MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Whiteboys don’t listen to funk no more, you know that? It got took from the whiteboy curriculum.
And he liked that Yammy appreciated the Fatback. Whiteboys don’t listen to funk no more, you know that? It got took from the whiteboy curriculum. Whiteboy quality gone way down while Thumper was inside.
From Thumper the Mover
Thumper kept poking buttons on the dashboard in hopes of finding some magic combination that would make it 1985 again.
“Radio ain’t a thing no more, Thump,” Jaekwel said.
“It is! It is, I got radio last week, swear to God!” Thumper kept poking buttons on the dashboard in hopes of finding some magic combination that would make it 1985 again. “Oh! Do it podcassed, I know ’bout that, there’s nigga shit on that. My parole officuh said it, there’s radio on satellites. Google it. It’s called podcassed, they do podcass it on Youtube.”
“Thumper, podcasting, satellite radio and Youtube are all different things.”
“Well, there’s Fatback on ’em! Put on Fatback!” Thumper leggo the buttons on the dashboard. Fatback was some old-nigga shit. Thumper assumed Deon and Jaekwel knew about Fatback, cuz every nigga oughta know Fatback and in prison Thumper put a smackdown on any nigga who ain’t show Fatback proper respect. “Put in Fatback on yo’ phone, nigga. I put in Fatback on my phone and it did it.” He made a little sound effect and a inscrutable gesture. “Scrrp. Just type it in, nigga. Fatback. One word.”
From Thumper the Mover
He typed in fatback, cuz that was what he was looking at, what his ears was craving, what his mouth was hungry for and and what his pecker was currently deep within.
On came music, but it was some plastic-twang twinkie-fried country music that never seen a trailer park, so Thumper turned it right off. He typed in fatback, cuz that was what he was looking at, what his ears was craving, what his mouth was hungry for and and what his pecker was currently deep within.
Luckily, Frank Johnson’s honky phone got Fatback in it, and that was Thumper’s kinda funk, so he pumped up the volume.
That’s proper music, nigga. If you ain’t never listen to Fatback, go put it in the internet now. Hope yo’ booty don’t got plans, cuz it’s go’n be shaking and baking!
They got deep on the convo then, and they went outside to the backyard to drink beer without the clamor of the buttnugget bullshit flowing from the speakers.
Then he brung her out to the car, passing through the living room and the speakers blaring out some spirit-sapping “rock”.
Thumper drove her home in silence.
He wanna put on some Fatback. That’s proper music, nigga. If you ain’t never listen to Fatback, go put it in the internet now. Hope yo’ booty don’t got plans, cuz it’s go’n be shaking and baking!