This is The Story of a Car

Mike agrees to help you with the talking ghetto ordeal for a measley $20. You agree and your training begins. HE hands you a dictionary called "Cussing like da shittiest o' mutha fuckas" and a smaller, less-thick book called "So you're Black now, here's what you'll need to know."

You've already learned several concepts:

You do not say "Everbody, or Everyone" you instead speak the name of a rediculous 1998 Disney movie: "Airbud" Which is a movie about a dog who plays basketball, which is almost as rediculous as saying Airbud, instead of "Everyone"

IT's not a "car" it's a "ride, or a scraper" The difference between the two is the amount of height the car is off the ground which is broken down even simpler: If it stalls and doesn't move when pulling out of your driveway, or going over a speedbump, it's a scraper. If you spent more money on the sound system and rims, then you did on the car, it's a RIDE. You can't decide which one applies to your car, since you have no driveway, and can't remember many things anyway.

All women are ho's, reguardless of whether or not they are prostitutes. This one seems to please you because you still think ho's are a garden tool used for scraping up a little dirt to plant your seeds... which is still sort of true.

You also learn the fundamentals of vocabulary after listening to a b it of Snoop Dogg, E-40, and some other rap groups and artists.

Mike assures you that you'll get many ho's will love you now and to 'member to leave 'ella letters off your words and r'place 'em wit' 'postrophes.

Wurd