i’ve done retail before.
not my favorite at all.
whenever i worked retail,
i always use to hear about the madness that was “black friday”.
the time of year when usually sane people go completely mad for sales.
for whatever reason,
i would end up either getting fired or quitting before i could work it.
god’s rejection is god’s protection?
well today there was a mass email to volunteer at a retail store in new yawk.
this store is one of the big clients at my job.
they were looking for people who wanted to work on:
i did need the extra money.
it also might be fun as well.
so i sent a reply email and said i wanted to do it…
so i guess these lyrics apply to this term:
“Y’all niggas is pussy
I’m ballin’ now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain’t nothin’ you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.” - i smell pussy, 50 cent
anyway so a foxholer sent me this and i laughed so loud.
like the one person in the comment,
i also learn something new every day.
so for those who don’t know what “trade” is:
trade (n): A man who messes around with other men, but no one would ever know by looking or talking to him. Used by gay black men to identify masculine gay men or DL Brothas.
A theoretically straight man who likes to “sit back and get serviced” by gay/bi men, with little or no sexual reciprocation. (Note: It is specifically the lack of interest in reciprocating that defines a man as “trade.”)
compliments urban dictinary
so basically its some form of fox tail carried by…
i have to say,
and i don’t mean to brag,
well a little,
but the foxhole breeds a lot of fine ass wolves/foxes/and hybrids.
i got this special delivery from one of my reader/commenters last night.
this is his entry into “rise of the foxtails”…
whats that smell?
well he’s a special cooking breakfast for you…
so why no one aint tolded-ed me birdman was the untapped resource?
birdman stay lacing his jump offs with the finest.
ima need him to cape for my bills and career at this point.
while we chasing meat we can actually stomach laying on top of us,
birdman out here giving “the foxi swagg premium lifestyle” to a chosen few.
today was a day.
it was pretty eventful to say the least.
it felt like a climb up a very large mountain.
one of many i have climbed recently.
after i wrote the two entries earlier,
i got my clothes together and left the crib.
it was hotter than i expected so i was covered in sweat.
i couldn’t stop sweating.
i was on the train probably looking greasy as hell.
i had an appointment with my new business manager.
the fox is in business.
well trying to be…
control in what you say.
control in what you do.
are you really doing it your way?
some of us in life want to be in control of everything.
we have to make sure things go smoothly.
when they don’t,
it can equal a disaster.
for the rest,
they live life on their terms.
they have fun and jump head first.
rocks or water,
just jump and pray god has your back towards the bottom.
i had to ask…
Do you like to always be in control?
rappers love to sag.
who knew rappers had such nice cakes?
well let the sagging commence…
the role of the fox.
all for the sake of pleasure and pleasing.
don’t you love it?
x whats a fox?
in this lifestyle,
it seems being a fox is like being a serial killer.
you feed the neighborhood rats with body parts.
when you choose to receive instead of give,
or do both,
it opens up for many opinions and criticism.
“ugh i mean…”
when the wolves look down <<<<<
like who you plan on fuckin’, negro?
it kills me the mass hysteria it creates that i had to ask…
Whats the big deal with being a fox?