Thursday, November 27, 2014
You know when it's gotten chaotic when a pastor finds himself at war with a female pastor who is on the cusp getting a sex change and has desires to be with his wife while having polygamy tendencies. You can read more about it in the sequel. For now, you can get to know Samuel Lee Baker in the first book because he's beginning to question his Christianity and why he's getting richer and his church minions are getting poorer. Purchase your copy of "The Bold and the Ugly Truth" today on Amazon.
So here's the thing...and this post is for the black folks! You're want America to honor the enslavement, demise, and lynching of our people in AmeriKKKa but..you're willing to honor a HELL-A-DAY called Thanks KILLING where Native Americans where raped, butchered, and robbed of their land? Smells like contradiction to me. You should be giving thanks EVERYDAY, and since your black asses wanna boycott these major corporations due to the Ferguson verdict, why not boycott Black Friday because of the demise of Native Americans as well? I mean, you don't mind shoving that greasy turkey leg down your throat at the expense of Native Americans, right? But you're willing to boycott, loot, and vandalize shit because of what happened to this young man? Don't get me wrong; I know the judicial system is fucked up but I still don't understand why you people are surprised about the verdict. This shit has been going on for DECADES and it won't stop anytime soon. Therefore, boycotting major corporations for two little bitty ass days will NOT take money out of these devil's pockets. If it wasn't for that verdict being rendered this week, ya'll know damn well you'd have your asses standing in those long queues at Walmart, Target, Toy-R-US to buy shit you know you're more than likely going to return when you fall short your bills. Next year, you clowns will be standing in line waiting to buy Christmas presents for your loved ones and it would like that boy's life never mattered. FUCK OUTTA HERE! Notice the verdict was rendered on the SAME week of Black Friday? Now marinate on that and oh, Happy THANKS KILLING! I'm out.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
My third novel "The Bold and the Ugly Truth" will be published while my second novel "Lust Over Trust" which will be renamed "When it All Hits the Fan" will be re-released. "The Bold and the Ugly Truth" will be published in two weeks and I know it will offend Christians but...oh well. Stay tuned, folks! :)
I recently relocated to a different state. Thanks to the wonderful organization I'm with. Unlike some so-called queens of radio, I am actually part of an organization who pays me to learn and still paid for my relocation expenses AND sent me an advance to invest in my new apartment and other living expenses. I feel great but I am humbled. All glory to the creator because he's the ultimate source and many people forget about him. Any way, I'm a new business analyst, budding fragrance line owner, AND published author who is on the rise. I am so darn blessed. Selah.
Hey, bed wench! Yes, you. If you're planning to come for me, you better come with ALL the facts because, bitch I have plenty of dirt on you to BURY you in it. Sure, I lived with you in that raggedy ass house you called a home and you don't think I don't know you were NEVER engaged because it was and it's STILL a cover up for you using your so-called white master daddy Kevin. So, when you come for me just present the facts and nothing but the facts, dig? Because when I ultimately blast your ass, your deceased mother will feel my wrath as well. Yeah, I mentioned your mother. Who else did you inherit your fucked up ways from? Yeah..I thought so, ho. You're a so-called big shot on INTERNET radio but the people who know who you really are know that you're an opportunistic dog beating cantankerous old bed wench! You talk the talk but you're financially and physically unable to walk the walk. Stay tuned for some more "exposure"! And by the way, you can blast me all you want because I am building an empire and I welcome ALL the exposure, good or bad! So, go ahead and fatten my pocketbook because you'se still a broke ho. With your "I can't come up with an innovative radio show topic to save my pappy's life" and "I used to suck Kevin's dick to pay my bills" ass. Girl, bye! LOL
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
I'm excited to announce that I will be relocating to another state to accept a Business Analyst role. I am super super excited and I look forward to more endless possibilities and opportunities. Be on the look out for more updates because a working woman's work is NEVER done. Cheers to all the women who are actually making moves than only talking about it.
How does it feel to put your so-called career on the back burner so that you can report to an actual job you hate! See, humility will take you further than your greed for money and trampling over your true supporters to obtain it. No one wants to work with a belligerent battle ax who has no track record and no professionalism. Since your show is entitled "A Touch of Reality" why you don't incorporate it into your REAL life situations because your internet persona doesn't match your real-life persona. For those who know you or know about you, are well aware that you're nothing more than a struggling pauper who has a pipe dream of a radio show. Do yourself a favor - see a dentist, adjust your attitude, and maybe....just MAYBE, someone will take a chance on the likes of you. You have to produce honey to attract bees. If you produce FECES, you'll attract flies. Oh, and your breath matches our attitude. Go figure. Selah!
