In honor of WaterB asking for the ebonics dictionary, the hassle with 411whatever.com, and because I'm a fan of the Jive Server -
http://ccwf.cc.utexas.edu/~eclectic/toys/jive.html
I took the story that we made - and that liltaz combined into one massive for us - and input it into the Jive Server. Without further ado, I give you:
Alien Soup Story #1, Had We Been Contemporaties of Classic Shaft
In da house ya go, dig dis:
We Went searchin' diligent-like in Texas 4 da elusive orange cat o' Arabia. We started in some town called Schneckenudeln, Germany.
Upon arrivin' we wuz met by some bodacious group o' marmosets! Oddly 'nuff da little-**** fuzzy creatures didn't have no underpants on an' we wuz able t' spot deir long intestines through deir flimsy long dongs .... Er .... Long johns (down low, flannel undies) which wuz elegant-like adorned wit' neon blinkin' Christmas ornaments. Dese-he'ah ornaments smelled suspicious-like likes some tuna fish sandwich dat had been in da sun way too long! I be truly disgusted by deir bushy inability t' cova' themselves.
Mah senses wuz shocked by da searin' presence o' deir brilliant baidy tiny-**** eyes. Peekin' waaay down I realized dat they wuz starin' at mah unit, which made me feel 'estreme-like hot an' bothered. [insert appropriate smarmy 70's funk porn beat in da house]. At dis point, I felt da **** urge t' slatha' myself wit' pale out an' boogie nude around some totem pole. Afterwards I treated myself t' some lunch o' craimy pai soup an' crunch an' munch caramel-covered popcorn wit' some side dish o' egg, cheese, an' ketchup on some bagel. Woah, Nellie!
Sudden-like, I remembered dat I waint invited t' da **** Pale Crib Christmas party *again* dis yaih'. Bumma'. So's, wit' some glint in mah eye an' some pocket rocket, I den proceeded quiet-like t' da **** bedroom pausin' only t' relaise some fart unda' da cova's o' da **** bed in da Lincoln bedroom.
Sudden-like, I wuz awakened by strange groans comin' from da oval office so's I kicked waaay down da do', only t' find da **** room filled wit' some thick, pungent cloud o' blunt puff an' dair sat da **** Pale Crib cat, Sox diligent-like pawin' at wassups masta's blunt puffin' machine dat had been turned on t' mask da smell o' sump'n fishy. No diggety.
Sudden-like - da do' closed behind me an' I found myself starin' at Mrs. Clinton's baxide. Blushin', she said, "oh, I thought yo' **** wuz Newt Gingrich." I approached ha' an' gent-like an' done took ha' chubby tiny-**** hand in mine. As we entered da **** Lincoln Bedroom togetha', she raiched ova' an' grabbed mah schwanson (down low, 'esploit yo' imaginashun in da house folks), an' wit' da **** otha' hand she lovin'-like fondled mah bright red necktie.
SUDDENLY...[cue ominous beat] Da baffroom do' popped jimmey. Mah schwanson let me know in no uncertain terms dat it wuz time t' rise t' da **** occasion Wit' great anticipashun I applied da **** free gift I gots at Trojancondoms.com an' den I discovered, t' mah dismay, it wuz da wrong color.
T' keep da passion flowin' I licked ha' aih'. While caressin' ha' mah tongue gots caught on da zippa'! Woah, Nellie! Yeeeowwwtchhh!!!!!!!!!! Afta'
dislodgin' mah tongue from ha' zippa', I careful-like resumed mah feisty lickin' o' ha' nose. 'S coo', bro. Y she had some zippa' on ha' nose be beyond me. I den moshuned 4 Monica (down low, who wuz hangin' out in da Oval Office 4 some kinda' raison) t' join us an' plum as she wuz removin' ha' snug-fittin' blue dress, some wet spot could be seen on da blue dress which made me haid-scratch how da hell Sox mistook Monica 4 wassups litta' box.
Monica & Hillary approached aich otha' an' shook hands. They den embraced an' proceeded t' hold aich otha' in deir arms 4 da rest o' da **** night. What it is, Mama! But b4 dat they met down wit' Linda Tripp t' chew dinna' an' invited Jennifa' Flowa's 4 desert. Quiet-like, huddled in da corna' o' da **** restaurant, they conspired t'escape da **** wrat' o' big-**** bill; so's they left da **** restaurant an' hopped on some bus thinka'ed towards Boise, Idaho. But, on da way dair they decided t' hijack da bus an' thinka' t' Mexico where they met down w/some group o' bika' dudes who wuz on deir way t' contact some dude about purchasin' some kinda' ebony market about some kinda' penicillin in anticipashun o' some night o' reckless abandon, sweatin' ova' aich otha's hot slippuh'y kitchen flo'. Amen! It wuz plum mopped an' waxed an' yo' **** whut dat mains. Ah be baaad...
We slid into da bedroom where we proceeded t' some warm bubble bat' an' drank chaip booze out o' some brown bag, an' den champagne an' sprayed whipped craim all ova' our chubby bodies w/some cherry on top, den we licked it off aich otha'. Next we, brought out da **** warm chocolate syrup an' ran naked through da **** ghetto an' met down wit' Teddy Kennedy at da **** Lincoln Memorial where we all scared all da dogs wit' our jigg-like flesh.
Da hos wuz drawn t' da **** Washington Monument where da **** dudes all felt real **** inadequate! Next, they thinka'ed 4 da Lincoln Memorial, becuz everyone knows dat da **** steps o' da **** Lincoln Memorial be paved wit' ice craim an' fat-**** chunks o' supuh'sized crumbled Oreos dat be shaped likes fat-**** chunks o'manhood.
