Keeping It Real
So I was planting tulip and daffadil bulbs in the rain today, instead of watching football, while my wife had taken the mini van to the crazy 50% off yarn sale and the Boy was immersed in playing "Hidden pictures" on Highlights.com, when I thought to myself...
"Have I lost my edge?"
I guess if you have to ask, you might already know the answer... Of course not.
And I showed it by mixing the bulbs together and planting the different colors randomly. Some I even planted some in the sod, 'cuz no flowerbeds keepin' me down, dawg.
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posted by White Ghost Devil @ 9:41 PM
5 Comments:
Yes, I know that the picture is not the same FUBU that my FIL gives me. But who says French quartets are frontin'. Ya'll best stay out of the cellist's grill.
Most certainly not! You have not lost your edge!
You're as edgy as a round table ;)
Rock on wid yo' bad self.
(If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what the kids are saying lately and I used to PRIDE myself in knowing the latest slang. Now mine is soooo December 2000. How embarassing is that??)
I'll have you know my ride is a pimpin' gold to match the inlays for my teeth. Not really. But it is gold. Ish.
I'd pay hard Canadian money to see you planting daffs. In my mind your hat is straw and wide-brimmed (is beribboned asking too much?), and songbirds follow you in a cloud. No, WGD, you haven't lost your edge. It's just turned into a trim.
I know, I know. I'm edgy like a spoon.
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