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
I plan to write a book about these damn "Israelites"and their damn doctrine. No offense to the Israelites who know how to use logic when referencing scripture.I'm talking about these damn Facebook Israelite/Profit/Polygamy NIGGALITES! Yeah, I'll be debunking you because you're worse than the damn Christians and many of you worship your damn elders like they're God or something. Many of you mind as well go back to Sunday Church and eat your pork pie (Pepperoni Pizza with extra cheese) because ya'll be on that bullshit and I don't give a crap who gets offended because if I affront you, I'm talking about you too. #AJOURNED
Friday, July 25, 2014
I am elated to say I'm at the latter of the second phase at my Quality Assurance Testing Training. I look forward to an astounding career in Quality Assurance Testing. I've come a long away and I'm a blossoming Rose and I couldn't have done it without God because he made it possible - he gives me the breath to do what I want and need to do. We're supposed to graduate in on August 18th. Technology world, HERE I COME! By the way, I plan to release more books and launch a fragrance line. Stay tuned, folks :D
Friday, July 18, 2014
I'll spend my weekend watching movies, getting my hair done, attending a wellness event at a church, and getting some writing done. Yep, that's my life in a nutshell. I don't expend my energy on the idiot box. It's littered all sorts of foolery and fuckery. My life is a semi-reality show minus the ratchedness. Matter of fact, I need to read more. I'm tired and as I write this post, my eyes are beginning to cross. Ehh..it's been a long day. QA Testing is a huge job and career. Enjoy your weekend by doing something productive. Ok, zzzzzz........
Today's assessment was long and a little tedious because of the time constraint. Otherwise, I think I did ok. I don't think I flunked but I think I still got a passing grade. It is rumored that our old supervisor who was fired this week shall be returning. Boy, I sure hope not because I don't need any extra pressure added to understanding the concept of my QA job. I don't think she'll ever come back, though. Her minions blow so much hickory-smoke up her ass, they really believe she's coming back. She's articulate and she's educated. She'll find a job no time flat. Good riddance. #Corporatelife
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I bought a bottle of Biotin yesterday. It is supposed to help promote hair growth, strengthen nails, and clear up the skin. I would like to have longer locs and clearer skin. I'll see how this works out. I also plan to drink plenty of water because Biotin is water soluble and if you don't drink enuff water you'll break out. Taking this vitamin will be my excuse to drink plenty of water. I'll keep you all posted.
Monday, July 14, 2014
I spend my time learning about Quality Assurance Testing, finding defects, preventing defects, and executing test cases by using ALL of the five test box techniques - Equivalent Partition, Boundary Value Analysis, State Transition, Use Cases, Decision Table, and GUI Objects. If you're a fellow QA Tester, you understand this language. Perhaps, you never mention the name of the black box techniques but you simply apply them on a regular basis. I heard the requirements are lengthy and you may have to use more than one of those techniques. It can be tedious but it's fun when you under the concept of each technique. I cannot wait to graduate in September so that I can get my feet wet. Stay tuned. :)
I decided it time for me to debunk these fakes Hebrew Israelites because they're worse than the typical Sunday church Christians. These Negros eat their pork, smoke their crack, BEAT their women, and celebrate these pagan holidays on the low AND on the forefront. Yeah, these Negros should be called out because some of them spread their AIDS in the community and the women are whores. Yeah, I SAID IT. No shade on the TRUE and RIGHTEOUS Hebrew Israelites. Just the FAKE ASS HEBREW ISRAELITES. You are despicable and the create is not pleased with you heathens. I should make a video about this madness because the Hebrew community ain't what it seems. Ask those FAG-O-LITES aka The Great Mill Stones. They loathe women and they endorse RAPE of young girls and women as a whole. You sick pricks! And for you chauvinistic Israelites who say the woman can't teach anything and you treat women like they're inferior, you mind as well make an alliance with The Great Millstones because they don't respect women either. Go ahead and post your scripture to justify your nonsense. I'll wait, LOL.
