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Story One
Sometime ago, Somewhere…
Once Upon a Worker
Some rich old dude was travellin’ out of the country on a busness trip and he was goin’ to be gone for a minute. So he called his workers together (ten of them) and told their asses about his impendin’ trip and how long he would be gone for. He told them they would not be recievin’ any salaries durin’ his absence. The mood in the room darkened immediately at the mention of them not gettin’ salaries while the big man was gone. There was a lot of murmuring among the workers.
The rich man gently told them be quiet and said they need not worry cause he got them all covered. He said, “I got somethin’ else planned for you guys. I would not want like any worker of mine to be broke while am away” The workers were hella happy!
The day came, with his bags packed and shit, he called them workers together again and hooked each one of their asses up with some’ good of cash. He told them to go do business with it while he was gone. Ain’t that some rich nigga and very considerate bowse (as that fat ass Rick Ross would pronounce boss) Lol!
Anyways, the bowse went away for a year and came back refreshed. He sent word out to his men to come round so that they could kick it and get him updated on what they’ve been up to while he was overseas. The workers came through, they were happy to have the good man back; the atmosphere that day was carnival-like.
Puffin’ on Cuban cigar, the rich nigga told them bout his trip and how happy he was to acquire new and profitable businesses. Hennessey, moet and things were popped and they all drank a toast to his successful return. With all the toastin’, back-pattin’ and soft-soapin’ b.s done, he asked each worker what they did wit the moolah he hooked them up wit.
They first guy said he did good business and doubled the bread, the bowse was so pleased, he told the nigga to keep the loot and even gave him some more to top that shit up. The second nigga got the same reward from the bowse for doublin’ the chips he was given.
Then a bitch nigga came along, sayin’, “Boss, here is your moolah, it’s all there jus as you gave it to me. I wrapped it up nicely, dug the ground and kept it for you. See, I know you’re a very hard nigga to deal wit, you like to reap where you didn’t sow”
What! The rich nigga was pissed, if it was you, wouldn’t you be? I know I would be.
The boss was fumed, “what! You knew I was a hard nigga to deal wit. You knew I reap where I did not sow, right? so, why didn’t you put the cash in the bank, that way I woulda had interest on that shit. why nigga, why?”
The bowse turned to the first worker and told take the money from the stupid punkass and add it to his loot.
Story Two
Once Upon Rich Nigga
As darkness fell on the city one fateful evenin’, some policemen swooped down on a beautiful house somewhere in the metro. See, the five oh’s were workin’ on a tip, so the inhabitants of that crib had no clue what was about hit them, matter of fact, the man of the house, the HNIC (the head nigga in charge) was out on the town gettin’ his drink on wit some of his political cronies.
Like I said, the po-po’s were workin’ on a tip, so they went prepared with whatever was necessary; search warrant, shovels, diggers and stuff. Damn, those nigga weren’t playin, they meant business. With the location secured, they went to work.
What are you thinkin’ right now, huh?
You’re pro’ly thinkin’, “what the fuck were five-oh’s doin’ wit giggin’ equipment on somebody’s property at that time of the evenin’, right?”
Today
30 November
The first story was adapted from the Bible; Mark 19 verses 12-27! Ah ha, I got your asses wit that one didn’t I? Anyways, the second story happened last week Thursday, November 24 in the southern African country of Zambia! And where’s the connection between the two stories? The answer is in the words “DIG and MONEY”
So, guess what they dug up in that house?
K 2.1 Billion that was what the police exhumed! They fuckin’ dug up 2.1 billion kwacha from the ground.
Do the math and you’d come up wit about $520, 000 in greenback equivalent!
Has money started growin from the ground? Hell no, somebody put it there.
Is the culprit a mob boss, you asked?
Nah, the punkass is formal minister of labor in the regime that was voted out of government about two months ago!
Nigga dug the ground; wrap the loot up nicely like that punk ass from story 1 and buried K2.1 Billion jus like that! What was that mutherfucker thinkin’. Last time I checked, money doesn’t grow like that.
The greed and stupidity of some us human has got limit, supposed he’d died before somebody snitched of that ass, what benefit would he have gotten by buryin’ the loot like that. That’s some heartless shit right there, nigga stole public money for himself and didn’t even think of investin’ it in a business to help the people.
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