I Am the Future....

Shout out to the Intern.

Uhhhh, yah sure…I can go ahead and alleviate myself of all the post-secondary knowledge that I’ve been forcibly trained in over the past years and grab you a cup of coffee, bud. One or two sugars? And, by the way, the local drycleaners was closed, so I personally took your laundry down to the best shop I could find. The drive? Nah, 45 minutes out of the way is nothing. I was able to stop by and pick up those doughnuts for you on the way back, sir. Actually, can I have one of those?I had to work through lunch….

All I Want is More Recess.....

Shout out to Childhood.

Maaaaan, how I miss those innocent days of mom-guided fashion, daydreams of M&M's for dinner, lack of a significant educational grading system, and my skill of general time wasting.....I pray this bad boy be invented soon enough so that I may go back to cutting up dead frogs in the backyard, remaining eco-friendly by not showering daily, and having no idea of how strenuous females and their cooties would become in my very near future.....

Where's The Lotion...

Shout out to The 40 Year Old Virgin.

A staple in our generation of realistic comedies, this film captures the essence of how an extended lifetime of virginity can devolve a man what I call "a lame". Surely Steve Carrell's actual no-booty gettin experience up to the start of his fame inspired him so have such a spot on performance. His posse of dope niggas, including Seth Rogen, also explores the complexities that follow once a vaginal enterprise has been established. I'll let YouTube explain....

She was a hoe, For Shooo...

Nigga, fire off...

You Know How I Know You're Gay...

I Call You Son, Because You Shine Like One

Shout out to the Light Skinnded.

To all my fellow sunny lookin bruthas and sistas out there, let's take a moment to recognize our daily achievement in hater's resistance and applaud the obvious dopeness we possess with which we use to create envy within our negro community. And, as an added bonus, our assimilation amongst the whites permitted us to be them indoor slave niggas back in the day. Hmm, I wonder if that's natural selections way of keepin us out the sun and not lookin like a half burnt piece of charcoal.....intriguing.

Yes, we can write...

*Look how hard chick up top is mean muggin right now....lol

F@%$ I. N.ever A.ctually L.earned this S#%!

Shout out to Finals Week.

Oh how I loathe the accursed series of trivial evaluations, administered upon a fashion of absent regard for the fastidious minds of the wary. Frivolous quieres leave me pondering the significance of the erudition and the essence of it's counterpart afflictions. Damn thee! Alas, soon I will find relief in the employment of drink and hash. And, again.... I will be merry.