Good Morning from Philadelphia!
So, I was sitting down with the misses & she was like;
since I’m here in Philadelphia, you & I should do a post together for my
blog. So I was like; okay, sure, why not. So? I’m sitting here right now, it’s
7:27pm & I said to myself; self? Cuz that’s what I say to myself, I said,
self!? And of course, it didn’t answer, because…? What would that really mean
if…? My “self”, answered, “me”, as I was talking to… well…? Me! It would get
awkward for me, while YOU, would just be like; only the crazy people get
answered OR answer, when they are talking to themselves! Out loud…! Alone! Just
like right now. Where it’s just me… Sitting here, at my desk… alone…! Because
Mrs. Geese is KNOCKED OUT! In the bed… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalonnnnnnnnneeeeeeeee…!
Now? I see you snickering & lemme tell ya, it wasn’t my
fault! And I’m a perfect gentleman, for the most part, just had to throw that
disclaimer in there, you know! Just because I can’t put a fast-talking
murmuring man or woman on here to say that Geese’s perfect gentleman claim is
subject to change, pending time, place & person & situation! Where
gentlemanly quarter may or may not be given or should or should not be
given! So I most definitely didn’t do
anything towards our esteemed Rambler, heh heh heh heh ^_^!!!!! Nothing that
she would FIRMLY object to, like being invited to a bachelorette party with a
sickly White South African STRIPPER! Setting that business back to the stone
age! Ohhhhhhhhhh, she knows what I’m talking about, oh yeah! And sooooooooooooooooooh do some of you
reading this, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! AHEM!
White South African Male-Stripper “Soh, how am I doing!?”
Entire unfortunate female attending audience, including my
sexy Rambler “NOH, MAN! GOD, STOP!”
DEJECTED, White South African Male-Stripper “You’re still
gonna tip me, right!? B.E.E.!!!!”
I guess you had to be there. And thankfully? I was NOT. So
for once the great Atlantic Ocean divide between me & my woman, saved my
already ailing eyesight & probably kept me from getting into trouble for
being the Black guy-bouncer, who had to “escort” this guy to the door. I’m
loving the fact that I am sitting here typing this up & talking to all of
you, while our favorite rambler is laying in the bed right now, with a blanket
covering her face in a terrorist fashion, knocked out! So before SOME OF YOU, sink into the gutter &
start giving me “high-fives” for a “Rambler well-done”! ^_^!!!!! I must admit
& confess that this time it was pure & simple sleep-exhaustion that has
our favorite blogger sleeping soundly, yet sexy, & yes I said she looks
sexy in her sleep! I’m looking over my shoulder & back at her, right now!
As I type this sensationalist sentence meant to cause her to turn beet-red
blushing when she finally looks at this blog post & screams bloody murder
“Nooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, man! OMG!!!!
Ya can’t post that! Hahahhahahahaha, oh my god!”
Me on the other hand? I’m like, hey, everyone got here from
mommy & daddy getting busy at some point or another, so why pretend the
reading audience when they know “Mmmmm, the Rambler has not seen her man in a
long hot minute! I need Vegas odds on how long it takes for them to get busy!
And I’ll take the under on whatever the line is!” And see, you like how I sound
like I know how to gamble, right! Meanwhile, I’ve never gambled like that, at
least gambled in that way, mmmmmm-hmmmmmmm, yeah. I don’t have the faintest
idea what the hell I’m typing. I’m just going with it. So whenever this post
goes off track, jumps the shark or whatever? Just refer back to this point
& just nod realllllllllllllllllll, slowly, & say “Yeahhhhhhh, that
makes no sense whatsoever, but he did say. He’s not trying to make any sense,
though.” See, what I’m really trying to do is get me sea-leg’s back underneath
me for sentences, arr matey! It’s been a while since I’ve honestly just posted
something for the sake of posting something. And never mind
that I just woke up myself, too, FROM SLEEPING, PEOPLE. SLEEPING! Not from
having mindless sex with the Rambler! Because I am too much of a gentleman to
mindlessly sex her like that! You can however refer back to my disclaimer
earlier in the post, so? You know? Just kinda, you know? Make what you want
outta that. I’M HERE FOR YOU, THE READERS OF MY RAMBLER! Who’s gonna have a cow
when she reads this shit that I’ve typed.
