"I want you looking like a million bucks, sarah!"

So....you want me to tone it down for you boss? Well... okay.

I really should have said that.
But I didn't.
I don't know why I'm so passive in conversations these days.
It doesn't make any sense.
I have all these ideas and remarks in my head...floating around...
I might as well use them.
They're not helping me out.
They should help someone else, at least.
So, I was watching this commercial about cancer patients who survived--- one lady said "i've got too much to do to die."

YOU GO LADY!
of course...she was black.
That's probably why black people die first in scary movies.
All of 'em are too damn sexy and too damn practical to let stupid shet happen in the first place.
White people are like "hoshet-- that's a scary noise. Let's go see what crazy hungry creature made that one!"
Black people are like "Hoshet-- that was a weird ass noise. I gotta go get a blunt force object for protection."
Anywayy-- im watching George of the Jungle-- it's epic.
Brandon Fraiser is like...my second favorite actor.
;D leave me something funny