Wherein our hostess momentarily loses her senses
I have the urge to awaken my inner Samuel L Jackson and spout out “punk ass bitch”. I practiced on the way into work. You gotta kinda spit out the P and the B. Remember, however, that a little spittle goes a long way. Punk ass bitch. Very satisfying. It’s really versatile, you can say kinda quiet, slow and deliberate with only your mouth or you can take it up a few notches, bringing your eyes into the whole sinister snarl of punk ass bitch where the words are pushed out but still in a hushed threatening way. Or go all ca-RAZY and wild-eyed and maybe just a little twitchy too. PUNK ASS.... BITCH!!!!!
I don’t, for the life of me, know why this phrase is so tempting to spout out. It makes me sound like a very angry little person. Who you callin’ a punk ass bitch, bitch? It’s like I’m a little possessed by a mad black lady. Well, not actually a lady if I’m using this kind of inappropriate language. Oooh! Maybe I’m possessed by Pam Grier! That would be awesome. I’d like some of those kick-ass boots, please. It totally loses it’s cajones when you giggle. Okay okay. I’m mean. Yup. Mean as a snake. Errrrrrr. Punk ass. Bitch!
Wha? Hunh? Oh. Did I say that outloud? Sorry. Huhn? Well, yeah, I got work I should do... Oh. Okay. Um.
(later you punk ass bitches!)
UPDATED to add the kick ass picture at right! thanks Monica! Amazing how you JUST happen to have a pam grier image handy!


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As to having a photo of Pam Grier around, well all I have to say is "god bless Google Images." It was actually harder finding a pic of you, sweetie! (it's from the "Butch loves the Ladies" series)
...oh! and thanks for the link love! :) (Comment this)