See, this is why I don't subscribe to Hebrew Israelite camps anymore because not only do they have their own doctrine like these Sunday Christian churches, but some of them wear funny looking costumes and they look like a bunch of foolish super Hebrew NIGGALITES. I can't. I just DAMN CAN'T *Laughing my ass off*
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Ladies, if you're overweight please dress appropriately. It isn't cool to wear ill-fitted apparel that exposes your stomach, boobies, and ASSets. There's nothing wrong with being confident and comfortable in your skin. But remember this, there's a thin line between dressing modestly, classy, and professional and stuffing yourself in an outfit that makes you look like an overstuffed pork sausage. Plus sized people are heavily and incessantly stigmatized because of their size. Please don't give folks who are opposed to heavy-set people anymore ammunition than they already have. Oh, and if you eat like to overeat and expect to fit into that cute top that's been sitting in your closet for three months and you know it doesn't fit you, but you wear it anyway? Shame on you. Stop the madness. You don't have to be get skinny but you should get healthy. #Casedismissed
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Well, I be darn. The dude who I used to have a crush on and wouldn't give me the time of day had sent me an invitation on Linkedin. Oh welp, some folks don't appreciate a good thing until they lose it. I bet he wished he wouldn't have impregnated that gold digging floozy. I tried to warn him. But that ain't none of my business *in my Kermit the Frog voice*
“It’s Very Hurtful And Extremely Upsetting”: Jennifer Hudson On Claims She “Sacrificed” Family Members To Be In Illuminati - See more at: http://madamenoire.com/445773/hurtful-extremely-upsetting-jennifer-hudson-crazy-claims-sacrificed-family-members-illuminati/#sthash.Tlbas9mq.dpuf
I’m sure that after all these years you’ve heard a thing or two about the Illuminati. For conspiracy theorists, it’s a powerful group of individuals who have a hand in and control many aspects of everyday life, including our culture, our government and more. People commonly pegged as members of this society include Jay Z and Beyoncé, Kanye West, Lady Gaga, Lil Wayne, and surprisingly, even Jennifer Hudson. Some who believe that the Illuminati is real and includes these celebrities also believe that these notable individuals made blood sacrifices to be in the society. Some have also tried to say online that Hudson “sacrificed” her mother, her brother and her nephew (murdered by her brother-in-law) to be a member and gain her massive success.
- See more at: http://madamenoire.com/445773/hurtful-extremely-upsetting-jennifer-hudson-crazy-claims-sacrificed-family-members-illuminati/#sthash.zfMwsn8B.dpuf
Monday, July 7, 2014
August is going to be a spectacular month for me. I'll be graduating as a new QA Tester, I'll be visiting loved ones, potentially moving into a new place, and I'll be seeing that new James Brown Biopic with a friend. And to top it all off, I'll be doing this dance throughout the month of August.
Joan Rivers is an older and controversial comedian who loves to push the envelope. But some are saying that she chose to push things a little bit too far. Rivers got into trouble this week for remarks she made about President Obama and first lady Michelle Obama. Rivers was at a gay wedding that she’d just officiated at the book signing for “Diary of a Mad Diva.” A reporter asked Rivers if she ever thought that there would be a gay president. To the reporter’s surprise, Rivers said, “We already have it with Obama, so let’s just calm down.” Rivers didn’t stop there. She then went on to say that First Lady Michelle Obama is herself transexual. “You know Michelle is a tranny,” she said. The stunned reporter asked her to clarify her remarks, and Rivers then stated “A transgender. We all know.” The comments have flooded the Internet and upset those who are loyal to the president and first lady. Supporters of the president are demanding an apology from Rivers. This is not the first time that President Obama has been publicly linked to the gay community is surprising ways. Back in 2012, Newsweek named Obama America’s “First Gay President,” applauding him for numerous advances in gay rights during his tenure as president. The president didn’t respond to the first labeling and he probably won’t respond to this one either. How do you think Rivers should be confronted about her remarks? Should she be asked to produce evidence of her assertion, or should the allegations be denied outright? If any of this were true, what would this change about your views of the president and first lady? Joan Rivers’ real name is Joan Alexandra Molinsky. She was born in 1933, which might officially make it OK for her to say things that could come off as a bit “out there.” She became famous way back in 1965 as a host of “The Tonight Show,” and was mentored by the late Johnny Carson. Johnny is probably rolling over his in grave over this one. By - Naturally Moi
I haven't seen my parents and sister in over two years. I finally had the opportunity to visit them during the 4th of July weekend. I enjoyed myself and I had the opportunity to ride in an airplane for the first time. Spirit Airlines was the air craft I was on. It was a fantastic ride and I look forward to doing more flying. The next plane ride will either be to New York or Virginia.
