Ah no, yo be thinkin thiss jes annutha dumbbass Hypostopus thredd. Not so, and be barren wid me an ah be tellin yo WHY! Da fat boy, ever nite he gedda shuggah high, an he get up bout 3AM an get on line. I be thinkin, dat fatass be talkin his girl fren! But no. He be talkina YOU. White boys! (Doan get me started!) So ah lookit he sinein onna ISP, an ah see he imp-per-son-ate me! ME! CASS-AN-DRA! So ah redes de thredd he poss on, an' ah lookit he otha ali-ass, and I SEE, he fixate on Jack! A ole man! But CASS-AN-DRA, she no dummee, bin onna street to long. So she rede. An she rede. An she make som sens uddis Jack. So MUCH so, she see dat de 'Pus doan no Jack Shit! Dis Jack stuff simple! Caint argya widda man lak CHOCOLAT! Den ah watch de 'Pus trade. He so lame. Lak he fuk! Den ah see a nu Jack thredd, start by a nice boy. Seem so promisin. Den de same bitta ole men attakim, an de thredd turna shit. So CASS-AN-DRA think: ah bin watchin de 'Pus trade alla day, disgust he allus rong. Ah lookit Jack, he allus rite. So hear, CASS-AN-DRA goan channel Jack fo yo. Fenix, doan yo stott inon me. Ah BITCH SLAP yo iffn yo does. I moan ta u, u ole perv! De fus lessn commence widda nex post. Memba, dis be MAH thredd! Ain goin take no shit noboddy! Ah speck JohnnyK (he soun soooo pretty), BA_Tradah (is yo white?), and Nkhoi (uh girl lakka manna few word, they think he lisnen!) ta pos nice like. Jack iffn he no whut gud fo him, he stay away. Iffn he doan, CASS-AN-DRA goan call Miss Liz and we goan tawk! Why yo sposes she let dat ole man fly a airplain widdout a engine? He rich, yo no!