Dope Fiends....

Well, Good Morning World! I am going to acutually start doing some work around here. I just discovered (through my fight club) that there is a productivity report for this new fangled system. So appearing busy(shuffling papers, staring intently at the computer screen) will not cut it anymore.

On Wenesday my favorite movie of all time came on t.v. What's that you might ask? Jungle muthafluckin Fever. I don't watch that movie for the social commentary on interracial dating AT ALL. As far as I am concerned some black men, white girls can have. But anyhow, I love this movie for two reasons. 1) The Good Reverand Doctor 2) My man Gator. The Good Reverand Doctor speaks in straight scripture ALL the time. I always wanted to marry a man like that. Can you imagine?
Me: "Baby are we gonna hunch tonight?"
The Good Reverend Doctor: "Lord, I stretch holy hands to thee.."
I just love Gator because, yes America, I am intriuged by the antics of dope fiends. Here are just some of the things that I have noticed.

1) When there are two dope fiends on Cops...isnt it odd that the two people never look like they run in the same circle. For instance, there was an old black lady and a white girl my age getting arrested. Of course they both claimed the crack pipe belonged to the other one, and the older black lady claimed she was riding with her because she was concerned about the white girl's baby, who might I mention did not have on a diaper. Then shennanigans insued about the white girl walking up and down the street all night and smoking dope. Too funny

2) Often times they ask for odd amounts of money. For instance, my aunt Mary will ask for $1.67. A $1.67?? Why not $2.00? You can tell someone is straight scrapin up change.

That's all I can type right now....I need to go back to the business of being productive. Well, thats all for now!

*To any dope fiends I have offended.....I got love for yah!*