Was Weesie Jefferson a gold digger? Of course not, but the same can't be said for millions of women during this American recession. This weekend in Atlanta, I bumped into a guy and girl having an argument. I guess the guy tried to “holla” at her when something went wrong because she screamed out: “You don't have enough money to take my dog on a date.” I laughed at them, and told her: “I pay light bills.”
Groupies are funny to me, with freak' em dresses, designer shoes and more face paint than the Ultimate Warrior, Homie Da Clown, and the entire rock group KISS combined, they go out to the clubs and try to hook a baller, rapper or brother with money. As for me, the groupies say I'm too choosy. While at one of the events for “Ludaday Weekend,” a weekend of events hosted by Ludacris & DTP, I cringed at how blatant the groupie-ism was being showcased. I saw shirts that said “F--- Me Tonight,” “I'll Steal Your Boyfriend” and at least four that said: “I have a P*ssy, I make the rules.” I'm going make a shirt for men that says “I Pay Light Bills,” because good sex is claimed by everyone, but a light bill being paid, that will get you laid for sure.
Which brings me back to the two people I saw arguing in the parking lot...I can imagine how big the female must of felt when she disgraced the dude by basically calling him broke. Is she looking for a man to buy her gifts, pay her light bill, and sweep her into a life of luxury? Or has the price of a woman fell so much that a drink, VIP access and a few pictures with celebrities could be worth her soul? I'll let you know when I wake her up. And to think groupies say I'm too choosy.
-Blogxilla