Hello, all. I am back like a heart attack! Just updating you all about my latest career endeavors. I am proud to announce that my next literary project "Lust over Trust" will be available on Amazon in August and I am new Quality Assurance Tester. Unlike some of these so-called career editors and blog talk radio personalities, I had to keep it real with myself and get a job, which will finally afford me the comfortable lifestyle I've always wanted. In the interim, I will finally be able to blog and release part two for "Lust Over Trust" which will be a three part series. The first installment is currently being edited. Shout outs to Author/Publisher David Weaver and The Bank Roll Squad. I have so much to share with you all, but for now, I am giving you an appetizer of what I've been up to. I miss blogging and you'll be seeing a lot more of me. I am happy with the progress I am making, and I thank my cheerleaders and the ones who undermined my success. Oh, and if you haven't checked out my first book, "Ebony the Beloved", you're three years behind and a couple of dollars short. You can find it on Amazon and Barnes and Nobles. MUAH! :) Hannah
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Hello, all: Just letting you know that I have acquired a WONDERFUL opportunity. I have two books that I am still working on and I will keep you posted. In the mean time, visit my fan page "Hannah Dorothy Spivey" and follow my Twitter @Bossladywriter. I am more than excited, I am ECSTATIC. And as for the so-called professionals who wanna be disgustingly arrogant and blow smoke up their ass and call it caramel flavor, you know exactly who I am alluding to. Of course, I will continue to tell the truth and shame the devil and devilette. Stay tuned for frequent updates. I am Boss Lady Writer and I approve this message with a BOOM SHAKA LAKA!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Chapter 1: Business with Pleasure Camille had just stepped out of the shower from a five hour sex fest with Hercules, who was a professional male stripper and escort. Camille was a petite woman who stood at 5' 5” and 135 lbs with short cropped Halle Berry-like hair style and a dark flawless skin and full natural lips that would make Actress and Humanitarian, Angelina Jolie jealous. When she put on her robe and wrapped the belt tighter around her taut waist, she returned to the room where she saw Hercules laying on the bed smoking weed and listening to Lil Wayne on his I-phone. “You were awesome, baby” Camille said and started brushing her soft hair in front of the mirror. Hercules pulled hard on his spliff and blew out some smoke and gave her a wink. “You weren't so bad either, doll. Well, I gotta get ready for my show,” he said and proceeded to get dressed. “So soon at this time of night?” Camille asked and craned her head at him so fast, she could have given herself whiplash. There was pregnant silence for a moment. Hercules finished off his weed and stood up to put his underwear on. At the site of Hercules' 10 inch dinosaur ding-a-ling, Camille's coochie was about to cum convulsively. Hercules was a toffee-colored muscular bachelor who could have passed for a body builder but he chose to strip for a living. He donned long thick locs that nearly touched his buttocks and a dragon tattoo that covered half his torso and hazel eyes that were framed with long lashes and plush lips that would make a stud wanna have his babies. He lived in the moment and he didn't take life too seriously. His job was to fulfill women fantasies, collect his guap, and go home. Hercules slept with with all sorts of women regardless of their sexual orientation, career, skin color, age, height, religion, or weight. As long as their money was green, he gave them the kind of fun would make Fabio jealous. “Yep, I gotta another party to go to. And this party is gonna be 60 something year old grannies who are paid and they wanna taste of this man dingo,” Hercules said while stepping his lefts into his pants one feet at a time and pulling them up. “Well, alright” Camille heavily sighed and resumed brushing her hair in the mirror. Hercules frowned a little and then put on his black wife beater shirt. He wasn't understanding why Camille was acting like she and he were in a committed relationship when she was supposed to be getting married to someone else. He knew he an irresistible catch but he knew he was not in the relationship or monogamy business because his occupation wouldn't allow it. Hercules wasn't always a sight for sore eyes. He once weighed a whopping 450 pounds and his real name was Eckerd Leigh, who secretly underwent gastric bypass surgery. Before he underwent the procedure, he used to work as a security guard at an all-you-can-buffet restaurant called “Finger lickin' Fixin's”. There, he was in a relationship with a woman named, Teka Charleston, who was also an employee where he worked. They were together for six months and talked about getting married. On the day of their wedding, she never showed up to the alter and she told him she was pregnant by the owner of the restaurant and they both eloped. Eckerd was so heart broken that he had a coronary attack. Thankfully, he survived. He had already had respiratory problems and he was