5 Ways To Stop “That” Dude From Trying To Talk To You

Every woman complains about the same things when it comes to finding some of that good lovin’: at some point in time, all the wrong men were trying to holler. Not only were they trying to holler, they would holler when she would go out of the house in a paisley-print muumuu, some tights, and a headwrap that was NOT the father from the motherland.

Basically, “that” dude is out there lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce on you and hold you hostage to his crip-wallking teeth and incendiary conversation about his self-improvement program, Everest College, and why women don’t know a good thing when they see it. Plus, his scurl has NEVER been on fire.

To take it a step further, let’s just paint a picture of the guy women don’t want to holler at them the most, a composite if you will.

Ready?

Set. Go.

Gold teeth. Lime green 3-piece suit with 8 buttons (kind of like a Steve Harvey special), one too many pieces of jewelry, some Stacey Adams wing-tips, a temple-fade haircut with the Philly-dye to fill in his edges, drinking some sort of dark-liquor concoction that MUST include Hennessey. Oh yes, and he is particular to women he can affectionately call “redbone”. He also likes to call you “shawty” or “lil mama”. And he JUST might be 51 and have a child your age.

Possibly.

Most women go wrong by trying to reason with the dude or being nice hoping he’ll go away. These cats don’t go away. They’re like roaches. “No” is not a word that means go away. It means try harder. But unlike the Geto Boys, they CAN be stopped – without a shot to the eye. No Reality Kings.

It’s 2010 and VSB is still in the crimefighting business. If you keep getting hollered at by Svelt Leon you might stop going out and nobody will ever get the chance to talk to you. You’ll end up like the women we assumed Helena Andrews was talking about.

So here are some ways to stop Romeo in his tracks:

1. Tell him you have an STD before he even gets going. Sure  you’re deading your chances of talking to ANYBODY in the club you’re at, but be real, you and the guy you DON’T want to talk to are at the same spot. Chances are you probably should stop going there anyway. “Those” dudes travel in packs and they DON’T go to places where it seems like all the women read good. Kids don’t scare away men, but STDs? Fear of God (unless he already has one and thinks a second one might cancel it out – like I said, you shouldn’t be there.)

2. Tell him that your daddy is a cop (and you actually know him). For some reason, Black people really don’t trust police. I have no earthly idea why. But NOBODY wants to date a cop’s daughter. It just seems like a bad idea. Plus, if you know your daddy AND he’s a cop, he’s probably overprotective and watching you like Rockwell. Just seems like a better idea to talk to the chick in the 2-sizes too small pink leopard onesie.

3. Start talking about politics and local elections. This might backfire 1/100 times, but most hood ignant dudes don’t know nothing about no ‘lections. Mostly because they either can’t or don’t vote. To complete the murder, just ask him about his favorite book that wasn’t written by Donald Goines. He’ll go talk to a chick who thinks Zane is fine literature.

4. Ask him if he’s holding any crack on him. Not coca-ina. Crack. Nobody wants to intentionally date a crackhead, no matter how fine she is. That should be a surprise.

5. Say, “I bet you have small wang. (To friends, loudly) Hey, doesn’t he look like he has a small wang?” He’ll either pull it out to prove you wrong and thus embarass himself and possibly go to jail (win/win) or get mad and call you a “b*tch” and roll out because you are crazy, loud, and ignant. Just remember, he may try to kill you later on that night so I’d be careful with that one.

So good people of VSB, what are some other ways to get the wrong guys to not holler?

Floor? All yours.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL, HE A 3

Different Women Like Different Things…

It’s Friday.  Thankyajeefus.

I hope and pray that you all can access youtube wherever you are because what I’m posting right now…is that gospel.

As ridiculously retarded as this dudes philosophy seems, it’s right on point.  Or at least highly entertaining.

Definitely VSB-topic worthy.  In fact, this dude is making the video version of what could easily have been a post here at the relationship dope spot. Hmm…video discussions of posts?   Hmmm….

