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Friday, July 24, 2009

Step 1: Find what I do for relaxation and enjoyment onerous, troublesome or pedantic.

Step 2: Tell me as much.

Step 3: Lose me.


I've done this scene with another actress. I didn't like it then. I won't deal with it long, now.




Thunderstorms make these bones ache more than they naturally would.




Heywood U. Bleaumie?




Some of y'all act like Michael Jackson was your cousin. Stop that shit, please. Pretend like you have more intelligence, decorum, and couth than the average poo-flinging chimp, ok?




I'm not getting enough rest. I'm SLEEPY, still. I need The Piss Uv Da Gawdz...a Mountain Dew.




This chick didn't taper at all. She was the same width from her shoulders all the way down to her feet. Then she had on wedge heels...which only served to make her look MORE blocky.


If the word to describe the way you chose your wardrobe today is "comfortable", then you probably look like a "BEFORE" picture on What Not to Wear. Dress to accentuate the positives in you, ladies. If you don't wanna be seen as somebody's frumpy grandma, then don't dress like one.




Kelis' idea of female empowerment: $40000 per month for child support? Nas would have done better to get custody, himself. Northern Courts SUCK! And, Nas needed a better attorney!


$40000 x 12 x 18 = $8,640,000


*smh*


That's some bullshit…and you know it.




Why do the police have the nerve to get their pannies in a bunch when they get called on the fucked up shit they do? Only NBA referees come close to that level of bitchassededness.


It's sadly amusing: Black folks get treated so badly here that foreigners that you can't even fucking understand try to get away with some of the same shit.


American culture pulls off being both underhanded and high-handed at the same time.


And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon.—Revelation 13:11




Yeah, yeah! I understand the irony of quoting scriptures with this cussy mouf. But, I'm still right.




BamBam's coming home today!


Yay!




Telemarketers SUCK! If your profession is telemarketing, in ANY of its incarnations, then YOU suck! I understand that, in this economy, we can't always make the career choices that we might like to! But...you still suck as a person if you're a telephone sales representative!


...and, if you have a heavy, Southeast Asian accent, I fucking REFUSE to believe your name is "Joe" or "Ed" when you call peddling your wares. So just stop cajoling me and tell me all four syllables of your first name.




Why do pizza joints even bother MENTIONING one-topping pizza? You know another name for one-topping pizza? Toast! That's all it is: toast:

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Needless to Say...

This stupid song is one of my FAVORITE songs. Mojo, wherever you are, thanks again for widening our musical horizons.

The Party Broke UP - Was Not Was

Jason came in from Peoria
Wearing silk sunglasses
His girlfriend, Gloria, wore metal shoes
That emitted poison gases from the heels
One drink of that stuff and -Zam!-
Th-the walls became floors
Became ceilings became doors
The singer kept singing "Feelings"
That's right when I snapped
Needless to say, th-the party broke up

Th-that flashing tie was a riot!
A-And what was that other remark that you made?
O-oh yes, you're unemployed.
(Heh!) Me too! I know what you mean
Someone began to discuss paranoia
When lightning destroyed half the room
With one blast
The last of us killed off the wine
And went home
Needless to say, the party broke up

Monday, July 06, 2009

Halfway Thru

Yahoo's 360 bought a farm. Ugh! So, I'll be putting my gamboling thoughts on display here.


Ain't life grand?




Sometimes, I wish certain people could see me the way I am when I cease to care and when I stop 'behaving'. There is a different regard from folks once they've seen The Predator Unchained.


Of all my "potential", physical potential is the one that I've most closely approached full realization.




*as told to a dude bragging about his car*


Just after conception, before our souls are fully formed, God gave each of us some choices. *I* chose a big dick.


Meep meep, muthafukkah!




All this patriotic finger pointing with regards to the economy...by people pushin' foreign whips.




Lemme put it to you this way: A person who can't fight exhibiting road rage is as pointless as a celibate nun in sexy drawz. If you ain't prepared to knuckle up, shut the fuck up about traffic.




Some of these ungainly-assed runners need to invest in bicycles...lookin' like Jerry's Kids.




Age is nearly as much mental as it is physical. Your music and wardrobe & music reveal your true age.


While maturity is a worthy goal, getting old is a terrible thing.


I HURT!!!




People are actively deifying Michael Jackson. He was a recluse and a certifiable nut when he was alive. Now: OMG! Michael was (insert plaudit here)!!!


Mention the child molestation, though, and people look at you like you whipped your dick out in church. That's part of his legacy, however. That's why it's important to act like you have some sense, now. Cuz the dumb shit you do can (and should) be brought up when you die.


For example: the people who let their children stay unattended at Neverland Ranch, they should get clowned HARD at death.




It's been said that he who goes forth with a fifth on the Fourth may not go forth on the Fifth. Glad you made it, bastards.