This clown strikes YET again. That's right - - - Don Imus doesn't just know how to shut the H up. Heck, he's keepin' Al Sharpton's hair stylist in business. Every time that this always-wearin' the same "I wanna be a cowboy" outfit says something STOOPID, Al is right up front ret to get PAID.Can I get a WITNESS?!
I'll let y'all read what this fool has done now:
http://sports.aol.com/fanhouse/2008/06/23/don-imus-on-adam-jones-what-color-is-he/?icid=100214839x1204512957x1200206395
Say, man, as Rodney once said, "Can't we all get along?" Wouldn't it be just his LUCK if one of his chil'ren said, "Daddy, guess who's coming to DINNER?!?!??!?!
The man would die. Then again, he might have a George Wallace conversation, and say, "You know, it took Susie bringing Tyrone home to make me realize that I like COLORED people. They are my friends. Tyrone, pass the bowl of greens, please. What's that red stuff that you are pouring all over them? Hot what? Hot sauce? What's that like?"
Adrienne, get up off the FLOOR, woman.
Deliver me. I was going to get on Blogger today and not clown. Then, I checked the news and saw this mess.
I am still house-shopping. Today, I saw something that looked like a church parsonage, circa 1982.
Moving right along. . . how was your Monday? Is your week off to a fantastic start??? I had to take an education exam today. I had a panic attack at the place. I HATE tests. I have a Ph.D. I've had my share of tests, and I have flashbacks from those tests. I scored well, but good GOD, I needed Xanex or something.
What did I settle for? A cold, glass of Beringer, White Zinfandel. That's right, my teeth are okay, I am off the antibiotic, and that elixer so calmed my nerves.
Off to study some more. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Hell, can I please start wasting mine? All this learning is KILLING ME, and I am NOT dying SOFTLY.
Word.