So…

VSB meet Mr. Chi City.  Mr. Chi City, meet VSB.

This video is entitled:  Keeping your refrigerator stocked will get you many women.

Watch.  And learn.

Annnnnnnnnnnd discuss.  Is dude full of bullmalarkey or is there truth to his shenanigans?

Just where is the Honeycomb Hideout?

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD 3

tale of the tape: “hood” vs “ghetto”

coming to a hood near you
coming to a hood near you

there’s a very pronounced difference between the adjectives “hood and ghetto” and their respective connotations. for many, hood is a state of mind…a practical, unpretentious and, at times, hilariously resourceful way of doing things born from sheer necessity (think erykah badu).

ghetto, on the other hand, describes blatantly ignant and uncouth actions (think random unmarried hoodrat with three kids by three different fathers. in other words…think erykah badu again)

despite these facts, its still extremely difficult to pin-point and articulate their distinguishable traits.

as a self-proclaimed master of semantics, i’ve decided to end the confusion today, offering you all a simple guidebook to help to tell the difference between “hood” and “ghetto”. enjoy and sh*t

kool-aid is inherently hood, especially the darker colors (red and grape).
serving kool-aid at a wedding reception is ghetto, regardless of how great you think black cherry goes with tilapia.

hood

definitely hood

ghetto-idtiot

definitely ghetto, and definitely a great advertisement for birth control

tims in the summertime is hood. musty, but hood.
tims at the prom is disgustingly ghetto

chicken places that serve chicken with things that chicken traditionally doesn’t go with (waffles, pancakes, oysters, midgets) are very hood.

chicken places that run out of chicken at 7pm because they’re done cooking for the night, even though they close at 11 are ghetto (is this just a pittsburgh thing? please tell me that it is. please tell me that the kfc’s and popeyes in other places in the country actually still allow you to purchase chicken 5 hours before closing)

carrying a “buck 50″ (a “buck 50″ is a razorblade for those not well-versed in hoodspeak. it’s referred to as a “buck 50″ because a slice to the face usually results in 150 stitches. btw, knowing random sh*t like this makes me feel more black. its not a game with the champ’s blackness. my blackness will kick you blacknesses ass) with you at all times is hood. it’s especially hood if you carry it in your mouth

using that same razorblade for things such as “clipping fingernails”, “cutting salad”, and “changing diapers” is hilariously ghetto

despite having no literary skills whatsoever, writing a well selling book about your sexual exploits as a video vixen is actually pretty hood

being named “supahead” and actually allowing yourself to be referred to as supahead is the epitome of ghettoness. in fact, the name “supahead” in itself is so ghetto, that anything associated with it (including bill maher) becomes ghetto by osmosis.

peeing while waiting in line at the club is hood and a surprisingly effective bagging technique.

sitting down to go to the bathroom at any point while you’re actually in the club, unless you’ve been overcome with a sudden bout of amoebic dysentery, is ghetto

in an odd paradox, the jay-z’s “so ghetto“, off of “volume 3: life and times of s.carter” is actually pretty hood, while dj khaled’s “i’m so hood” is quite possibly the ghettoest thing ever conjured in the history of ninjadom

using a spades game as a viable double dating and/or hook-up opportunity is definitely hood

writing “big” and “little” in big ass black letters with a marker on the jokers because your dumb ass cant remember which is which, is ghetto

“md 20/20″ is hood, until you reach 21. basically, if its legal for you to drink it, it’s ghetto.

breakfast for dinner is hood

the breakfast song? ummm, does the term uberghetto exist?

grilling outdoors while its snowing is hood
grilling outdoors with a robe on while its snowing is ghetto (sorry dad)

having a childrens birthday party at mcdonalds is hood
having childrens birthday party at mcdonalds and making all the guests buy their own food is ghetto

i know i’m forgetting a few. people of vsb.com, what say you? in your opinion, whats the difference between “hood” and “ghetto”?

—the champ