WTF KFC?

so everyday this week i've gone up to KFC and gotten the newly-reduced mashed potato bowls (revert to first post for contents) for a bargain of $3.17 and been congestively content on my purchase and the amount i spent for it.



well shit i felt it only right to share the knowledge of such a delightful dish with that of my fellow negroes. so we depart from submitting apps at the local mall to our dining destination and en route i shamelessly plug the hell out of my newfound favorite food in hopes of persuading my fellow passengers to partake in this edible ecstasy.



"that shit three bucks righ' bruh?" my nigga yells out

i reply, "damn right m'nigga i done got one every day this week...three bucks bruh!"

"hell yeah this nigga love them bowls" my other homeboi cosigns.



we get to where we're supposed t'order and I indeed ask for "the usual with a sweet tea". having convinced one of my friends to also request this suitable seasoned selection of a sale, he too mimics my order and to my knowledge we're about to endulge upon this edible special free of conflict.



after placing our order we go around the corner where we'll pay the cashier. it's takin EXTRA long for the cars to get their shit and i can already tell there is a disturbance in the Kentucky Fried-force.



15 minutes later we reach the window to pay and all i hear is..."five-forty"



all i can think is, "i'ont remember askin this bitch what time it is" so i get my three monetary notes prepared to pass to the protein-providing-patron only to reeeealize she talkin about the price. i say WHAT THE HELL...HAPPENT TO THE SALE!?.



long story short my sentiments were in fact correct and the sale was no more. i guess it was just something for me to know and others to find out because "as soon as i wana look out for the wallets of my peers...the delicious deal the Colonel had completely disappears."



without so much as a text message KFC has ruined our relationship...but it was good while it lasted.



in other news...things with "ol girl" are still steady...still not goin in depth yet though

i hope i find a girl thas not mainly concerned with what my checks'll be
a girl that's on a nigga level intellectually
a girl thas willing to sit and try to find the best in me
and text to me
no matter what happens she'll be right next to me


cuz it ain't shit
to find a pretty chick
her body real thick
but her attitude is BUSTED though

the world is wildin' and
Davi Dave ain't smilin' cuz
hoes a dime a dozen but
them BOWLS are not three bucks no mo


shouts out t'Slim

i got a minute

i got a minute so i'll write a lil bit.

i told my niggas that i had a blog and they was like "nigga what?!", that girl talked you into it and i was all "nah i just wanted to..." then i stopped myself like "yeah...maybe" lol but it doesn't matter i'm real about it.

for some reason i've always just been that nigga who doesn't accept the "inside-the-box" negro behavior. i've always been one to expand my horizons...recognizing that song that the normal african-american male/female would be otherwise oblivious to...i know that shit cuz i want to know that shit.

i know alot of random shit because if i learn something i want to learn i never forget it. i don't NOT know about something because it's not culturally-accepted.

i went to hoop wit my niggas today. when we arrived there was an abundance of NIGGAS...a plethera, if you will. of all types. white niggas, black niggas, female niggas...all of em

i HATE bein around a whole bunch of muhfuckas...i be wantin t'be like GO THE FUCK SOMEWHERE ELSE...but they don't...so i do. so all these muhfuckas on the court and niggas tryna run full-court and they tombout..."nah man we tryna shoot here" (as they shoot bricks like crazy and it becomes blatantly obvious that they just out there cuz they ain't got shit else t'do and thier fervor for startin' shit is at an all-time high this afternoon) so m'boi Cho go try t'talk to the man and he basically not tryna hear it...so long story short we left. I had been departed a lil while earlier just cuz the pollen was causin all kinds of nasal fuckery within me and i couldn't stand it anymore.

we got to another court and once again...negro-takeover and pollen. i said fuck it and was like i'll just hoop later on tonight at the inside church gym. bitch-move yeah but fuck you cuz i hate runnin on concrete

um...i'm talkin to this girl (who tryna throw a wrench in my pimp-manship) that really appeals highly to a nigga but i'm not gettin my hopes up yet. sometimes shit be too good to be true so...it's pimpin pimpin til i know for sure

i told a friend i'd throw a stupid-funny poem on here so...here goes nothin, Slim

i know this girl
she's really sweet
just like a Happy Meal McGriddle
i thinks she's pretty
even if her hair is nappy just a little

i'm kinda nervous
cuz i'm afraid: a softy's what she'll make this nigga
but nonetheless
round 10pm
he'll still be right there cakin' wit her

(...it's been awhile...lol)

aight i'm bout t'go hoop at the church

hollat me

first time, KFC bowls, stand-up

this is my first time blog'n. i don't have shit to do today but be on the computer...i'm car-less right now.

i've eaten a KFC mashed potato bowl everyday this week. that shit is really good. it's mashed potatoes and corn and gravy and chicken and cheese in a bowl...shit straight they used t'cost like $5 for the bowl alone but there's a combo sale for $3...good shit

i just got out of a relationship...my longest one ever...lil over a year. i guess i'm not the relationship type cuz i like NEW all the time and relationships get OLD

i won't go into super-depth bout my life yet cuz this shit is pretty straight...i assume i'll keep doin it for awhile...tryna be like my nigga Jo

i'm an amateur comedian...VERY amateur at that but i wasn't really takin it serious enough and i assume everybody noticed it. i did good my first couple times out but was super nervous. recently i got kicked out of school for some shit i'll elaborate on another time but i assume this now gives me no excuse to not pursue comedy to the fullest

but in closing i'd like to thank the young lady (she recites poems and is coincidentally the same person who encouraged me to start blog'n) who inspired me to get back out there on that stage and DO IT despite my fears...cuz she did the same thing just last night...thanks kid. so whenever the next open mic is down here i hope to showcase some more amateur funny.

i have ALOT t'say and this was probably really weak so i'll prolly be hit'n up this blog shit more often to get everything out of my head

...davi dave