Pooping unicorns. Feeling brand new at 40. First tinder match. Robbed by a bum. It’s been interesting recently. Gotta love it.
90 days and still no word. Getting back to my old self, I talk about what grinds my gears, people, remakes, and unnecessary letters.
Flan goes through an early mid-life crisis and decides to go down memory lane. Bars on deck. You’ve been warned.
New relationships, why you should STFU, and my reputation as the whitest black man most people know. White is literally my middle name, No cap. Did I use it right?
Been a while since we spoke. I been sneaking around eating sundaes behind my daughters back and kirking out (DC word) on dudes that didn’t appreciate my help. Oh, and there was an election too.
Trying to pump brakes for a moment and slow myself down. Speed kills these days.
Chef Elise delivers Valentine’s day treats, Postmates pisses me off, who knew about the “Hot Wife” lifestyle, and why you should ignore ignorance.
From now on, I’m calling it how I see it. If you disagree let’s chat. I’m interested in the other side. Crazy is crazy though. If I see something I’m gonna say something.
I had no idea what WAP was, but I know what I must do. I deserve credit for this episode This was hard but I think I pulled it off. No pun intended.
It’s ok to admit you’re not ok. The 100 trillion cell theory. What Flan and Tijuana Jackson have in common. This one is all over the place but I stuck with it and got it done.