The Jets are still terrible, as always.

And they’re not cucks, P-whipped, punks or bums who aren’t real men. They’re what you call partners.

Not for nothing, but this really made me appreciate that my husband just “gets” stuff like this. When I’m out of the house, I don’t have to ask him to do anything because he just knows it needs to be done. I went to dinner with a friend the other day and came home to a completely clean home, the kids bathed and…

1. Slapped my thigh whilst laughing out loud

I’m raising two little black boys and I’m fresh out of optimistic lies to feed them.

Star for big mama with her burnt arm rolling around in her grave. That is all.

In New York, “Ight, bet.” is indicative that somebody’s arse is about to get handed to them.

Sorry. it was much, huh lol

Arright, arright ah nah guh trubble yuh no mo. I got a pot of curry chicken with plenty channa and plenty gravy to cook!

Homemade guyanese bread with a weaved pattern that looked like braided hair, hence plait bread.

Oh gosh I now feeling for some of my granny plait bread yuh know! Auntie Vesta up from Georgetown till Thanksgiving. I enh get she fi rub she two pot togetha for me soon.

LOL! My friend’s mom used to say it all the time and now I’ve adopted it. You know they been business when they said you came from the pit of hell with Lucifer ‘nem lol

I was taught by a Georgia-born lady how to cook the greens. Just relaying what was told to me by the OG. She said greens gotta be tangy, sweet, spicy and savory.

Eh eh! is wha gine on, GT?

Ma’am. Cumin offended me lol

I love you, but we about to fight.

You know when the peen is limp, but still pulsating? That’s what it looks like.

She’s right. And you know it.

She’s right about the runny eggs though. Runny eggs are a detriment to society and the reason Donald Trump is president. I HATE when people dip their toast in the egg jizz. Nasty and trifling.

Oh, and I forgot a touch of brown sugar for the culture.