I'm So HOOD

There is this really old saying...

You can't judge a book by it's cover

There are times that this saying stands true. The following also stands true...

You can judge a hood bitch by the tattoo on her neck.

This white trash hood rat was oooozing with hood fabulousness.

When her and her fubu wearing boyfriend walked in, I knew that my preconceived notions were accurate as I smiled at her and she looked at me sideways in return.

She sat at Brien's table.

Brien is a SMALL girl...probably a size 00, about 5' 9"...a sweet little ginger

They ordered an appetizer that had chicken strips on it.

The chicken strips were not cooked the way she wanted them, they were "rubbery"

ok, fair enough...we will make you some more.

So she dropped off some more chicken strips.

Hoodiqua didn't like those either. So we started some more.

Brien then let me know that she wanted to see me...so I was on my way when I was told that someone needed me in the bar on the fly...

So I flew on...and what do you know...Hoodiqua met me at the bar with her man.

When I walked into the bar area she asked me if I was the manager. I told her I was...and could see clear through the gap in her teeth to her tonsils...

She started to tell me about her issues with,

(warning this is going to get R rated)

"I on't know whut the fuck that hoe's prolum is tuday. She wa rude. Real rude. Ma chicken wa crusty, rubbery, and not gud."

She had all the adjectives...

"When I tol her they wuz nasty she brot me mo, but they wuz nasty too. And she wa still rude. That ain't right. Im a ignant bitch and I'll woop that hoe's ass. I need to pay my lil ol bill so I can leave this mutha fucka."

So since she was a self proclaimed ignorant bitch, I was just going to oblidge her and get her out of there.

I told her to give me a second to get her bill.

BT came over to get me to do something for her...and I guess that she didn't notice that I was busy. I asked her to get Brien and keep her in the back. She asked me again to do what ever it was that she needed...so I turned to her again and screamed. GO GET BRIEN AND KEEP HER IN THE BACK NOW.

I couldn't have this 200 lbs + chick beating up my 90 lbs'er

I was getting her check and still able to hear her run her ignorant mouth about how much she wanted to beat up Brien.

I let them pay...and saw them out...

She then represented her set...

She yelled on her way out...I'm out this bitch...I'm going back to Austin

AWESOME!!!

And Charlse knocks Madisonville...