A father and son were on a fishing trip when the dad pulled out
a beer.
"Can I have one, Dad?"
"Can your d**k touch your...
Posted: 12/01/2008
I used to ask her, 'Mama, where my daddy at?' Black moms, you
know, they strong, so she'd be like, 'I'm your mama and your daddy.' Now you...
Posted: 10/30/2008
You knew who the rich kids were, right? Right up at the front
of the line, packet A: 15 10x12's, 32 5x7's, six friggin' posters. I was way back at...
Posted: 10/30/2008
My father refused to turn up the heat because the body had its
own heating mechanism: shivering. He'd say, 'I see your teeth are chattering. You...
Posted: 10/30/2008
I ain't a black dude. I ain't a brotha -- not the ones that
y'all is used to. I grew up rich. Both of my parents were doctors; we were loaded. I...
Posted: 10/30/2008
Bar mitzvah was a good day in my life -- made more money that
day than I think I'll ever make again.
Posted: 11/02/2008
I feel like, as we get older, we should have recess. Now that
we have, like, wars and Visa bills, we should have 15 minutes on the slide everyday.
Posted: 10/30/2008
What I'm saying is we were poor, people. I mean, blues singers
would show up at our house when they had writer's block -- that's how poor we were.
Posted: 10/30/2008
I love my dad. He used to walk around the whole neighborhood
and collect old furniture and fix it, like MacGyver with duct tape. One time, he...
Posted: 10/30/2008
They would hit us for discipline because we grew up really
poor. I don't know if you know this, but poor people beat the sh*t out of each other.
Posted: 10/30/2008