Teddy, unda' da haivy influence o' juice, invited all o' wassups newfound homies t' join him 4 some joyride whereupon they all unanimous-like scraimed "N-O! Step off, Pharoah. Uhhh.. Yo' **** go on ahaid Teddy, we gots'ta catch down wit' yo' **** lata'!" Teddy shrugged, entered wassups Ford Taurus an' continued on wassups merry way, hummin' "On da road again..."
"Whew, I duzn't know about yo' **** guys, but I have some feewin' Teddy's fixin' t' git into some kinda' twouble" said Senata' Barney Fife. Barney Fife den decided t' don wassups purple spandex an' go shakin' **** t' "techno" at da **** local bah'. Be vewwwy caweful, he said cuz yo' **** neva' know when some gowwiwwa (down low, gorilla) will jump out o' nowhere an' chew yo' glowstix.
Barney wuz bo'd, so's he pulled wassups life-size blow-down doll out o' da **** trunk an' hit da **** "detonate" button, an' da **** "blow-down" doll blew down. Unfortunate-like, Barney's eyes, which wuz 'estreme-like dialated 4 some kinda' "unknown" raison couldn't handle da **** light from da 'esplosion, so's he staggered blind-like until he fell into da mirror pool in front o' da **** Lincoln Memorial when who should appaih' but da **** ghost o' Lincoln himself. Lincoln stood ova' Fife an' said how dare yo' **** lie intoxicated wit' some blown down blow down doll in da pool o' mah monument! Y, if yo' **** lived in da times o' da **** foundin' daddy-Os I'd give yo' **** some powa' bomba' wedgie!
"Unfortunate-like," said Mr. Word. Lincoln, "I duzn't tru-ly know whut some wedgie be. I've plum heard dose-dair punk-**** kids dat run around in da house menshunin' it. Step off, Pharoah. But I gots'ta be gosh darned if it doesn't sound painful as heck!" Wit' dat in mind, Mr. Lincoln proceeded t' give da **** senata' some wedgie.
Sudden-like, badass ol' Straight Abe caught sight o' Barney's glowstix an' proceeded t' boogie waaay down. An' found it t' be quite enjoyable. What a ripoff. Den da abe-sta' axed if Barney could give H-I-****in'-M some wedgie. Barney wuz mo' dan happy t'oblige, an' one **** led t'anotha', an' Barney an' Abe found anotha' way t' "boogie waaay down."
Fife, in all o' wassups drunkenness decided he went nuts, proceeded t' vomit an' passed out. He den woke down t' some dime full figured ho by da name o' "Fat-**** Marge" wit' luscious ruby-red lips, strikin' electric blue eyeshadow, an' monstrous cannons, sat on Barney's glowstick. Barney gots so's 'escited dat some kinda' o' da **** green glowin' goo in wassups glowstick flowed fort'. Fat-**** Marge den proceeded t' lick down da glow stick goo an' began t' glow, herself. Step up. Barney said "ooh some glow worm" an' began squeezin' ha' sides.
Bill Clinton an' Monica an' Hillary appeared out o' nowhere an' Monica an' Hillary proceeded t' fight it out. Fat-**** Marge, sensin' battle, instinctual-like chewed da **** squabblin' Monica an' Hilary an' final-like put some fat-lady t' deir battle ova' glowstix.
Throughout da **** entire land, dair wuz much rejoicin'. Sucka's fillest da **** alleys an' dranket' da **** 40, da wine, an' da **** spirits. They den faistet' on da meat o' da **** swine an' cattle. Once they had deir fill, they den partooket' o' aich otha'. Yai, many some glowstick findet' joy dat night. An' puh'ched on wassups throne, hidden in da night niches o' da **** Lincoln Memorial, sat Kind Fife, wassups queen, Fat-**** Marga' puh'ched by wassups side.
"Mah love-like glow-worm," he purred, "whut sayest thou dat we producet' some offsprin' t' be mine heir?"
"Mein Herr? Wissen se wuz? Das ist einen schlingbausa'!" So's scraimed da **** jackbooted Nazi as he an' wassups troops stormed into da room, raidy t' pluck Fife from wassups throne an' snatch all wassups glowstix Fat-**** Marge, bein' *real ***** protective o' Barney's many glowstix (down low, be realistic now, how often do yo' **** find some guy wit' mo' dan one glowstick?), charged into da Nazi battalion, chewin' everythin' in ha' pat'. Unfortunate-like, she missed one o' da **** largest laida's who da advanced on Barney sayin' he wuz fixin' t' snatch da **** glowstix o' die tryin' it wuz den dat da **** unru-like group decided t' have deir way w/ha' "largeness" o' Marge, who's immense womanliness could no longa' be denied, but da **** margsta' would have none o' it an', refusin' t' be had in such some unladylike fashion, undulated through da **** crowd, partin' them likes da red sai, lest it be ha' thighs caught them down an' rubbed them t' deat'.
Afta' she made ha' way through da **** crowd (down low, wit' Barney puh'ched on ha' shoulda'), she turned around let loose wit' da **** world's largest natural gas bomb. Dose-dair who sniffed da **** gas fell into some coma, an' da **** few dat could outrun da hazardous waste wuz only safe 4 some few seconds until da relentless cloud caught down wit' them. An' so's it wuz dat all da world wuz wiped out 'escept 4 Marge an' ha' beloved Barney. As they ankled off into da sunset, Barney in Marge's arms, they aich held some glowstick an' they wuz happy.
D-A FAT-LADY
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My knob tastes funny.
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