overweight all of his life and until his doctor told him that needed to change his eating habits or end up like his mother who died from hypertension and diabetes the year before, he chose to lose the weight and he was granted the opportunity to undergo gastric bypass surgery. The owner of “Finger Lickin' Fixin's eventually fired Eckerd and he had to move in with his cousin, Malik, who was a professional stripper who ran an escort company. Once Eckerd underwent the procedure, he began losing weight and then he would frequent the gym. A year later, he was solid 220 pounds of muscles and was barely recognizable and Malik tried to get him into becoming an escort and male stripper but Eckerd was reluctant at first. But when he thought about how badly Teka had broke his heart and saw the kind of money his cousin, Malik, was making, he decided to try his hands at stripping and escorting, Malik gave him the name, Hercules and Eckerd was laid to rest ever since. Not only was Hercules a man who was scorned once but he was a man he was determined to never fall in love. It would only be about money, sex, and having fun. He mastered the art of not caring about breaking up happy homes because he knew that his job was to fulfill the women fantasy and go home. It was just business. Nothing more and nothing less. Camille was no exception. “You can make an appointment with me so that we can get together again. My partner and I have spring time special for $250.00 for an three hour session. That includes a full body massage and all other sex acts you desire. I really had a great time,” Hercules said with a half-smile and button up his shirt.” Camille stared at him once again but it was through the mirror this time. I understand you have a business and all but I was hoping you'd stay a little long or at least do lunch with me sometimes,” she said with a sad face that was longer than the scream mask. Hercules was used to women wanting to consummate relationships with him but he never expressed interest of being with them other than them paying him for sex and entertainment and nothing more. He wanted to reject Camille kindly without hurting her feelings. Of course, she was beautiful but she was a dime in a dozen. Besides, she cheated on her husband-to-be. Not that Hercules cared because he slept with women who were married for 10 years or more but for them to want to leave their husbands for him was quite preposterous to him. Because they all knew the kind of business he was in. He couldn't comprehend why they'd leave their husbands to be with someone who'd cheat on them and leave them. As much as he loved women, he knew he'd never fully understand the illogical decisions they made when it came to sustaining successful relationships, regardless of their flaws. Hercules was hoping that Camille would accept that she'd have to pay him for everything, even if she wanted him to pretend to be her husband while they shopped at the grocery store for 45 minutes. He accosted her while she stood in front of the mirror and he gave her kiss on the nape of her neck in hopes of assuaging her anger. “I think you're a great lady, Ms. Camille. I normally charge for all requests. If you'd like to have lunch with me, you will have to pay me for my time. If you can do that, I'd love to have lunch with you. As for me staying longer, I already mentioned that I have another appointment in about an hour. If you'd like to schedule to meet with me again, I'd be delighted to make it worth your while if the price is write,” he said with a smile and a wink. Camille sucked her teeth and shook her head. “I really like you and I don't have enough money to continue paying you. I cannot afford you. Hell, I used my fiance's money to pay for sex and his hotel room. I recently lost my job as a government employee and I financially depend on my fiance. I can pay you with a hearty home cooked meal at my house, full body massages, or with food stamps,” she seriously said. Hercules had to prevent himself from erupting in laughter. He was used to women bribing him, but with food stamps? He always made his clients pay up front before fulfilling his duties and he made and oath to himself to not bending his rules. That's what his cousin, Malik taught him. Malik only worked with rich white women because he said they paid well and they were very uninhibited and they never complained like the black women did. Hercules thought it was discriminative and he didn't believe all black women were the same and he didn't think all white women great either because he recall when he went to a white woman's house, she had told him that her husband were at work and her kids were in school. But what she didn't know was that her husband was surprising her by coming home early for their anniversary and he caught Hercules in bed with her. Her husband threatened to kill him. Hercules shirt was opened and his pants were unzipped and he barely made it out the front door when he saw a bullet whizz passed his head. He was running faster than Kunta Kinte when the second bullet grazed his right leg and he finally made it safe to his car and drove the hell out of dodge. As far as Hercules was concerned, race didn't matter because all races had their infallibility. “My dear, I have been