…the way to be a better comic was to create better jokes and the way to create better jokes was to write every day.
Look, I know you’ve probably heard about my other jealous blogs on myspace, facebook and blogger but they ain’t got nothin on you, shawty. Myspace was my main thing til I ran into you. But they just don’t have the sex appeal you have or none of that. Don’t worry, your spot is solidified. Just don’t go crazy on me, cuz I will choke a blog—pronto. Betchu didn’t know I had a lil Wayne Brady in me, did you? Alot of folks don’t. I’ll be back to stroke your keys later, keep em warm for me alright.
Love,
Odinaka
Love Miss Millie Jackson…she gave it to us straight with no chaser.
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