By Braddah Lance
WARNING: If you no can handle graphic details... no read 'den.
Aftah parking da bike dis morning, I make my way out of da garage towards my building. As I exit, da garage walkway "merges" to da buildings own walkway to a form a singular path. An "older" wahine was approaching towards me from da building, I slow up to let her "pass" (as you read further, full-on pun intended). I fall behind about seven feet so as not to intrude on her personal bubble space.
Da walk to my building is only about 20 seconds away and not halfway there I hea,
HEH? Did da wahine just.................... FUT?
Wassup Wit Dat!
It wasn't da kine sonic boom kine or da little "oops" kine. It was da nasty, okole cheeks stuck together, moist, flappy, rolling thunda, check yo' BVD's kine fut! And I was right behind to hear/smell it all!
I immediately held my breath and she kept walking for a few seconds then turned around and said, "Good morning".
Double Wassup Wit Dat!
We entered the building shortly aftah and like nothing happened, she went along her merry way.
I couldn't believe it, you just can't make dis kine stuff up. But then again, if it wasn't for moments li'dat, WWD! wouldn't exist now would it?
Hope your day goes on......... fut free.