Crocheting, cross stitching, sewing, basting my meat in creamy sauce - you know just typical dude stuff
Maybe one day when I am strong enough I'd like to meet my illegitimate biological father. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Bill Cosby is my Father - isn't it obivious? I remeber watching The Cosby show as a child thinking to my self.... "my last name could be Huxtable" - "my mustach looks just like Rudy's"I know that your probably thinking to yourself - "this guy dosen't look black" well if you were to see my genitalia you would know, you would be made aware of the fact that I am part african-american. In junoir highschool I was made fun of in the locker room - kids called me "elephant wang" and "Captain Hippopotamus Wienner". I was tormented because of my freak like johnson - I remember going home and I would cry - I even entertained the idea of chopping off my ginormous man meat with a cleaver, but I could never follow through with it.I've learned to love my abnormally huge snake trouser, and today I realize that the taunts of childhood bullies actually made me stronger, it made me a better person... and I fucked most of their mothers which makes feel really good on the inside.I know one day my path will cross with that of my father's... and I'll look him right in the eyes and I'll say "Dr. Healthcliff William J. Cosby Huxtable - I love you Dad."Oh yeah and John Lennon - I'd like to meet him
Anything I can sway my mullet to while I am cruising with the T-Tops off in my 1981 Chevy Camaro - yeah thats right! 454 big block baby! You know - a little Ratt, Winger, Night Ranger - "motoring! what's the plight of whites!" I love that jam!