WOMAN A: Congratulations, girl, you done finally got yourself a good man.
WOMAN B: Oh thanks, he's great.
WOMAN A: So when you and Brian going out?
WOMAN B: Brian, oh no, I'm with another guy.
WOMAN A: Another guy? What's his name?
WOMAN B: He's known by his peeps as "Butter".
WOMAN A: Oh, does Butter have a job?
WOMAN B: Uh, not exactly, but you usually can find him near 41st and Linbrook.
WOMAN A: OK, so he has a business there?
WOMAN B: Uh, I suppose you could call it that.
WOMAN A: What does he do?
WOMAN B: He's a hustler
WOMAN A: Whatchu mean?
WOMAN B: He sells pills, weed, and zanex. He make a lot of money though. He only got caught twice. He should be OK this time.
WOMAN A: So you turned down Brian for a man who does illegal things?
WOMAN B: It's not that bad, it's not like he's hurting or killing anyone.
WOMAN A: You done fucked up, girl.
WOMAN B: You can't judge him. Only God can do it. Anybody can be a dope dealer, even lawyers and mechanics.
Dumb-ass women will use something that I like to refer to as "bitch logic". They will try to justify their dumb-ass choices by making excuse, comparing them to other bad choices, and............you guessed it, the good ole phrase of "don't judge".
The above conversation was posted in a Facebook group I'm in, and it was too good not to share. Excuse the expletives, but he's right. Some women want a contradiction for a man. He's gotta be smart, but have thug swag. He must be 6'4 with a six pack, and so on. Ladies need to make up their minds. Either you wantt this or that.
