Wow, this guy must be a doctor. So what's the diagnosis, Doc? "He aight, he good, he drunk." Well said. Maybe you should slap him in the face and shake him some more. Oh no, he pissed his pants. Now he's probably going to stink.
Wave a fried chicken leg under his nose. That is what they use instead of ammonia to bring them around.
negros quite clearly should never be doctors.
spashin mellon juice on him would have work quicker
Dibs on that quarter.
Yeah he drunk.....punch drunk
Bells will be ringing....
I've never seen Eddie Murphy be so quiet!
born in the ghetto
Charlie be fine. Will never remember the letter Q or the fact that he hates milk but he fine.
WTF Adam, You said he'll stink cause he pissed himself. Bullshit he's a nigger he will always stink.
Damn they'll do anything to get out of doing any honest work
Let me pour some water up his nose while he's knocked out, he be aight lol
Just your standard upscale black community.
I wonder if National Geographic is going to film a documentary on the primitive peoples of modern day.
@honkie265: I don't even think there IS a scale.
damn he didnt die.
that's what your drug dealer does when you ask him for another free hit
More ghetto Dr advice, Ok now go take a nap..
He looked like he was having a pretty good dream too.
Bullshit. It was a one on one fight, and no one stole his wallet or jacket afterwards?
Do you know the difference between a nigger and dog shit? The dog shit will will turn white and stop stinken'.
Doin' his Lil Wayne impression. I have seizures ya'll.
punch him right back down
Fuck the water...bring some KFC !!! QUICK
NT FAN is that you ?
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
And his mama cries
Kneegrows are so brainless
He must of had some floor locos