
“Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.”
My homeboy CJ Cline sent this one out. Perhaps it was to give everyone a chuckle before the end of the year. Or maybe it’s a guide of what not to say if you love your significant other!
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels and asked, “What’s on TV?”
I said, “Dust.”
And then the fight started…
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.”
I bought her a scale.
And then the fight started…
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive…
So, I took her to a gas station.
And then the fight started…
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, “Unbutton your shirt.” So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, “That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me” and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.
She said, “You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.”
And then the fight started…
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, “Do you know her?”
“Yes,” I sighed, “She’s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.”
“My God!” says my wife, “who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
And then the fight started…
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
“I’ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.”
He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”
“Nah, she can order for herself.”
And then the fight started…
A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, “I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.”
The husband replies, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”
And then the fight started…
I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.
And then the fight started…
My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday.
And then the fight started…
Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.
I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
My loving wife of 10 years replied, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”
And then the fight started…
I asked my wife, “Where do you want to go for our anniversary?”
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. “Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time!” She said.
So I suggested, “How about the kitchen?”
And then the fight started…
— George S. Patton

— Booker T. Washington

Still got leftovers from Thanksgiving? Tired of eating turkey sandwiches? Don’t want to throw away good food because your mom told you someone was starving somewhere? Check out these recipes specifically for Thanksgiving leftovers.
If you know anything about go-go then you have to know who Chuck Brown is. He’s a legend in go go; He’s the godfather of go go. He may get a street in Washington, DC, named after him.
Chuck Brown (born 1934) is an African-American jazz guitarist and singer who is affectionately called “The Godfather of Go-Go”. Go-go is a subgenre of funk music developed in and around Washington, D.C. in the mid- and late 1970s. While its musical classification, influences, and origins are debated, Brown is regarded as the fundamental force behind the creation of go-go music.
Brown’s musical career began in the 1960s playing guitar with Jerry Butler and The Earls of Rhythm, joining Los Latinos in 1965. He still performs music today and is commonly known in the Washington, DC area. Brown’s early hits include “I Need Some Money” and “Bustin’ Loose”. “Bustin’ Loose” has been adopted by the Washington Nationals baseball team as its home run celebration song. Brown also recorded go-go covers of early jazz and blues songs, such as “Go-Go Swing” Duke Ellington’s “It Don’t Mean a Thing If Ain’t Got That Swing”, “Moody’s Mood for Love”, Johnny Mercer’s “Midnight Sun”, Louis Jordan’s “Run Joe“, and T-Bone Walker’s “Stormy Monday”.
He has influenced other go-go bands such as Big G and The Backyard Band, Rare Essence, Experience Unlimited (EU), Little Benny and the Masters, and Trouble Funk.
The song “Ashley’s Roachclip” from the Soul Searchers’ 1974 album Salt of the Earth contains a famous drum break.
Brown is considered a local legend in Washington, D.C., and has appeared in television advertisements for the Washington Post and other area companies. The D.C. Lottery’s “Rolling Cash 5″ ad campaign features Chuck Brown singing his 2007 song “The Party Roll” in front of various D.C. city landmarks such as Ben’s Chili Bowl.
Brown resides in Waldorf, Maryland. His son, Nekos Brown, is a sophomore defensive end for the 2007 Virginia Tech football team.
Also, my cousin Shanna sent me an email with a coupon attached for TGIFridays. It’s a “Buy One Entree, Get One Free” coupon, good for the rest of the month for those of you who prefer not to eat turkey for the next week.
If you can’t wait for the change to happen in the White House next year, you can get started with a change in how you prepare your Thanksgiving bird. For those of you who are preparing the bird for the holiday, check out these recipes for Thanksgiving turkeys.
Some of the recipes include BBQ Turkey, Salvadorian Roasted Turkey, Turkey Mercedes, Greek Traditional Turkey with Chestnut and Pine Nut Stuffing and of course, The Garbage Can Turkey.
Those who know me know my anti-Wal-Mart views. Though they’ve made some changes over the years, well, I’ll spare you the politics. But I will give credit where credit is due, in this case, in a $12.5 million letter of credit Wal-Mart provided to the Martin Luther King National Project Foundation.
With this letter of credit, it now appears construction of the memorial on the Tidal Basin can begin. The goal is to reach $120 million in which $100 million has been received. If you would like to donate or just learn more about the project, you can visit the MLK Memorial website. Those who donate can have their name etched into the National Memorial in a special section for special donors.
The generous support provided by Wal-Mart allows the Memorial Foundation to obtain a construction permit from the National Park Service (NPS) to begin construction of the Martin Luther King, Jr. National Memorial. Both the National Capital Planning Commission and the Commission of Fine Arts announced final approval of the Memorial design in September 2008. The Memorial Foundation submitted an application for a construction permit along with the final design documents to the NPS in early October 2008. The letter of credit allows the Memorial Foundation to submit the final financial documents to the NPS to obtain a construction permit.
I’m trying to imagine what Pam Alston [who sent this bit of humor] would look like without shopping, hair appointments and wine…
I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly
dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of
dollars for dinner.I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, “If I give you
this money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?”“No, I had to stop drinking years ago,” the homeless woman told me.
“Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?” I asked.
“No, I don’t waste time shopping,” the homeless woman said. “I need to
spend all my time trying to stay alive.”“Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?” I asked.
“Are you NUTS!” replied the homeless woman. “I haven’t had my hair done
in 20 years!”“Well,” I said, “I’m not going to give you the money. Instead, I’m
going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.”The homeless Woman was shocked. “Won’t your husband be furious with
you for doing that? I know I’m dirty, and I probably smell pretty
disgusting.”I said, “That’s okay. It’s important for him to see what a woman looks
like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.”
It started back in the day, maybe when I was in the 5th grade, maybe 7th grade. My dad used to take me running with him, and one day, we chose a new route through one of the neighborhoods as opposed to our normal route on Ft. Bragg. This route, measuring just a mile or two, didn’t seem so bad.
We changed into our gear at Morganton Road Elementary School and embarked on what would be a defining moment for me, though I wouldn’t realize it until I was much older. The first quarter mile or so, no problem. All you could here was four feet pounding on the street, and huffing and puffing because my dad rarely set his pace based on my [lack of] speed.
About half-way the oxygen fought against me. I was breathing as if we were being chased by the grim reaper. It seemed like we were passing the same houses over and over again and getting nowhere closer to where my dad parked his Subaru. It was like being stuck in instant replay.
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For Halloween my homeboy Eric and I hung out with my homegirl Marita and her friends at Chi Cha Lounge on U Street. We went as people who don’t dress up for Halloween. Before we got there, Eric joked about there being someone who’ll try to pull off a Sarah Palin costume. And sure enough, we did see Sarah Palin, with her hunting rifle and all…

