I didn’t have the lady balls to snap a pic so I will paint you a picture with my words.
As I walked into the grocery store, so did this cookie monster. She was at least 300lbs, wearing a salmon pink shirt with a stupid logo and long (thank goodness) blue shorts, torn up flip flops. She looked about 40 but was probably younger. She had the classic butter heffer thin greasy hair, that was bleached blonde with two inches of brunette hair at the roots. She was dragging along her male mulatto who will grow up to the ripe old age of 22 until he is murdered by another black.
She also happened to get in line behind me too. She bought two packages of cookies, (which is why I call her cookie monster), a two liter of coke, and two loafs of bread. Sounds like a good meal.
I didn’t have the lady balls to snap a pic so I will paint you a picture with my words.
As I walked into the grocery store, so did this cookie monster. She was at least 300lbs, wearing a salmon pink shirt with a stupid logo and long (thank goodness) blue shorts, torn up flip flops. She looked about 40 but was probably younger. She had the classic butter heffer thin greasy hair, that was bleached blonde with two inches of brunette hair at the roots. She was dragging along her male mulatto who will grow up to the ripe old age of 22 until he is murdered by another black.
She also happened to get in line behind me too. She bought two packages of cookies, (which is why I call her cookie monster), a two liter of coke, and two loafs of bread. Sounds like a good meal.
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