Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young, Ghetto-Girl-In-Training, Sheniqua. Sheniqua had a luscious, long blonde weave, complimenting her chocolate skin tone. Her makeup was done in the popular 'clown' style worn by clowns you see at the highest-end birthday parties. She had silky lumps as well. These were her special lumps, as she kept every ounce of silicone she ever possesed stored safely inside her lumps... but this is not a story about her lumps. This is a story about when she went to the Olympics.
It was a cold, snowy night in the Ghettos of Alaska. Sheniqua's fur coat wasn't enough to keep all her limbs warm as she was searching for the cleanest dumpster to crawl up in and go to sleep. The streets were dark and her vision was impared even more by the blur of the falling snow. Stumbling through a sketchy alley on her 26-inch pumps, she bumped into something.
"Weyull, I guess dis is gud 'nuff." Sheniqua then climbed into the dumpster.
"OWWUH. Dafawwwwwwk beaatch?" A random, ghetto-like voice shouted. It sounded extremely pissed off, and Sheniqua was scared so hard her weave almost flew off!
"Sheniqua, dat you?" It was LaToya, a young, Ghettohood friend from 'back in da day'. "Wat u duin here hunnybabez?"
"LaToya! Ma gaw, ma gaw gurl.. I uhhhh.. I am here because I is in da Oh Limp Icks!" Sheniqua certainly didn't want her friend LaToya to know that she was rolling around in dumpsters, of course she was better than that. Even she needed some class. Although it wasn't classy to lie, she thought that she could get away with this. What even were the Oh Limp Icks?
"Dayum gur, u in da Limpicks? I had no 'dee-uh! Gurrr wuttchu duin in da Limpicks?" LaToya was thoroughly confused by this. The last time she ever heard about Sheniqua was that she was dealing with some issues with the Illuminati.
"Yuh, Yeaha.... So um, you gon watch me skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii bbyyy?"
Sheniqua was so scared some of her Silicone was leaking from her lumps...
TO BE CONTINUED.
