As the King sat in class he looked around the room. He did see some talent.
The students were going around the room introducing themselves and saying an interesting fact or a hobby. Nothing out of the ordinary.
One girl caught the eye of the King. She was a thin girl with long dark hair. “Hello. My name is Amanda. Um, something interesting about me is that I like to play video games. They are fun!” she smiled.
The King was smitten. What a beauty. He thought. When the class got out the students all moved to their other classes. The King did not get many chances to speak to Amanda face to face.
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The King was sitting with his boys. They were at one of the houses. They were talking about whatever, discussing video games and tv and sometimes which girls they like.
One boy looked at the King, “Hey boss man you got any girls you been eyeing?”
The King hesitated, “Well I guess so.”
“Well damn who is it?”
“It’s a girl in one of my classes. Her name is Amanda.”
A boy blurted out, “The Burger?”
” I don’t know why you would call her that, she is a beautiful girl. I plan on making her mine.”
“Okay bossman you think she is the one for you, huh?”
“Yeah I sure do.”
Some of the boys looked around from one to another. Then another blurted out, “Wow can’t believe bossman has his eyes on Amanda Queensberger.”
END OF POST, DJ ROBO BISCUIT
The King surveyed his troops. It was a ragtag force. Kids and young men, nobody older than 16.
“Thank you all for coming. I’m gonna spell it out for you guys real simple. We have our stands okay? Our stands is where we do our business. You guys got that?” The king spoke and looked around at his boys. The boys in front of him nodded nervously.
“Right, we do our business at the stands. The stand is where we sell.” The king spoke. He looked at his boys and tried to make eye contact with each one of them. He wanted to let them know the importance of his words.
“Each stand will have a little and a big. One little guy and one big guy. One and one. The little guy handles the lemonade and the big guy handles the goods. We are gonna be sure these stands are made of wood. And each stand will also have a bat beneath it, a wooden bat. That is there for our protection.”
The King continued on, ” We are gonna have burner phones alright? Just flip phones. Do not give your phone number to anyone except people in our operation.”
“These are our burner phones and how we are gonna communicate. You can text okay? But, if this stuff is sensitive then DO NOT send the info with a text. You can call me okay? You boys got that? Make a phone call!”
The King spoke some more, ” What we do here is simple. We have sugar and we have sugar. We hide in plain sight. You boys got it?”
Boys. We are here to make money. Okay? The goal is to get the money.
But you kids need to know there will be risk. If you think the police or your parents are suspicious and want to get your phone, then BREAK IT! you got that? Break the phone, we can’t have authorities get it.
Don’t be afraid to destroy the phone. These phones are cheap.
(TO BE CONTINUED) DJ ROBO BISCUIT
I wake up. I roll out of my bed. CREAK CREAK. I hear footsteps above me. “Fat bitch.” It’s my mammy stomping around up there. I take a look to my side and I still got my ex-fiances shit just sitting there in a big bag. I been meaning to get it back to her but I really just can’t stand the sight of that woman. I shiver ” UGH!” I can’t believe ever liked that crazy bitch. God damn. I wasted too much damn money on her.
I meet up with one of my associates at a good local spot. They got cheap beers on Tuesdays, only three fitty. A local chick comes and waits on us. I knew her from back in school I saw her around for sure. My associate and I take a good look at her we she has kind of weird shaped ass and her face is really sharp. A real strange face with intense eyes and strong eyebrows. I look over at my associate, “I definitely hit it.” My guy smiles and nods. I say to him “She looks like the kind of girl who would give you a blumpkin! You know what that means? It’s one she blows you while you are taking a shit!” I give it a good laugh. This bitch is definitely a blumpkin kind of girl.
Me and my buddy are making my way back to my whip. We had a few too many [drinks]. When my buddy C gets drinking he really runs his mouth. We had seen a guy who was pretty big with some Marines tatoos. You could tell he was jacked up on too much testosterone and was looking for a fight. He followed us back to the car with some o’ his boys. He said something to C and C said something back. We had some girl rolling with us and she got in the middle. “Don’t fight! Break it up.” This bitch said. Well, clearly the marine had no code because he just pulled back and Rocked this bitch. BOP. And she was out COLD. I get outta my car and this guy comes in for me. I’m like BOP CHOK CHOK and I got this dude in a choke hold. Meanwhile C is just getting his ass beat. This dudes boys got C on the ground and he is just getting straight up Molly Whopped.
(End of Post, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)
This builds off of the Me Too Movement. There was an investigation done on the Janitorial industry. It turns out that many of the janitors are women who work at night time and often by themselves. And believe it or not, the industry has supervisors that take advantage of these workers. Some of them don’t know their rights and some of them have fear of being deported. If you are interested in this kind of story then check out the story from Nightline:
If you want to read the story:
It is an interesting story and a good example of investigative journalism.
-DJ ROBO BISCUIT
A person will be under one leader and then work hard to move to a new leader only to find that the new leader is even worse than the one before.