It's a disease out here ladies, and it's running rampant amongst our men, I just got throo talking to a good cyber buddy of mine, and her man as well as mine have
symptoms of this disease, it's sad i am telling yall. But because i feel it's my civic duty, and i have a blog to talk bout serious issues like this, i decided to list the symptoms of this illness, now there is no cure, but there is a way to cope with it and possibly live comfortable if you recognize and understand. So below is a list of symptoms described by trained professionals who have been researching this illness for years.....
REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA SYNDROME....
*Waking up and spending the rest of the day with a STANK ass attitude, and the male will never tell the female the reason for his attitude, his REAL SILLY ASS just keep taking all his frustrations out on her, and expects the female to guess what his damn problem is, like we psychic
*Complaints. All his REAL SILLY ASS do is bitch and moan bout shit he can't control, traffic, lines in stores and restaurants, the weather.....
*The males sex drive will either increase or decrease depending on the severity of the disease, if that REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA been suffering from this illness for days, then more than likely, he will still beat it up ladies, matter fact he may even perform better, but if he has been suffering from the illness for weeks, even months, then forget it ladies, he prolly won't even be able to get it to work for yall.....
*Temper. Short and snappy, phone calls will more than likely end in hangups, regardless of who the caller is, or who called who, if that REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA ain't tryna to hear it, then he just gon hangup, even if it's his momma
*Recreational drug use will more than likely increase. If that REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA smoke weed, then he will probably smoke more weed, just to cope with the fact that he is suffering from RSANS and he don't even know it.....
Studies have show that there is no FUCKING CURE for RSANS, symptoms can be controlled, and you can make life more comfortable and happy for the sufferer and his family by practicing and enforcing these 2 simple rules below....
1. Ignore the patient, ignoring that REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA will more than likely decrease the symptoms because he will see that you don't give a fuck what crawled up his ass and died, and his attitude may change
2. Give the patient space, this is crucial, because several studies have shown that most deaths that have occurred with RSANS, have been murders. The family of the sufferer can't take anymore of the REAL SILLY ASS NIGGAS attitude, and end up smothering the patient in his sleep.
12 years ago
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shout outs to my bobblemint twin and my girl MIZZY P they inspired this post.....
my example of RSANS
ummmmm i think it was tuesday i called hubby on the celly and was like babe, you close to my job yet, cause imma be standing outside waiting, DIS NIGGA WENT OFF man u know i ain;t have money for the toll, i had to come down all the red lights to get to you, so i was like well damn i ain't know jeez i thought you had change for the toll, what's yo problem man i ain't got a problem you calling me with that fucking bullshit blah blah CLICK....i hung up on his ass, so it's iono bout 5:40 pm and i am still @ work, i get off @ 5:00 normnally hubby get to me @ about 5:15 is he take the toll, so i was still sitting @ my pc womping on MN and i looked @ the clock i was like damn why he ain't here yet, so i get up, look out my door, and hubby sitting there, i grab my crap walk out the door, get in the car and i ask hubby, how long you been sitting out here, man i been sitting out here since 5:23 i was like nigga what why you ain't come in and get me or call me, DIS NIGGA gon act like a broad and say what imma call you for you hanging up on me and shit you could have just been standing outside waiting but naw yo ass wanna call asking dumb questions, so to make a long story short he was suffering from RSANS cause what fool gon sit and wait that long just to prove a point, a REAL SILLY ASS NIGGA, that's who
true story yall
lmao !!!! & dies 3x one after the other !
bobble why u got such a creative & warped ass mind is beyond me ...
but another cure :
#3....while patient is pitching a daily bitch fit, politely shout out 'NIGGA IS YOU SICK ?'....stare at him for 5 minutes & he'll go in the other room & find sports to watch.
lmao bobble why i didn't think to add that.....
bobble, bf does that "make a point" shit ALLLLLLLL the time.
LMAO --that's almost as bad as the time I got into a fight with the ex b/f over $2 and a hat! :-)
ok last week, tuesday i was off work that day & bf worked overnight, slept for a while & got up to get ready. well i was parked behind him in my driveway & nigga was vaacumming his car & outta nowhere he tells me "you need to get you lazy ass up & move your car so i can go"...i'm like de hell ? i say 'what's yo problem?" he says "you know i gotta be to work for 4:30 blah blah & you're just sitting there on your fat ass"
i said "for one thing, you walking round here tending to your car & didn't say anything so how i'm suppose to know you're ready to go & second off, you need to stop talking to me like you're fucking stupid cause i didn't do shit to you"...he said just get the fuck up & move ya car....i said just shut up & stop talking to me, fuck......tiz it
rebbie tell yo story !
