FOOLISHNESS, USA — Everybody and their Uncle LeRoy has seen the video of Adam “Pac-Man” Jones handlin’ an airport employee at Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport on Tuesday night so I don’t have to show you that foolishness right here. It’s been all over the internet the past 24 hours. However, it’s my hood duty to give you my analysis of the squab.
All day Wednesday I heard duns sayin’ that Pac-Man still doesn’t know how to act and that he’s always into some foolishness. Now I would agree that ole boy is always on some reckless behavior but on Tuesday night he had a right to defend himself. First of all, boyz out here think that just because a cat has some bread and is famous that he didn’t grow up with all of the hood instincts that everybody else grew up with.
I’ve been sayin’ since I was in college that money is like alcohol. It doesn’t change you, it just brings out of you what’s already in you. So if a boy grew up with hood instincts in ANY HOOD, USA, which ole boy did, they aren’t goin’ to disappear just because he’s got bread now.
So when some dun starts talkin’ crazy to Pac-Man and then bum rushes him at the airport in front of a crowd of people you had to know that ole boy was goin’ to defend himself right? You had to be a complete fool to think that Pac-Man was about to take a shot to the face on camera in front of everybody and their baby’s momma and simply walk away.
Naw playa…once the airport employee went at him he bought that “sit him down” and Pac gave him the receipt.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! This situation could have been much worse had Pac-Man not had boyz hangin’ off of him the entire fight. Sure, the other dun got off several hands before Jones could land the “sit down shot” but the sit down shot was the reality that the other cat needed.
Pac-Man Jones is a professional athlete bruh! They make a livin’ with their bodies. So even though Jones was 6 or 7 inches shorter than this fool he was ten times stronger and more athletic than he was. So with reach alone ole boy got off extra shots and again Pac-Man had duns hangin’ off of him tryin’ to keep him from fightin’ and he still caught him and sat that fool down. Not to mention he still had a $3,000 book bag on. There is a HUGE difference between a regular Joe and a pro playa.
And what upset me was the fact that they didn’t let him finish the dun off once he hit the ground. Ole boy was dazed and confused once he sat down bruh. He was grabbin’ for the air and everything but I guess that was best because Pac-Man would have looked like the aggressor had they let him go. It would have been a whole ball of foolishness today had that happened.
Let me say this bruh, every man has a right to defend himself in any situation. So if you run up on a boy and throw hands at him you’ve bought whatever he puts in your bag. And on some real talk, if I were Pac-Man I would sue the airport because one of their employees attacked me and I no longer feel safe comin’ through their airport.
That’s a public relations nightmare for Hartsfield-Jackson International. He could get crazy paid and not even have to worry about gettin’ picked up by another NFL team. I’m just sayin’ and stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Squab: verb – fight
2) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
3) Ole boy: noun – the person that I’m currently talkin’ about.
4) Sit him down: verb phrase – hit that dun so hard that it made him literally to sit down.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!