Happy Sarah Ryndak Friday!

You know that shirt smells like fart!

Poetry for Beth Sfooma

Hooker boots, Ellen suits
Platinum curls, Indigo Girls.

Empty beer cans, Infectious laugh
Supermarket sweep, sex for cash.

Sfooma you're almost gone, Sfooma you're leaving
Sfooma you're my best friend for all these things, but mainly for your cleavage.

I say it a lot, and I hope it resonates
We booze a lot, we've got big boobs - wherever you are, we're fuckin' soulmates.

How I Look Without Makeup

I wish - this fine piece of mocha choca latta yaa yaa is none other than Emmy award winner, S. Epatha Merkerson!

Come On Be My Baby Tonight

Mom, if you're reading this, I'm marrying a black woman.

**UPDATE**

Sharon: NO YOU DON'T HAVE ME ON YOUR BLOG!!!
Sharon: LOL
Me: you like dat?
Sharon: I can't believe you .. you are a mess

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack