I want you to forget everything you’ve ever read, heard, seen or thought of about powerful women in American history because my girl, Sybil epitomizes female empowerment. I first saw this video a few years back, but for some reason this morning woke up with the phrases, “Damn, who I live with” and “Gimme mines” lingering in my mind and flowing from my lips over and over again. This was accompanied by a visual of my girl, Sybil getting them right on together. Now when I first saw this I though that there may have been an issue with some mental instability going on here and that would not have been funny. But then the camera panned in to the two 16 oz. cans of Colt 45 on the dining room table (LOL). Sybil is waaaaaaaaay too much. If there is any such thing as past life, then my girl Sybil was a fierce warrior leader who ruled with an iron fist that would make Hitler look like a nursing student who stays high by stealing Xanax from the patients in a long term care facility. By the same token, she would have any woman considered more attractive than her beheaded. This is what I call a woman y'all. I want to one day meet her as badly as I want to meet Oprah...seriously. NOW, you can enjoy your weekend!
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