Life. It [Continues]

Naturally, bad movies are not something I like to waste my money on.
But dayumn Madea...grrrrl knows how to work it!
So maybe Matt and I were the only white guys in the theater for "Madea Goes to Jail." So maybe we found the campy, stereotypical melodrama slightly more funny than it should have been. (Nobody goes for that crap anyway.) It's all about the Madea.

And as of an hour ago, I think I may start working my ebonic game up for the gits and shiggles.

Kinda reminds me of the times when I'm in my car, windows down, shades a rockin, and the rap and rims rollin. Me...in the drivers seat. One hand on the wheel, the other on my crotc..crochet...head bobbin, knuckle tapping, foot slammin jams. That's when I'm at my A game. I can usually spit some rhymes then. And that's when I feel cool so naturally, I'm thinking that I can carry it over to real life.

BUT BUT BUT now that I'm thinking about it, and I mean physically picturing it, I think it would be literally impossible for me to act...cultured. Sure I laugh and toot and holla at Madea on the big screen, but good lawd, so help me JeeeeSUS if I ever tried to imitate that. I'd be shot in a faster amount of time than it takes a KFC to get shut down for unsanitary food service.

Point is, well, I have no point actually. I just wanted to say that there is nothing better than a big black woman giving lip and attitude on a Thursday night.
Dat's all.