MoneyFunnyGuy
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Diallo Khumalo hasn’t been in America for that long. He had moved here with his family a year ago and had graduated highschool. He missed his home of Africa but he knew that he would be getting good opportunities here. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to deal any white bitches giving him problems.
The young black man had a sculpted body and he knew it. He worked hard for it. The black ladies that he picked up loved him and he knew it. They were the quality ones. A couple friends he made here told him about how he should give white women a chance but no way in hell this was happening. His roommate, Gordon, a white guy who liked to spend his time getting high and just be lazy all day had a white girlfriend that Diallo wanted nothing to do with. She would try to get Gordon to do things with her but he always wanted to do his thing of getting high, drinking, and watching TV when he didn’t have to work. Diallo kept forgetting what name the bitch had and frankly he didn’t care. As long as she bothered Gordon and minded her business it was whatever.
He was doing push ups when he heard a knock at the door.
“Can you get that?” Gordon asked as he drank from his beer can.
Diallo gets up and shrugs, walking to the door and getting it. He rolled his eyes when he saw that it was exactly who he thought she was.
“Gordon, your girl is here.” Diallo said. “Susie? Michelle? Whatever her name is.”
The young black man had a sculpted body and he knew it. He worked hard for it. The black ladies that he picked up loved him and he knew it. They were the quality ones. A couple friends he made here told him about how he should give white women a chance but no way in hell this was happening. His roommate, Gordon, a white guy who liked to spend his time getting high and just be lazy all day had a white girlfriend that Diallo wanted nothing to do with. She would try to get Gordon to do things with her but he always wanted to do his thing of getting high, drinking, and watching TV when he didn’t have to work. Diallo kept forgetting what name the bitch had and frankly he didn’t care. As long as she bothered Gordon and minded her business it was whatever.
He was doing push ups when he heard a knock at the door.
“Can you get that?” Gordon asked as he drank from his beer can.
Diallo gets up and shrugs, walking to the door and getting it. He rolled his eyes when he saw that it was exactly who he thought she was.
“Gordon, your girl is here.” Diallo said. “Susie? Michelle? Whatever her name is.”