I am so sick of Twitter I feel I will pop an aneurysm.
Still, a photo Ava Rose posted of herself elicited the following response from someone named Doe Boy:
U Need A Thugg In Ya Life Them Busters Aint Lovin U Right lol
I will tell you this, Ava Rose: I will be that thug, and I will never compromise your faith in my manhood by adding “lol” to anything.
Check it: I have a thug vehicle, thug tattoos, buy thug groceries, chew with thug teeth, use thug measurements to hang my thug pants, have a thug moms who raised me right, pour thug malt liquor on the graves of my thug homies who ain’t in The Life no mo, roll my thug shorties to school in my 6-4, and drink thug-percent milk. You won’t want for nothing because I got my thug Costco card.
The Inglewood Costco.
Don’t trip, boo: just towel yourself off and put your panties back on, otherwise your fine baby-oiled ass is going to stick to my thug antimacassars.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Hustler’s Inferno
See also: Ava Rose on twitpic
Don't pull a mental muscle trying to get your thug thizzle on, G – it's not becoming.
Don't try to stifle my creative growth with your playa hatin'. Ebonics attracts new devotees every day as an accepted form of communication.
Not hating the playa, just hating the game. As for Ava… ain't no fun if your homey can't have none.