Cool down

72 degrees, I can dig that. At least I’m not typin this with my laptop in the freezer. Debates were on last night, good stuff. Today is Friday which is bitter sweet. On one hand it’s the weekend and you get to party and bullshit (somethin I do all week, so envy me) but on the other hand this is the last Rant for the week. Awwww. I feel good knowin that I make every Sunday feel like Christmas Eve for you. Ladies, get your breast checked out. It doesn’t have to be by a doctor. Can be any guy you’re drunk enough to sleep with this weekend. And it doesn’t have to kill the mood either. When he’s groping on you, just seductively say “you like that hard lump in my breast dontcha?” If he agrees, then you make a mental note to see your doctor. If he looks at you with a confused look on his face, just slap him and say you like to play rough and talk dirty. He’ll be too drunk to care, at least I would be.