Right, she can’t speak “English” and can’t read it either, cursive or typed. Who paid for her cell phone?
Who paid for her cell phone?
“That’s Retarded Sir”
“Thatz Reelly Retarded Sir”
You know, she said that just fine and with near perfect diction.
I recall when she was pressed to ease up on her mumbling in hushed tones stick she quite functional.
Hell, she could be a Rosetta Stone interpretor, if she applied herself, and make a pretty decent living, while helping idiots who apparently speak only Creole.
Elvis left the building and King Creole was a hip shaking fool.
All these retarded A-holes pretending, projecting and presumming to know the culture of those who speak Creole are into creative writing and given to some rather expansive works of fiction.
I use to live in Oklahoma. The company I worked for was based Monroe, LA(thatz pronounced Munrow by local).
I never met any functional retards of Creole heritage.
I’ll admit their humor was dry and sarcastic, so much that even a jaded, loud mouthed, New Yorker would at least think they are funny as he’ll.
I even had some Angry Creole customers down around MaSter and Cushing, Oklahoma but, I recall their English getting pretty decent when doing business.
Seems they didn’t want to be misunderstood and I thoughts they were pretty smart as well.
Precious was putting on an act with her shy demure.
You take a look at her posture, gate as she walked, her mouth work and tongue hanging aside like Jubba the Hutt for effect that says “You’re not important and you’re wasting my time”.
That along with her hand mannerisms, flipping her head in annoyance of your petty questions, followed by the exclamation point of the rolled eyes “Oh No You D-int!”
No, I’m quite certain in her natural environment she is a formidable beast, who not only feels comfortable throwing her weight around but, finds relevancy in her life by those who are cowed by her brutish behavior.
She validates herself.