Kwame Go Home!!

I do not know how this happened but disgraced former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick is moving right down the street from us to Southlake...WTF? We got out of Michigan just as he was screwing up Detroit, and now he comes down here? Lovely.

Read about it here.

That guy is a fucken douchebag. But I will tell you one thing, Strawberry the stripper died BEFORE the Detroiters elected him into his second term...Everyone voter north of 8 mile stood in shock when the news announced his victory for the second time. Of course he was doing blow, having wild parties, and doing his assistant..the voters basically told him it was ok!

If you are going to elect an ignorant, gang bangin, coked out, gangster to run your city, then I guess you get what you had coming to you when he embezzles money, and kills a hooker in the mayors mansion...right?

You want some cream in that coffee?

Apparently my hiatus has not gone unnoticed. Having a new baby leaves little time for the old blog. I have a few minutes right now so here are a few things that have been polluting my brain recently.

Paul Blart: Mall cop is the number one movie in America...wow..really? Is it too much to ask for an intelligent comedy? I am so tired of the slapstick, painfully embarrassing, fall down not funny, mind numbingly obvious crap that passes for a decent movie these days. Blah.

We are waiting to get our tax return check this week..then joining a gym...my ass is going to need a zoning permit soon if I do not get moving. Besides that I REFUSE to purchase bigger bras again...I swear I will just stop wearing them altogether. Walking around knocking people unconscious left and right...well that part might actually be fun...

Speaking of which, my friend just told me about a coffee house in Seattle that now has topless baristas...I would tear that place UP! I could see it now, dragging my jugs across the counter, "so you want a latte or what"? That place could be dangerous, I am all about the kinky stuff, but I am not sure I want to experience a coffee burn on the old nips....my luck I would dunk a boob into someones coffee at least once a day....I guess he did say he wanted cream.