Wait? Can I even curse on here? I mean, if I play the race
card & try to use that to JUSTIFY me cursing, does that help or hurt? I’m
just saying. Just thinking out loud, mind you, the thoughts I’ve thrown out here
so far are clearly making me look pretty much all over the place. This is what
happens when one stops constantly practicing their craft & then comes out
of left field thinking that it’s all about riding bikes & other crap-tastic
metaphors. I guess I should actually introduce myself, huh? Notice, if you’re
even still reading, you’re wayyyyyyyyyyyy the f@#k down here & like; who
the hell is this moron & where is my Rambler?
Well? Just now she just rolled over & yawned… Now she’s
scratching the back of her head…. & making chewing motions with her mouth…!
How can anybody sleep contorted up like that!? Don’t worry people, not as bad
as I typed it. Guess you have to be here like the whole SA White Stripper
thing, I guess…? Now she’s passed out again… because she’s stubborn &
didn’t wanna go back to bed as if we REALLY HAVE SOMEPLACE WE MUST BE,
hahahahahahahah! Meanwhile? Fun-fact, she is wearing a t-shirt that says PEACE
on it, while she’s laying in my bed. For some reason the fact that she’s laying
in the bed with a shirt that says peace on it, is ironic. How? I could say, but
then I might wind back down gutter-road & we’ve only all just met, so I
don’t wanna be too forward. Plus I’ve no clue just who all is reading this,
although I’m sure she would immediately say; you don’t care who is reading it!
Just type you giant teddy bear you!
Or at least I would HOPE that she would say that. I guess
we’ll all find out when she wakes up & I show her this post & let her
proofread it. OH & speaking of which!? You do know that we’re working on a
book together, uhhhh-huh, how about THAT!?
WAIT!? SHE’S MOVING AROUND AGAIN! NOW?! Now she’s jammed her HAND? UP
INTO HER FACE!? I mean, what does THAT MEAN when a person is able to sleep that
way!? With one hand BEHIND THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD! AND THE OTHER HAND JAMMED UP
INTO THEIR OWN MOUTH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, don’t tell her I laughed or that I told
you all this! I’M CALLING YOU INTO CONFIDENCE HERE! DON’T SELL ME OUT, ALL
RIGHT! OR NO SOUP FOR YOU! The whole soup thing, I saw it on a Seinfield episode with this Soup Nazi character he….?
Yeah, I know. Yes. You found a Blackman who saw an episode of Seinfield, ay, it
was late. I was bored. Shit happens. And I turned it off when I realized that
his show was supposedly in NYC, but rarely had any Black people in the
background or IN IT. I put it right up there with Deep Space Nine, which never
got a movie, but Star Trek was all about “people coming together” &
“humanity coming together”, buttttttttttt? A Blackman actually running things
& running it right, hey now. Stop it. That can’t be right.
But here’s the thing though, I’ve got NO PROBLEMS WITH THAT
& why? Because I know that when you have power, you can make or break,
whatever barriers or stereotypes you decide to tackle. Buttttttttttt, if all
you’re gonna do is sit & complain about shit, well? You get what you paid
for. More cheese, with your whine, sir? So I am now gonna move ahead & warp
speed to something else, ay!? Like a chiropractor for my precious Rambler, I’ve
no clue how she can sleep like that. She looks like she belongs in Cirque De
Soleil or in an intensive care unit, either way, flexible is the word of the
day boys & girls. And our Rambler is flexible, we see that by the multitude
of posts she has on her blog & we see that in her honest & open
observations, too. I think you already know that I read her blog posts too
& I’m glad that my oldest son & I were able to inspire her to get on
here & just have fun with it & write & type whatever comes to mind.
I’ll be joining her & you on here, at least for a little while, adding
whatever two cents & six rand I can muster up, cuz I’m lazy. There I said
it. Now you know. Geese? Is lazy. And now I am smiling my ass of, because it is
a lie & now some of the people who used to read my ramblings elsewhere are
like; Lazy? YOU? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, idiot. Whaatttttttttttttttttt are you up to
now?
WAIT!?!?!? SHE MOVED AGAIN! SAT UP! LIKE ONE OF THOSE HORROR
MOVIES! AND THEN FLOPPED BACK DOWN IN THE BED! And yes, what I’m up to is just
getting used to posting again & getting into the feel of what it means to
ramble kinda-sorta maybe responsibly AND SHE JUST ROLLED OVER! Well…? Uhhhhhh…?
I have to go now. You’ll, figure it out, you know, on why I have to go… NOW.
LATER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! Ahem. Just see the disclaimer, seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, the
disclaimer…! LATER!
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