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Posted on 10/02/06 @ 6:55 pm
Ah, there's nothing better to wake up to on Saturday morning than a call from Death to Shakespeare having a crisis. "You know what? I woke up this morning and had my first grandmotherly pangs." Pangs? Drama. "Really…" "Yeah…and it made me cry because you're not going to give me any grandchildren!" "Really…" "Stop saying really! How you gonna deny me the privilege of not being a grandmother?" "Well, I could adopt…" "Adopt? That ain't the same…I want a BLACK grandbaby!" "A Black…? sigh Is this what you called me for? I'm going back to bed." "Don't you hang up on me!" "Why don't you call Smokedawg and tell him about your 'pangs'?" "Well your brother is back in county for violating his probation." "Then leave me alone." Click. The Huxtables ain't got nothing on us. Filed under: Personal Comments:
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Name's Karsh. 27. Country-born, city-raised, 
I'm confused. Doesn't she know the foster care system is chock full o' little black kids aching to be adopted?
Said by Tiffany — 10/2/2006 @ 7:46 pm
hmmm funny in a sad-just-because-you're-gay-doesn't-mean-that-you-won't-have-kids kind of way.
does your brother have kids? and why the hell is this fool always in jail?!
Said by kristen — 10/2/2006 @ 10:29 pm
LOL @ Kristen - Smokedawg doesn't have any kids (that we know of), but then again, he'd hardly have time to make one since he's on that whole revolving door o' trouble 5-year life plan.
Said by karsh — 10/2/2006 @ 10:55 pm
just….thud
Said by QS — 10/3/2006 @ 12:23 pm