So, you sad bastards really want to know what I have been doing lately since my move from Madtown to Medtown?
I thought not. Later!
Seriously. I really do not want to bore you fine discerning people with the minutiae of having my arse handed to me economically. I Would however be willing to share my success in numerous other fields. Diversification seems to be the key to survival in these mean times.
Ok. First on the "list" was to get work. Check. Three commission jobs later (work completed and money owed) and No check... Momma gettin mad.
Momma ain't happy? Ain't Nobody happy. ...Check.
So. I get Two Jobs. Paying jobs. When it rains it pours. Again. Whatever.
So there I was. A modern day hero. Getting paid for TWO FULLTIME JOBS. Now Momma ain't happy again.
She never gets to see me... FUCK ME PINK!@ ReaLLY?
'Poppa', aka Timster starts to re assess his 'can't win' position. And wants to ...Choke a bitch.
Ok. Deep breath. Relax ladies; I only seriously choke the bitch during sex. And then it is mutually agreed.
It was a metaphor YO. Chill!@ (And a heads up- reference to the Wayne Brady episode (my personal favorite) of the Chapelle show...
Don't bring yo' kids.
Oh. I digress.
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