOME WHITE ALSO AND SEE THESE CREATURES WALKING AROUND AND IT MAKES ONE WONDER.
i have not seen them dressing like this in ireland.
Nothing better represents the fundamental sloppiness of the negro subculture.Potgieter
Savant said:- "Surely you've wondered how our coloured chums manage to wear pants that seem to defy the laws of gravity?"Savant, these bastards don't obey any laws ... why should gravity be any different?On a lighter note, I worked for a trendy film company in South Africa around 2000-2001. And, needless to say, they felt obliged to employ a token spear-chucker to show how diverse they were. The only virtue this simian had was being relentlessly black so that he could be trotted out at affirmative action meetings.He also wore the mandatory unlaced boots, backwards facing baseball cap, the oversized basketball tee shirt, the TNB attitude and (naturally) his pants at half-mast or less. A veritable symphony of bad taste.He found out the shortcomings of this fashion statement when descending a restored decorative cast-iron spiral staircase one lunch-time.(did I mention that the company was terminally trendy?)Well, the aforementioned shitskin attempted a downward step, but his snazzy ghetto pants had slipped a leeetle too low ... limiting his leg movement and tripping him up.I swear that jungle bunny hit every step on the way down. The noise was amazing.The usual lefty suspects rushed over to "ooh!" and "aah!" and "... oh, you poor thing!"But the receptionist and I had to go out into the parking lot until we could stop laughing.Damn, I liked that girl. I hope she got out OK.Cheers,Uncle Nasty
That's a great story. Had a good chortle myself picturing the happy occasion.
Uncle Nasty, I wish you had video of that scene.
On a positive note.The wearing of the pants off the rear end makes them easier to apprehend in a foot chase.The simian race can run fast!!
"The wearing of the pants off the rear end makes them easier to apprehend in a foot chase."Too true. I saw a TV program along the lines of 'the world's dumbest robbers' and it that one of these guys, his pants literally fell down around is ankles as he fled the scene, resulting in his speedy apprehension.LoL.
The story was echoed a few months back by an enricher -- somewhere in the U.S. who was "bein' passooed by da man", and had his low-slungs fall off at a very inopportune moment.He plummeted off a fire escape to the street below. Happily, his fall was broken by his head.Incidentally, I had the mixed opportunity of working with a group of 18 to 25 year olds last year. One of whom (a very privileged white boy whose dad would sometimes drop him off in an Aston-Martin) insisted on wearing the half-mast trousers with about six inches of (fortunately clean) underwear showing above.I finally broke down and asked him if he knew the the origin of the custom ... in front of several of his colleagues.He never did, so I told him. Needless to say, the practise stopped that day.Cheers,Uncle Nasty
"Happily, his fall was broken by his head"I cracked up at this. You have a great way with words Uncle Nasty!
"I finally broke down and asked him if he knew the the origin of the custom ... in front of several of his colleagues."Excuse my ignorance on the subject and I'm almost afraid to ask lest this be one of those occasions where the gaining of knowledge is a bad thing, but what are the origins of the ill fitting pants deal?
I find it both amusing and horrifying when local multiculturalists claim that we need cultural enrichment from various Third World countries to be internationally successful. For example the Somali diaspora brings culturally enriching habits and modes of operation so as to benefit us.Yet, for example, there isn't a single Somali restaurant in Finland, nor in UK. Not to mention employment, as it appears the process of holding a job does not pertain to the rich East-African culture. Or clothing which was the subject of the original blog entry, surely they must at least dress in a manner that is superiour to us or at least revealing of some great mystery?We can, of course, observe the enriching cultural aspects from their women: they are covered in bags or coal sacks and some even hide their face (lest their relatives beat them up) which I admit can be beneficial to those who encounter them when they turn 25 (young Somali women being extremely pleasing to the eye).Yet all the males dress exactly like rap-stars from a MTV music video. I fail to understand why this would enrich me culturally or what I could learn from this that I have otherwise not added to my wisdom. I don't think we truly need more people who wear baggy pants and oversized shirts to "enrich" us. It's all American coloured ghetto culture, which we can easily immerse in whenever we open the television set. And if the culture in Horn of Africa were so rich and beneficial, why do the men instantly drop it and adopt the appearance of bad African-American poets and hack musicians as soon as they arrive here? Another mystery, yet unsolved!
Bemused stare said..."Excuse my ignorance on the subject and I'm almost afraid to ask lest this be one of those occasions where the gaining of knowledge is a bad thing, but what are the origins of the ill fitting pants deal?"Okay ... I'll try to be as brief as possible.Homosexuality is rife in the U.S. prison system -- as we all know.The half-mast pants are a signal that the wearer is, (A) passive, and (B) aaaah ... available.i.e., a pillow-biter.Sorry.Uncle Nasty
Thanks Uncle Nasty, I'm now older, wiser and as a bonus will not need to trouble myself with making dinner.
what are the origins of the ill fitting pants deal?Jack Kerouac.Same difference.
OFF TOPIC SIR SAVANT, BUT NOW WITH MAYOR DALEY OF CHICAGO RETIRING RATHER SUDDENLY DUE TO SOON TO BE RELEASED FEDERAL INDICMENTS, IS THERE ANYONE IN IRELAND EVEN IAN PAISLEY WHO COULD FILL HIS SPOT AS BIG DADDY OF THE WINDY CITY, GIVE US A FEW NAMES AND NOT SOME GUY FROM THE KERRY BOGS, WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THEM HERE OVER THE YEARS AND THEY SMELL FUNNY TALK YOU CANT UNDERSTAND AND WHEN THEY STEAL THEY GET CAUGHT AND GIVE EVERYONE INVOLVE UP TO THE COPS, THANX JOHN OLD RTD COPPER FROM CHICAGO
Well John, Daleyis as Irish as you can get so I don't imagine the windy city is to keen to get any more of us over for a while!
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