You're F***ing with my Hip-Hop, have you any Shame?

I’d like to start off by saying good morning to OPEC. Thank you for raping the Midwest at a minimum of $4.04 a gallon for regular gasoline. I really appreciate it. It makes me choose my social functions more wisely.


The real reason for my post is this:


Tell me why my ex texted me the other day on some, “If you need to contact me…” I was thinking to myself, I know your number, I know your e-mail. If I want to contact you I will…and have I tried to contact you at all this week? I don’t think I did. I think this fact eluded her. I mean, I enjoyed my time with her; but it wasn’t very fulfilling…


similar to Kool-Aid and Doritos…tasty, but a very horrible meal.


I mean, what is it with people that think they can sit you on a shelf and have you wait for them like I’m a non-perishable canned good? I’m not on layaway, and I am priced to move…catch-up so I can tap on you like Heinz,


or tap on you like Hines.





…and in shoe news:


I think I’ve found an acquisition to top off my shoe collection:





Don’t ask me where, just enjoy my shine.



Until next time,

Be Safe or Be Smitten.