Back in college, and for a while after, I used to write crazy poems that got me in all sorts of trouble with the hopeful panderers. I never hit them from the stage because I’m no town crier, but, my outlet, and their sick fascination, was popular nonetheless.
OMFG. I had no idea who she was until last week when I read about Facebook and some other social media platforms banning troublemakers.
It has finally gotten a little warmer around here and it looks like the rain has subsided a bit, at least for this week.
Maybe a year ago I heard this track as the background of a ‘commercial’ on my favorite radio station. The commercial was about donating used musical instruments to the school system a few miles north of me, in the city.
So this fella asks: would you date an MMA fighter? I pffft’d and spouted off the old nugget: I ain’t marryin’ no woman can kick my ass, and we chuckled real quick.