Attendant: Can I get you something?
Jiveman #2: S'mo fo butter layin' to the bone. Jackin' me up. Tightly.
Attendant: I'm sorry I don't understand.
Jiveman #1: Cutty say he cant hang.
Woman : Oh stewardess, I speak jive.
Attendant: Ohhhh, good.
Woman : He said that he's in great pain and he wants to know if you can help him.
Attendant: Would you tell him to just relax and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicine.
Woman : Jus' hang loose blooood. She goonna catch up on the`rebound a de medcide.
Jiveman #2: What it is big mamma, my mamma didn't raise no dummy, I dug her rap.
Woman : Cut me som' slac' jak! Chump don wan no help, chump don git no help. Jive ass dude don got no brains anyhow.
Not only did you beat me to it, but I look like a "jive ass fool" now for my post.
So I say to the Dalai Llama...How about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know?" And he says, "...On your death bed, you will receive total consciousness."
So I got that going for me, which is nice
[[One of the best scenes from "Airplane" was the one with Barbara Billingsley ]]
That is advanced Ebonics, the stuff taught in black graduate school.
I remember Walter Williams commenting on this when it came out some years ago. He said something like
" If you see that your future lies in prison, learn ebonics. If you see your future in business, learn English."
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I forgot all about that! OMG....
The problem here is that, while this subject can provide endless fodder for humor, it is deadly serious in the lives of these young people, and the later decidedly negative implications for our society in general.
And yet...I want to laugh and scream in anguish at the same time. How can these two emotions co-exist?
Great minds tagline alike. Cool.