This is my friend Chelsi. She’s one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet, and she’s got family, loads of friends, and a boyfriend who are all worried for her. She went missing yesterday, and she’s now classified as a runaway.. Which is insane because she’s definitely not that type of person..
I’m not going to guilt you into reblogging this. I’m going to ask. If you could take 4 seconds and hit reblog, it could cause the right person to see this and bring her home. You’d want this to spread too, if this was your friend, or your sister, or your daughter.
Please just reblog this. I promise it won’t hurt your blog’s reputation. We just want her home. Thank you.
So…I think I have a stress fracture in my foot….%#*!$&!€! I looooove Insanity and HIIT training…and high heels. If the doc says I have one I will rest it until my college Homecoming and then after. Hell, I went to an HBCU…homecoming=fashion extravaganza
WHAT THE FUCK?
“Yes.”
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You tasted his sperm? What did you kiss? His dick? Chile #boo Help the #churrin
Y’ALL AIN’T SHIT!!!
^ my new fave thing to say
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!!!!!!
#terbull LOL!
Can we name the next hurricane Shaniqua or something?
I feel like if we give the hurricanes ghetto names people will be more inclined to get away from them. Hurricane Irene sounds friendly. Hurricane Dijonae sounds like it could rip your weave out if you look at it the wrong way.
This…^^
WHAT…in THE COONING HELL???? Whose child is this? Get her. Now.
For those who thought the Juanita B. speaking in tongues thing (on her FB) was fake………
goodnight
Praising the Lord… You’re doing it wrong.
jlfjadogoejfeofmdofmefa fofmodfsofsofnsdo! #shando #girlstop
For the past 14 years, my mother has been cleaning houses for a living. I still remember the first time I cleaned a stranger’s house with her. I was in charged of the bathrooms. I hated it.
I would sit on the side of the bath tub and look at the cleaning supplies in front of me. Ajax. Windex. Clorox. Dr. Clean. That shiny bald head always looking back at me.
“You’re doing it all wrong mijo,” my mother would say. She would kneel down next to me and show me the proper way to apply the Ajax on the walls. Most of the time, my mind was some place else. “Did you get that?” she’d ask. I’d just nod my head yes.
She would quickly get up and run back to the kitchen. Or throw a new load of the stranger’s laundry. Or do their beds. Or kneel back again and clean under the couches. Always moving quickly. Quicker than me. Not once complaining.
“Even if you see 5 cents or five dollars, you are not to take a single penny,” she’d tell me over our lunch break. “We might be poor, but we don’t steal.”
Every time I aced a test, she would brag to her bosses in her broken English. I would thank them for congratulating me and go back outside to clean their patio.
I can’t ever thank that woman enough for making me the man I am now.
To support the rights of domestic workers, please visit http://www.domesticworkers.org/
I cannot support this enough.
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