Friday, May 22, 2009

Morning Mail - 5.22.09

Smokey: I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.
(Source: Friday)

I've been told before that I'm just difficult. To be honest, I haven't even got my beak wet. "You wanna be five, eff it I'll be four."

Some say Atlanta, some say Myrtle Beach, some say Miami, but DC pops Memorial Day Weekend. Quite frankly, every year without fail this is when the hot hand starts knocking down shots.

Cheating ass refs.

I didn't realize until recently how big of an impact Hancock had on America. Do you know that more Black kids (and me) want to be him for Halloween than Superman?

Debbie Downers kill me. So imagine how I felt when someone was like, "next time you're texting and driving, think about the movie, Seven Pounds" thanks Debbie.

I'm going extra risky today at work, but this heat is the reason.

As soon as I got word that Rick James was coming to DC, I got excited.

Don't ever open up morning communication with, "do you know where there's a planned parenthood around here?"

When it comes down to it, there are just some friends you have to let go. I mean you have to think to yourself, are you holding me, or am I holding you? Because truthfully, I've never had to hold any of my real friends.

I feel like I could jump in the studio and drop an ill diss track today. This is what happens when you haven't listened to deeper than rap in a week.

Everybody in their crushed linens at Park on Sunday.

Sunglasses in the club is a secret society. Everybody without them is wondering why. Everybody with them is not caring about those without.

I'm thinking about the next move, this is chess not checkers.

What is it about crabs? (Pause) That makes black people go crazy.

Did they have to find the negros trying to plot the ill terrorist attack? I mean, come on B.

I'm already scheming on an early exit from work. I do have work to do though. I'll git'er done though.

Wait a minute! I almost forgot. Ladies, ladies, ladies, if you plan on wearing open toes, paint your nails. If you plan on wearing a dress or skirt, lotion your legs. I want you to start at your toes.... and go all the way up to your waist. Just get all of that. Fellas, in short, its time to put away the Nike Boots and cop your New Balances.

Project b*tches, Upscale kittens. As I now, feel that Rick Ross is talking about my life too. Don't get it twisted though, Diddy is talking about me in, "Swagger like Puff"

(This is brought to you by intentional, not incidental.)

Kool n the Gang - Summer Madness

1 comment:

little miss ahbee said...

i love summer madness!