Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Wanted: One Husband...

I'm late to this one, I know. Forgive me?

This woman needs a husband, quickly and desperately.

Then again, one look at that mugshot seems to imply that there just isn't enough Viagra in the world to help you do the deed. Then again, I've heard that most black men would screw a telephone pole if it held still long enough, and I'm pretty positive, based on appearances only, this one has at least one Baby Daddy somewhere, so I could be wrong.

Some men have no standards, beyond a) breathing and b) offering.

With regards to this woman, the male mantra of "close your eyes and she can be anyone you want her to be" doesn't apply; I couldn't imagine my way through a rut with that for all the tea in China, and if I did find myself in the unfortunate and desperate straits required to even think about doing it, I would have to rush right home and scrub myself thoroughly with a Brillo pad.

The crackpipe is merely the icing on the cake, and probably par for the course.

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