I'd like to talk to my dad again, but there is so much I would want to say to him I don't think I could narrow it down to one thing. I just wish I had known what a great man he was. I should have paid more attention.
I would ask the parents of these kids down in the hood what the fock they thinkin? not ALL of them, but lots.
girl just told me their power got shut off, usin candles for light at night. i ask "what do your parents do for a living?" "my daddy works." what does your mom do? "nothin. sit at home."
come on man.. come on. you ain't got no lights but you don't feel the need to find a job?
and that's just one, i got plenty.
and fly, your first post was a joke i hope. and if not, i feel for ya man.
"That's right Mr. Tibbs, I won't be taking your voluntary lecture in Anthropology for a mid-year elective. I don't want a course essay on raft-building mud wrestlers cropping up and destroying my November Naughtiness."
"That's right Mr. Tibbs, I won't be taking your voluntary lecture in Anthropology for a mid-year elective. I don't want a course essay on raft-building mud wrestlers cropping up and destroying my November Naughtiness."
why did you stop making me cookies?