Aftermath to the Blog eShindig!
The eShindig for my 150th post was BANANAS (No Gwen)!!! LiteBread had to get put out for getting too drunk and flirting with all the women (and at one point, the wall), but somehow made his way back. Amymay ate too many wangs and fell asleep on the floor. PBG 2-stepped her way into hurting feet. Crownie got put out for doing the Stanky Leg AND the Heel toe. I let him bak in after he called me Queen of the Eyebrows (Eyebrowliciious).
Flattery gets you EVERYWHERE. Alise got quitted for her party contribution of Blue Magic grease and “gently used Yaki Mama Tina Hairhat Lacefront”. I can’t stand her and her dehydrated coiffure. BBMo got booed after her toast so she cussed everyone out. This party ROCKED. Thanks for all that came.
Me? I’m a bit under the weather (maybe from all the hoopla). Thugs don’t get sick *side-eye*. The cold virus just b*tch-slapped me and has rendered me useless. Kept me from work yesterday and will probably keep me from work today since I’m not feeling any better. Me and the couch have been one and the same for the past 24 hours. I feel like shitty’s step-sister, crap. Plus I sound like a pre-pubescent boy, with breaking voice. None of this is segzy.
And no, I won’t take medicine. Why? Because medicine is icky @ me. Syrups are the devil’s tea and they usually taste like grape soda, beets and morning breath. iRefuse. And pills aren’t much better. I even refuse to take those One-A-Day vitamins because I can taste the pill when I swallow it (plus those things are HUGE). Me and my Flintstone Gummies Vitamins are a good team, thankyouverymuch.
Ok fine. Maybe I’ll take half a Tylenol or something.
That’s my cue to exit. Catch y’all later!