in business for a minute now and as a reputable business man, I do not except IOU's, food stamps, checks, nor do I barter. When you have the money, give me a call, ok?” He stated and turned her face toward his and planted a soft peck on her lips in hopes it would make her feel better. “I gotta go” he said and stuffed the rest of the contents into his duffel bag and proceeded to leave. “So, you just gonna leave and that's it? Camille exclaimed. I spent $400.00 on you and you gonna tell me that I got pay you to have lunch with you? You fine and all but you ain't all that. Why don't you pay me back my damn money then!” Camille shouted and flailed her arms. Hercules remained calmed. “Sweetheart, there are no refunds. You paid me for my services and I gave you what you wanted - sex. This is business and I have to live like you do. If you can't stand the policy, then you should take your business elsewhere. Otherwise, when you come to that realization then give ma call. Have a great night.” “You son of a bitch! screw you and kiss my ass,” she retorted and threw her brush at him. He closed the door quickly and the brush hit the door where his face was moments ago. “Loony bitch. See a shrink!” he shouted at the door and quickly padded down the steps and got into this Mercedes. His phone rang. He looked at his phone and saw a text from one of his clients, Betty Jacobs. Betty Jacobs was a 65 year old white woman, who's ex- husband Tom Schillinger, owned the water beverage company called “Blue Mountain Ridge”. When one of Tom's gay lovers exposed him to media about their alleged affair, Tom denied it at first but when Betty saw pictures of Tom and his gay lover “Papi” plastered on the front cover of the “National Referrer Magazine,” she immediately filed for divorce. She and Tom were amicable because they had two grown kids and five grown kids together. She lived lavishly. Betty never worked a day in her life and she shopped and attended broad way plays, operas, and went on countless vacations at his expense. Although, Tom broke her heart, it still was hard for her to end her 35 year marriage to him. It took her a year to begin dating again and the Paparazzi spotted her at night clubs with young bachelors. Since her ex-husband felt he was free to live his life freely, she felt she was free to have her life freely too. She wanted to feel younger, so she frequented strip clubs and she and Hercules met each other at “The National Strip Club Convention” and when they first locked eyes, they took a liking to each other. Betty offered to pay him top dollar for his work and he agreed not to let her down. Hercules heard that Betty had a special thing for young Hispanic and black men. Preferably black men. Still trying to wrap his mind about what transpired with Camille earlier, he received a text from Betty that said “We're waiting, black stallion. Bring your beautiful black stallion ass over here.” Hercules smiled, turned on Lil Wayne's “Wayne Carter” Album, lit up another spliff, revved up his engine and fired out of that parking space like a speeding bullet. Money was time and time was money and he was determined to make it worth his while. Chapter 2: Crouching Secrets, Overt Desires “I don't believe that bastard!” Camille shouted to herself while feeling like a total fool. One would think that she and Hercules had a relationship but the truth was they met the same night of her surprise bachelorette party. Camille and her best friend, Miracle and sister, Viola. She didn't know what the two of them had planned for her until the electrician knocked on her door and she answered it and asked him who he was. He said he was a plumber who was employed by “Pipes R Us” and that he was passing by in the neighborhood and noticed flood of sewage on the side of her house. She gasped and he asked her he could come in and check her plumbing. When she admitted him in, he thanked her and shook her hand. When he asked her where he kitchen and bathroom was so he could check her pipes, Viola said “Did you say pipes” and he said “I sure did” and he disrobed down to his g-string, which almost shocked Camille's relaxed hair back into it's nappy roots. Camille and her sister and best friend had a blast of her life. Viola and Miracle only paid for him to make an appearance but Camille took it upon herself to pay for a hotel room and to have sex with him. Of course, Miracle and Viola didn't think it was a great idea but they couldn't stop her. Camille was slated to marry her partially deaf , Kenneth Lane, in a week and she wasn't bothered by having an affair with Hercules because she didn't love Kenneth and she really wanted to call the wedding off but she didn't want to deal with his bougie mother, Margie. Margie was a retired teacher and she was the one raised Kenneth since he was three. Kenneth had lost 80 % of his hearing and he lost both of his legs when he was Iraq. Getting married was all Kenneth's idea and his mother didn't think it was a great idea because she and Camille didn't get along. Margie accused of her being a gold digger, who was only with her son because of his disability and veteran check and Kenneth would always come to Camille's aid and she'd smile in Margie's face. Margie wanted to slap the smile off