Another legend has passed away in Rudy Ray Moore, more commonly known as Dolemite M@#$%er F@#ker!. He died of complications from diabetes at the age of 81 in Ohio.
THIS IS EXPLICIT! If you have virgin ears, you might not want to watch this video of Dolemite performing live. Seriously.
His life changed in 1970 when he found himself listening to Rico, a regular at the record store in Hollywood, where Mr. Moore worked.
He was particularly captivated by Rico’s rude, rollicking stories of Dolemite, a name derived from dolomite, a mineral used in some cements. Mr. Moore perfected the Dolemite stories in comedy routines, most of which he recorded, then spent all his record earnings to make the movie “Dolemite.” A sequel, “The Human Tornado,” followed. A second sequel, “The Dolemite Explosion,” also starring Mr. Moore, may be released later this year.

A bomb squad was called to the Columbia Heights Metro Station here in Washington, DC, because a stuffed polar bear set up outside the station “looked suspicious”. Not the type of stuffed polar bear as in the stuffed Bigfoot those naive dudes in Georgia said they found that would make us eat our words that it was real, but literally a stuffed animal. And just to be sure there wasn’t a bomb in it, they cut its head off. Worse, though, they shut down the station causing even more issues for unhappy Metro riders already dealing with Metro setbacks all week.
But, the crazy part is, it’s not the first time a stuffed polar bear was found in DC, and it’s even promoted on Greenpeace’s website! The DCist website even posted another photo of a stuffed polar bear on the National Mall. Even in the middle of DC traffic holding a sign that reads SOS!

In an effort to always support my people, as well as my people’s people, check out Corey Richardson’s blog called Vexed in the City. Warning: This site obviously isn’t intended for simple-minded people, those who drool over Sarah Palin, those who think Emmit Till hold’s the NFL record for rushing yards in a career or those who think Tyler Perry is the greatest thing since Spike Lee’s School Daze. A taste from his latest post…
How do you people sleep at night… wait, I take that back, you probably sleep very well after nodding off to another episode of House Of Payne whilst clutching your Zane novel and wondering when the McRib is coming back to McDonald’s… I’m getting all kinds of crap thrown my way because I actually had the gaul to say I don’t like Tyler Perry.