Free daughter, to a good home
Today as my Black co-worker was putting on her coat prepatory to going home, she said something to me.
"Did you just ask me if I wanted a brown daughter?" I asked.
"No, she laughed, I asked if you wanted a grown daughter, but either way will do!"
Her thirty something daughter has moved in with her while her daughter's boyfriend does a second stint in jail. The first time he went down was for robbing a bank. The ink in the bag of money exploded all over him. Then he tried to catch a taxi but the driver saw the ink on him and drove off.
posted by Miss Carnivorous @ 9:24 PM
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I'll take her.
Send her to Baton Rouge and tell her that she should get into the car of the guy that stops to ask her if she needs a place to stay.
She weighs about 350 lbs and has a bad back! The daughter, I mean.
Oh, and you'd better have an Xbox and a full fridge.
If a Cajun guy sees her first and gets her into the bed of his pickup truck, he will be the one with the full fridge. Relating to the notion that a Cajun will cook and eat almost anything. Sometimes, they don't wait for it to be cooked.
Hee heee hee heee........ Miss C is part Cajun and she'll eat just about anything. She's goin' light on the brains on account of mad cow lately.
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