What The . . .
I may get some flack for talking slick about jazz legend Dr. Billy Taylor
but fuck that. Curse me out in an email and boycott the site later. Something has got to be said about the diaster perched on his head now
Too bad my mouth won't allow me to form a word.
Listen, I adore my Pop-Pop but I guaran-damn-tee you it would be some furniture moving around in his apartment before I allowed him to step foot out the door wearing my going-out-of-town wig.
Can you imagine? Ugh! "Hey baby can you drive me down to the beauty supply store? I just got my social security check this morning and I've had my eye on this BAD ass lace front."
Labels: All Types of Wrong
Use don't abuse (ie. adding me to your site's mailing list). And for the love of God please stop sending mp3 files of your music. I am not Clive Davis and to be frank I probably don't want to hear the shit anyway. You should also know that I take my slow, precious time responding to email. And sometimes I don't respond at all. Fresh.email@example.com
LEAVE SOME $$$ ON THE NIGHT STAND
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