It's Getting Easier and Easier to Spot Young Hoes in Training Now....

Internet is really speeding up childhood for kids now a days. 10 years ago when I was in middle school you just "heard" about the hoes, the "headie moe's" who were the first of your class to start giving fellatio to whoever commented on their outfit. Sometimes you actually knew them, and that was always awkward because no matter what you talked about you knew and they knew that that chick liked to suck....well you get the point. 
Anywho, I'm friends with my younger cousin on Facebook. This is a cousin who I remembered the day she was born. I did and still do babysit her, take her to the movies, hang out with her....


And now I'm pretty certain she's quickly on her way to becoming a hoe. 


It was bound to happen. Her mother was a hoe. Damn, that seems kinda harsh, given the fact that this is my very first blog post, but whatever. Grass is green, the sky is blue, I was the fat cousin, she was the hoe cousin. 


 What gets me about the hoe-gene is that it doesn't evolve. Just like Evelyn Lozada's granddaughter's will honor Abuelita's legacy by partying at the 2072 All Star Game, I see the budding sprouts of some smh-ism going on in my lil cuzzo. As you can see from her profile (yes I included a snapshot), she's the Biggah Boss, she has in the past and continues to be employed in the "being a boss at everything" field, which is recession proof i gather. What I would like to know is why can't this Biggah Boss become the boss of her own banking account and stop asking me for fucking money? Last I checked you asked me to buy you an iPhone last week. Why can't she find a job with the skills she's learned so far from school(she currently goes to "smacc a bitch high")?

But whatever, it's high school right? Kids are kids! They act silly and write stupid things all the time! Well of course they do, except when they, you know,take that shit seriously and decide to use a social networking site to chit-chat with friends, family, and rando ass creepers? What the hell does one discuss with a complete stranger at 12:47 on a Sunday morning? Going to Church I assume.......

Obviously S-A-B High School could improve on the Language Arts classes taught there, you know, in between the bitch a smacking. If people must pronounce the words you type out loud in order to understand what the hell you're saying, then you need to get off Facebook and get your face in a book. Smacc a Bitch High needs to start charging these bitches for gettin smacked, then maybe they could afford some dictionaries. And hey! I told you my lil Cuzzo was all about the Chuuuuuch, glad she made it...






















For those reading this thinking, "damn, she's going IN on her cousin". Well yeah, I am. Here is one of her boyfriends....

Do I really need to say anything else? Oh yeah, my people...my people.