HUTSPA
... the most highly concentrated area, yes, ladies, the ass, gut not included. See, this is what happens, God knew he had given us the shaft, so he decided to try to make up for it by giving us the power of hutspa. Since we had already been cursed with, the inconvenience of sitting to pee, the bobbing of our boobs when we run, our monthly appointment, papsmeres, labor pains, and men with small dicks, he figured he would give us HUTSPA, to accommodate for the imbalance of our lives. The key to this whole cycle of womanhood is finding a man. Once you find a man, you make him a trainable man, by applying a small amount of HUTSPA; it’s called playing hard to get. When he begins to come around, but you start loosing him because he starts listening to his friends “You should leave that bitch alone she’s not what’s up,” that’s when you go in for the kill, you let him fuck your brains out, and you work him like you ain’t got no food, and you need the overtime! Face it, you do. You need this boy to become a well trained man, and you don’t have time to take chances. You have got to give training that momma’s boy all you have got. And then, then you are have claimed you place as Queen of Sheba from that night on. Hold on, before I go any farther, girlfriend, don’t bring no dirty ass niggas up in your house and try to train his filthy ass. That is more work for you. You need to find an already clean, wealthy, smart, sensual, fine-ass mother fucker who is a little stuck on himself because all you need to do is stop make that son of a bitch stop smelling his own ass. Otherwise you are going to have to work a brother through his McDonald’s-manager- wanna-be days, and only God knows how long that shit will take. Women al...