I don't know about you, but this shit drives me up the wall. I don't deal well with ratchet hoes and thirsty ass dudes. They just irk me. Rachets stand out immediately to me. Upon starting my job, these are the loudmouth ass broads asking if there's any men in the training class this time.
Bitch, why is it important? Seriously, do you really want to mess with someone you work with? Been there, done that, hell the fuck no. Secondly, only the thirstiest of dudes are trying to get at the things I see. How the fuck are you trying to get a dude in a shirt three sizes too small with a poodle sitting on top of your head and you smell like feet wrapped in leathery burned bacon. I already said I don't deal well with stupid hoes, but these hoes take the cake. So you sitting here in your way too small shirt, talking mad shit with your ratchet ass friends. Then you notice this dude. Might be attractive. Dressed real nice. Uh oh, he might have some money.
Pause. Bitch, listen at the thoughts entering your mind right now. He might have money? Didn't he just start this place? And doesn't he come in making less than you? But he might have money? Right. So tell me, why would he want your ratchet ass? What do you have to offer him? You're just a hole he can fill for a few minutes long enough to get his nut off and then you're done. Useless. Discarded like trash. Bitch sit down and do some work. I know this is a novel idea, but they do pay your punk ass to work.
But there's that question. Why am I talking about these bitches like this? Simple, because as soon as the group of ratchets spot this dude, they gotta get him. How do they go about this? Degrading each other of course. Soon as one walks away, they talk bad about her. You're all ratchets but you gotta turn on another ratchet and pick on how ratchet she is. Do you honestly think this is appealing to this man to watch? No, it's amusing. You hoes are entertainment. And if he's a real man and he's got a woman, he's telling her so she can get a good laugh.
Pause. Now about the good woman. See, this woman has two options for dealing with the ratchets. She could come up to the job, catch a ratchet on the parking lot, and beat that ass. Or she could ignore you because she's secure that her man doesn't want a ratchet hoe because she's the best thing he ever had or will have. But, if you push her far enough, she will revert to option two and beware ratchets, because while some of you can handle yourself, too many of you talk shit only to get beat down.
Now, let's get on to thirsty ass dudes. These give real men a bad name. They are the reason women say men ain't shit. Thirsty ones are generally semi good looking. Probably not extraordinary. Just ordinary. They may or may not have some game. Probably not. They think they do because it's always a few stupid hoes that fall for the bullshit that bleeds from their pores.
Need an example? You know I will provide. So, I come to my new job and we enter into training. I'm one of the three dudes in the group. Ain't shit in this place worth looking at or fucking with. I'm here to make this money and take my ass home. It immediately becomes obvious who the thirsty dude in the class is. I call him all manner of names, from Stupid to just Thirsty. For the sake of this blog, I'm calling this dude Thirsty. So, now that we've established who the thirst belongs to, let's show the proof. First, we have a set of twins in the office. They established that they are twins. So, we go in the break room and he catches one of them and asks her who's older, her or her sister. She says her sister. He asks by how much, like one year, two years?
Pause. Bitch, what? They're twins. Mutha fuckin literal twins. As in born on the same day from the same mother within minutes of each other, TWINS. So me being the ignant bastard I am, I spoke up. I defined twins for the idiot because the girl was straight flabbergasted. We go back to the training room. About an hour later, I find out he's emailing the girl about the exact same thing and she is irritated. Mind you, we had just gone through the sexual harrassment presentation and this is directly in violation of that. Dumb ass. But ok, move on to another day. We have a Spanish speaking rep. She comes in, he's the first one to try to talk to her. Asking her name, where she's from, blah blah blah. The thirst is apparent in his eyes. He thinks he can get the foreign chick. But he's not done yet. Of course it wouldn't be complete if he didn't come onto at least one girl in training with us. And, interesting fact, every chick he's tried so far has a man, one of whom has a man that works there with us. The girl in training he can't approach himself, so he has another one ask for him. Now, I don't remember the exact wording he used. Something about I'm not trying to be your man, I'm just trying to take you out. Really? That whack ass line is what you came at he with. We knew what that meant mutha fucka. You want to smash her and gone about your business. She was too good for that one.
He gets no play, so naturally, his last resort are the ratchets.
Now this shit is funny. These ratchets want men with money. He has none. This dusty ass dude has three kids, one of whom is almost as old as some of the girls he's hitting on. He's thirty eight. Has no car. Gets dropped off by what can only be his gal several times a week. When she doesn't drop him off, he's on the bus. Now Thirsty, you know full well a ratchet hoe don't want your broke ass. And you sound stupid as shit so they're not likely to give you a test run. You sir, are fuckery cubed. Choke, twice.
This shit is a daily cycle at my job and I know other people feel me on this. Most of us work to pay bills. We don't come in to find a man or a woman. If you disagree with this, you're ratchet and/or thirsty and need to choke twice.
Now I'm gonna wrap this up but hey, use the suggestions box to give me some topics. I'm pretty sure you'll be hard pressed to find a topic I don't have an opinion on. Share the fuckery you find.
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