LMAO geezy--
well ya'll know the last 3 yrs of our relationship was long distance. Well soon after I moved to Philly and he had been out here for a visit, he went back home and later asked me to send him a couple of hats he had seen at a store out here. So I pick out the 2 hats he told me to get and sent them to him along with the receipt (you know I gotta get my money back). Anyway when he got the package, he called and was like "so why didn't you get me a 3rd hat?" and I said "cause you only told me to spend $20, and that's what I did" and then this negro said "you couldn't added $2 of your money to get a 3rd hat for me" and I said back "it didn't dawn on me to do that cause you said to spend $20!...and then we proceeded to get into a fight about the technicality of words. And I politely reminded him in a not so subtle condensending way that when he said "pick him up a COUPLE of hats" that a couple of anything means two and 2 is what he got! and then that set him off and for real we argued for like 3 hours about why I didn't add my own $2 and get a 3rd hat!!!
see, that RSANS is running real rampant yall it's a disease we need to have a fucking telethon for, raise money so all the ppl who deal with niggas that got this dosease can move out the country and leave them SILLY ASS NIGGAS to fend fa themslves
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LMAO @ all of the above. I got a RSAN story:
About 2 months ago, Tom and I were invited out by some of our couple friends. These friends also mentioned that a few single ladies would be up in the mix. No big deal. I tell Tom about this engagement we're going to attend. He seems cool with it. Then he asks the next day if he could bring his friend. I was like, ION't care, he YO friend. And I like his friend--Matt cracks me up, and his life story is full of fuck-ups. Nevertheless, the weekend gets here, Matt and Tom are at my house kicking it. No biggie. Then they go into my liquor cabinet and start making mixed drinks. I keep liquor, but I don't drink so I didn't really care. However, I did mention to Tom that I did NOT want him to be even slightly inebriated at this event--I was looking too gotdamn fly for him to be on my arm drunk and babbling. Why I go into the bedroom to get dressed, come out and these fools are taking shots in my kitchen over the sink? Why Matt went to the store and bought some beer and was chugging that shit like it was going outta style? I played it cool, whatever. I finished getting ready. I told Tom earlier that day that dinner was starting promptly at 8:00pm. I had already ordered our dishes. Why it was 7:30 and he aint have his shirt or his shoes on and he reaked of liquor. I told him to go brush his teeth, and re-shower. It's now 7:40. I wasn't even stuttin' his friend no more. I drive downtown because Tom is "Nice" and Matt was almost drunk. I'm pissed because they're drunk and they think theyre being funny and they shit they were saying was just dumb as fuck. I finally find parking, its now 7:58. I parked 2 blocks up from where we were eating. Why did Tom's drunk friend decided to linger and walk in the OPPOSITE direction of where we were supposed to be going? And why was Tom walking with him? I started immediately walking in the direction of the restaurant and when Tom and his friend realizes this, I'm almost a block away. Why he was telling to me slow down so he and his drunk friend could catch up to my flyness. Shiiiid, after that, I walked even faster. Tom was furious. I made it in to the restaurant right as our food was coming out. I was expecting Tom and his drunk friend to come in at any minute. Our friends were asking where he was, and I explained that he a little tipsy and walking way too slow for my liking. We laughed it off. Why we started eating and Tom and his friend were NO WHERE to be found? Why I ain't care? Why did I and the other couples start bar/club hopping without him? I forgot my phone in the car so I couldn't call and find out where he was. I finally used a friend's cell and called him. Why was he being a RSAN and was waiting at my car this ENTIRE evening, I did not get back to my car til midnight. So for 4 hours he acted dumb and pouted at my car all night.
A serious case of Real Silly Ass Nigga-ness.
that sounds like a real serious case tangy, quarentine that nigga quick for it spreads, lol
I am too mad that he that dumb to sit and wait at the car for 4 hours!
tangie -- please don't let ya'lls baby become RSANS.
LMMFAO!!!! @ ^^^^ all of the above and the post too!
I'm glad i'm single I can't deal with no RSANS...it sounds like a horrible disease...
*sidebar* chrissy u should get this printed on a shirt....
u think bammy, cause you know how i love my shirts lol
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