Who buttons UP?

Who buttons UP?

And then proceed to get your ass kicked by Floyd Mayweather.

Much of Cosby’s “art” is too dependent on his having a “squeaky clean” image, and his incessant moralizing and lecturing hectoring his fellow folks: namely blacks and other comics, over his perception of their shortcomings.

 

You rarely see them on blogs, or news sites, or email or texts or chat apps.

I’m getting too old for this shit.

You know real people not named Trump — and not associated in any way, shape, or form with the Administration — live there, right?

That’s a big fat NO. Yes, I am fat-shaming that fat, ugly liar. Sue me.

First and foremost, Kanye, slavery didn’t last 400 years (technically).

This.

I blame Lebowski for the sad state we’re in.

The brotha could ball, too.

Uh, bedee, uh, bedee, that’s all?

Uh, bedee, uh, bedee, that’s all?

That’s right.

I forgot today was Way Day. You could say I forgot about Way.

I forgot today was Way Day. You could say I forgot about Way.

I mistook her for Amber Rose.

Mayonnaise is delicious.