Let's GHETTO!!!

Queen of the ghet-to you are, Mia. LOL

 

*embraces*

Hey, maybe we should start a ghetto moms forum on being cheap... lol

 

faWkin-a.... i am gonna have to use the plastic bag in purse trick. my mom used to pop popcorn and take it to the movies in a big bag for us HAHA i think everyone has an experience with that tho..............​

 

i'm too hick to be ghetto, but i've slept under my share of bridges and i'm not ashaimed to have done so.

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This thread is great...

When i was younger i would use dish detergent to take a bubble bath.
The bike i learned how to ride on was made up from the parts of 4 other bikes.
At one time colt 45 was my drink of choice because they use to give you you 45 ounces instead of 40

I think that qaulifies as ghetto

 

where should I start? I was born into a very resourceful family, with 6 brothers and sisters...so with that as a basis for my childhood...we used to go out at night and raid the big red Salvation Army boxes. One night my brother was inside of "the box" and we saw a police car...yep, we drove away, he had to stay in the box til we came back ("hey, cops are here, stay in the box til we come back!"),....We would bring home a van full of bags, go thru everything and bring back the stuff we didnt want...I guess that is equivilant to "curb shopping" that happened in my town years later, while I lived in TX.....my family has a whole vocabulary that pertains to "curb shopping"...On long road trips, we kept an empty coffee can in the van "just in case" Huge land yacht...we loved it. One day, two guys knocked on our door "How much for the ride?', we said, "Sorry....thats not for sale" Reply "You bet' sell it 'fore somebody steals it!" Kids riding bikes, wearing gold chains, exchanging handshakes" with guys in pimped out rides with boomin' stereos....we were only there 3 months! No fridge, so we ordered pizza every night....used a cooler, slept on couch coushins, no couch, sheets on the windows

 

For seven years I've been buying my horse at Pershing & State or Federal & 43rd at the Robert Taylor Homes in Chicago, and I've made it out alive every time - never a problem in the ghetto. Ghettos are cool with me - Jewish, black, or otherwise.

 

i live in walmart....

peace
chickens

 

what a funny thread.

fontella, you win again. that purse thing is what put you over the top.

well, i lived in the ghetto at various times in my life, but not now.

when i was little, my sister and her husband lived with me and my mom and dad. they stayed in my room, so i slept on a lying down lawn chair thing in mom and dad's room for about a year. then later my sister, her husband, my mom, and my stepdad lived in a 2 bedroom apartment when i was in middle school.....i slept on the couch for a year or two. some time later, we moved into a mobile home, in the dreaded trailer park....lol


my grandma on my dad's side tried to hire someone to kill someone, like 30 years ago, and supported herself and her family by stealing huge barrels of used cooking oil from restaurants, and selling it to dog food companies (again, this was 25 or thirty years ago). she also used to buy stolen jewelry and loose diamonds. if the diamond fell out of your ring, she would just go get her bag of loose diamonds, and hook you up with a new one.she doesn't do this anymore, but she still wears more bling than a pimp. i joke around that dad's family is sort of like a redneck mafia.
gees i'm sure there is more...i don't take ketchup packets and shit like that though.

 

I was compelled to rate this thread..... 5*s fo' sho'! To funny.
Alot of the stuff called *ghetto* now i just call *poor and resourceful*. It's all the same though and pretty fun to do. Some of it anyway.
The girl with 4 kids & 3 babydaddies is my ghetto pick of the week though
peace
barefootnikki

 

I once smoked Crack in an alley with a black man, he told me I didn't know how to hit it, he was right.

 

you reminded me of this one awful incident in Simi Valley when i went with my friend for the liquor run to the local grocery store. we were hosting a big party, and went to pick up the beer and rum for the pina coladas. we stood in line behind this very christian woman, you know the ones, with the sharp, pinched faces showing their misery in their religion (as opposed to joy in faith). she was dirt poor, buying the basic necessities of life, holding her food stamp check thingies. under normal circumstances, having been there, i would normally have minded my own business and gone about my way. but this god-awful holier than thou bitch glared intensely at our liquor, and had the gall to say to my gentle little friend, amy, "i can't believe you're buying all that alcohol!" amy turned bright red, humiliated and i shouted at this woman "our fucking taxes are paying for your fucking food stamps! mind your business!"

kinda felt bad about that, but i do have a temper, you know. i'll go for the juggular every time. fucking pompous hateful christian types give the rest a bad name.

 

hahah good for you...I would have done the same thing.

 

well, i kinda get a bad feeling about it. what if there was some woman like my mom, who had nothing to do with it, cringing in embarassment? but she did need to be knocked off her high horse.

 

*takes a bow and blows kisses to the crowd*

 

Truth is, anybody that opens their mouth is fair game. If you are standing beside a ugly ass person, you don't just scream "hey you are ugly as f*ck!" but if they say "your outfit doesn't match", you are going to go for the obvious(the train wreck that is their face). Point being: she deserved it

 

ive lived in east harlem and flatbush ....hung in alphebet city before it was yuppified and bushwic ...the place where i grew up is 10x tougher than them !

 

well, thanks for that. i've matured a bit in my evilness. instead of yelling it at the top of my lungs, now i would probably speak it in a low, evil, icy tone of voice right in her ear.

 

Yeah, calm is always more scary