Funkangeles

A World O Funk…. Damn-it! where is my band?


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Life’s losses

Misplace it again.. If you see it anywhere could you please help get it back?

 I’ve Lost my mind  and I think,  it’s playing tricks on me….

Empty headed blogging..

Is this what you want????

Lost of good any sense?

Hep me hep me peas..


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Monthly report

One Moment it seemed i had all this time for writing and was enjoying myself…..

Life happens!

It’s the season to be more social and get out and get things done..

I haven’t done none of that.

I been upgrading  computers  trying to solve a financial conundrum…

Where is the cash??

One minute your in it… Next  thing you know.

It belongs to someone else…

I’m JUst SAYING!!

LOUDLY…

OK carry on

one….peace

Carry on…

Bitching and whining department monthly report ..


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When it rain’s it pours. Clique you know chapter and verse so don’t get your panties in a bunch

My big sister nay
“Fuck em if they can’t take a joke..”

Look I’m not trying to shoot myself in the foot and before I put my foot in my mouth I know what side my bread is buttered and loose lips sinks ships. But chickens are coming home to Roost. You can have your cake and eat it but come hell or high water a can of whoop ass is gonna be opened up round here!

Some days in life you’ve gotta say Fuck em just to see the look on their face, because you know you can’t count your chickens before they hatch when you take one step forward and two steps back, trying to get the horse  back in front of the carriage
Some think their shit don’t stink cause it’s a dog eat dog world and they don’t know their shit from shinola!
Well!… I’ll Be a Monkey’s’ uncle if you keep peeing on me and telling me it’s raining. So don’t shoot me i’m just the messenger & dumber than a box of rocks. When the dust settles and you find your nuts in a vise and you’ve worked your finger to the  bone if you scratch my back  I’ll scratch yours. because life is a bitch’
Later

She was built like a brick shit house with two newborn puppies playing in her shirt.The hatchet was not what needed burying. Harder than chinese and like a virgin on prom night I told her, you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube when you’re up the creek without a paddle. Next time don’t bring a knife to a gunfight because you know pig pussy’s is pork and I hate it until I ate it. Later, like a kid in a candy store, it was so good I slapped my momma. She alway told me if you can dodge a wrench you can dodge a ball…
Funkangeles
Line from soap- the chief of police…Hey I’m  the piece of chleaf

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