her face. Camille could care less about Kenneth or Margie. She vehemently picked up her cell phone and called her best friend, Miracle. “Hey, girl. Where the hell are you?” Miracle quickly asked when she answered the phone. “I'm at the hotel” Camille dryly spoke. “Well, what happened. I mean, you just hauled ass with dude like he was your man or something. I hope you didn't do what I think you did, girl.” A scowl made its way across Camille's face like Miracle had asked her the dumbest question that would piss off Albert Einstein. “What the hell do you think a man and woman do when they're in a hotel together, Miracle?” Camille frustratingly said. “Camille, you didn't!” Miracle replied with a gasp “No, he and me was discussing wall street over a cup of tea and chocolate chip cookies. Bitch, I swear you ask the dumbest ass questions,” Camille scoffed and switched her cell phone from her left ear to her right ear. “Whatever, bitch. You already know Viola is going to whoop your ass for running off with that dude when you don't even know him like that.” Camille sucked her teeth and sat on her bed. “Oh, shit. You just talked her up because she's calling through from the other line. Thanks a lot, bitch. Camille hit the ignore button Viola's call. “And besides, my birth certificate and driver's license say I'm a grown ass woman and Viola isn't listed as the mother on my birth certificate,” Camille reminded. “Ever since she got “saved” again and got engaged to that pastor, she think she's all of that in a bag of popcorn with extra butter and shit,” she continued. “But, Camille you know how your sister is. She may be your younger sister but she's wise beyond her years.” “Bull crap!” Camille shot back. “You and my sister both hired a male stripper as a surprise for me and now both of you bitches wanna act all brand new because I had sex with him? I know you a free-spirited person, Miracle but ever since my sister got engaged to that ol' pork chop eating pastor, she wanna act all holier-than-thou. Or have you forgot that heffa got herself knocked up by a married man, who she had a one night stand with in Miami Beach two years ago, and then got an abortion because he made her do it out of fear of it ruinin' his chances of running for Circuit Judge in Dade County, Florida? Yeah, ok.” “Yes, but at least she turned over a new leaf and she repented for what she did. We don't have to make excuses for what we do by doing things we aren't supposed to do.” Camille sucked her teeth again and rolled her eyes in the air. “Are you done yet?” she indignantly remarked. “I mean, damn. Who's side are you on anyway?” “I'm not on anyone's side. I'm against the offense. You and Kenneth are supposed to get married an--“ “Yes I know that already, damnit,” Camille snapped and rolled her eyes and frustratingly combed her fingers through her semi-damp mane and sighed. “Then you know what you need to do,” Miracle nonchalantly and calmly said. Camille's furrowed her eyebrows so hard, they almost turned into a huge unibrow. She pretty much know where Miracle was toting conversation. “Uh uh. No, I'm still going to marry him. I'm just not gonna tell him about the affair. That's all.” “But what if the shoe was on the other foot, Camille. How do you think you'd feel if Kenneth was having sex with another woman at your expense?” “I'd cut his dick off and feed it to that bitch he cheated on me with!” Camille huffily stated “And you don't think it wouldn't hurt him if he knew you were messing around on him?” “First off, he been through much worse because he ain't got no legs and he damn near deaf. Me doin' a little bit of cheatin' on him ain't gonna break him unless somebody tells him!” “Listen, I didn't call you to argue with you but I do hope you know what you're doing because it can haunt you like a hound dog and as for him finding out, you already know I'm not in the snitching business and your sister already suspects that you and dude had sex. So, you should be more concerned about her because she'll probably tell him.” “And if that bitch does, I'll seduce her man, film it and break up their fairytale relationship,” Camille angrily threatened. Miracle gasped and clutched her pearls. “Camille, I am very disappointed in you. I've heard enough and I'm about to hang up because you've gone too far with these shenanigans. I really hope you do what's right. I'm about to hang up and pray for you,” Miracle said with evident disappointment in her voice. “I emptied every fuck I gave that was in my purse. What you need to do is worry about yourself, stay out of my business and you better not utter of any of this to my sister. I can handle her “woman-thou-art-loosed” ass and as for you, I suggest you stop sipping on that Kool-Aid because it isn't becoming of you either. Now run along and tell that good old Jesus!” Camille sardonically replied.