Honeybadger's blog: "Theater of the Disgusting"

In a world made of names, one may ask, "whats in a name?" In this case, its an assload of irony. The offending party in this case is usually a woman of elephantesque proportions, who feels the need to work "lil" into her name. This is different from a man using "lil", because well, we already knew that.

Your typical "Lil" gurl, is either morbidly obese, has a bakers dozen worth of kids, or is a midget. Only one of the preceeding is appealing. Upon meating the "lil whatev" in person, one is struck by the fact that she is the size of a water buffalo, and because her arms arent long enough to reach around the fat to wash her ass, she smells like one as well. In order to properly clean one, she must be hauled on a flatbed to the nearest machine operated car wash, and dumped repeatedly on the conveyor until the machinery either gives up the ghost, or she is ejected sputtering and pink out of the car bay like some grotesque birth scene.

In the case of the "lil momma", she is surrounded by a generous, ethnically diverse, heaping of children, because she enjoys getting rammed in almost as much she enjoys getting welfare. Her ginormous, reeking cavern resembles a submarine pen, and quite possibly still carries the remains of a sailor or two, who drunkenly stumbled a little too far inside, and just like the canary in the mine, had their lives snuffed out by the hazards unseen.

So what do you do with a lil whatevah? Dont let her roll over on you, and dont let her "come hither" look fool you for anything other than what it is. Her welfare is about to run out, and she needs an extension.