Theeeeeey're Baaaaack

When I went to sleep last night, I thought that the big story going into the weekend would be the one about Justice of the Peace, Keith Bardwell out of New Orleans outright refusing to marry an interracial couple because he did not believe in mixed marriages. However, he did say that he was not racist (go figure). Anyway, when someone sent me the following link to a you tube video of the group H-Town (Knocking tha Boots), collaborating with Jodici, I knew I was in for a screaming, raunchy good time this weekend despite the fact that in a few years, Keith Bardwell will be somewhere in a nursing home soaking in hot piss while an all Black nursing staff will be the ones with the burden of taking care of him (Karma is real people). Anyway, the words to the song had me cracking up but at the same time, feeling a little warm in my middle parts (kinda like Keith Bardwell will). So without any further delay, for your foolish Friday freakishness, I give you H-Town w/ Jodici, "Knocking Your Heels". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psKAqrRBVc8

Do you remember, Stretch Armstrong?

I remember being about eight years old when I first saw the commercial for Stretch Armstrong and saying to myself, "I have to have one". It wasn't until I turned about 12 that I finally got one (things were tight). I had it for all of three weeks until the curiosity of what was inside him that made him stretchy, got the best of me. So my brother and I pulled until he tore right under his arm. To my amazement, the thick gel was nothing like I expected and to this day I wonder if I can sue the Kenner Toy company because he was supposed to stretch, not burst. Do you remember Stretch Armstrong?

SOUL TRAIN

I remember as a child, feeling so shorted because we were not allowed to play secular music in the house because Mama Elsie said that they were "Blues" and that was not the type of music befitting the house of a ministers wife. HOWEVER, once a week, on Saturday afternoons, she would allow us to watch one show and boy would we make up for all the days we were saints. That show was "Soul Train". On occasion, she would even stop by the television and say, "Look at them gals snatch it. We used to do that when I was young, but we really knew how to get it". Soul Train was a religious experience for my family. You couldn't do anything, cut grass, get your hair braided, go grocery shopping or to the show, until after Soul Train. Do you remember, Soul Train?

Hai Karate!

When I was about 8 years old, my aunt gave me a bottle of Hai Karate after shave and I went stone crazy. I dabbed some on and started judo chopping and kicking at everything and anyone in sight. I did this for about three days until Mama Elsie had had enough and tore my @ss up with her own rendition of a black belt! Do you remember Hai Karate?