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Again, ya'll need to watch out for this STANK HO named, Linda Evans. Off with her half-permed, shaved-bird looking decomposed teeth, cock-eyed, animal abuser, deformed eye-brows having ass head. I had to repost this because the bull fuckery is insane and the bullshit is perpetual. Unlike her, no one does it better than a true writer, who's got more followers on her blog than Linda "Fake Ass Queen of Radio" Evans has on her show. I'm just saying. Leave it to the true careerists, hon. She never had a career because it was always a figment of her pathetic imagination. TRUE Queens never have to collect cans to pay their bills nor sleep with their "best friends" to pay their bills. Oh, and as for her dog, Shera, I hope the Illinois Humane Society confiscated her from Linda's trifling "bathe in a dish pan that's inside of a trash can" ass because that poor dog had a lump on the side of her neck that was bigger than Linda's entire radio career. Then she uses marketing gimmicks to keep folks tuning in to her punk ass amateur radio show. She barely spends enough time social networking, but she's got the UMEMPLOYED NIGGA-DACITY and WHORE-DACITY to beg listeners to join her mickey mouse ass birthday club. This poor woman talks a bunch of "Keeping it Real" talk when she's too afraid to travel back to Chicago or better yet, GET A GODDAMN REAL JOB! Those Chicago goons have this broad shaking in her gnawed up ass sandals, lol. Girl, when are you gonna learn that Blog Talk Radio isn't gonna make you rich? You gotta have a track record in order to remotely be considered for a NATIONAL TV show. Hell, all you know is internet radio and that shit is owned by "Get Up Radio" which is owned by your rinky dinky stinky sponsor. Your radio show is NOT your show, boo. Now, when you get your own show on a bigger radio platform and a brand, HOLLA WHEN YOU FEEL ME, HO! Because a cheap looking ass website does not make you a brand AT ALL. See, if you were humbled, you wouldn't have to beg listeners for show ideas and shit. Hell, you had me on your team until you showed your STANK ass. What goes around, comes around, beeotch! I'd like to say bon voyage to your "never was" career but "never was" is a DEAD-giveaway. Like the skit on Dave Chappelle's Show said "When Keeping it Real Goes Wrong" LMAO!!
For all of you who aren't familiar with Brother Dawah, I suggest you look him up on Youtube. He's a passionate revolutionary, who penned his first controversial book entitled "Definition of a Broke Azz" now, I haven't had the opportunity to read it yet, but I can state that Mr. Dawah details why homosexuality is an abominable lifestyle. He's also done a few video segments, exhibiting graphic photographs of men and animals whose anuses were swollen and literally exposed all the way to Africa, due to sodomy. You can find these videos under "Definition of a Broke Azz" on Youtube and I must warn you that the graphic nature of the videos may shock the devil out of you, so beware. Dawah Israel is no fan of homosexuality and he makes it crystal clear on a daily basis. He also expresses his disdain for white people, who he incessantly terms "crakkkas". I personally respect him as a stand-up individual because not only is he very vocal about social and economic change for black people, homosexuality, and race, he isn't one to back down from a debate or opposition. He's quite animated BUT firm with his beliefs. So, to all the white people and LGBT advocates out there, if you all see Mr. Dawah, you better run to the opposite direction because he's digging sink holes specially for you, LOL
Hello, international and national readers! I'm back again with more updates. Now, I know that I stated that I'll be updating this blog more often. Well, due to personal challenges, I haven't done what I said I'd do. I know that some of my loyal readers miss my antics and habitual blog updates. Hell, so do I. I mean, that's what writing is for - to vent and express, right? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. I am back in the writing mode again and I have so much to share with you guys. I plan to share controversial and personal posts as well as current events along with all other sorts of personal interests. I haven't changed being the type of writer that I am, but I will say that I am stepping my writing game up like never before. Ahh, I recall exposing the pseudo professional editor and all other low-life undesirables on this blog. Ya see, on this blog, what you see is what you get. I'm giving it to you with no sugar, cream, or honey; just rawness.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Hello, everyone I know I've been missing in action. I have been dealing with personal stuff but I am proud to say that I recently signed a book deal with Right Circle Publications and I will be releasing a three book series for "Payback is a Son of a Bitch". Stay tuned for details and thanks for stopping by my blog. :)
Friday, January 3, 2014
So, as some of you know, I am working on literary and PR projects. I do plan to release more books and participate in more anthologies soon. If you haven't checked out "Love's a Bitch" by Lashonda Devaughn, Hannah Spivey (me), and Sequaia Reed yet, I suggest you do. This book is kicking serious ass and it's a book that depicts the craziest things people do for love, especially women. Any who, you can always follow me on Twitter @Bossladywriter and like my fan page "Hannah Dorothy Spivey". In the meantime in between time, you should also get your copy of "Ebony the Beloved" on Amazon if you haven't already. Stay tuned for more sizzling updates. :-)