Sunday AM
I usually don't blog on Sundays, and you know the reason...I'm pretty comatose and don't care much for talking to anyone, much less blog this early in the day. At any rate, I'm at work and I have to do some checking in with the LSATs that are going on here. Only two students, so it's not a big deal, but one of them is a bit challenging, shall we say, so you know how that is.
Today being Father's Day, I have acquired presents for Voodoo Dad, and he's going to be rockin' da house with his new karaoke machine. Buff Bagwell and I collaborated and got some dope CDs for him to drop some rhymes to. Filipino karaoke too, so knock your old white athletic socks off, pops, you deserve it. I think Buff Bagwell will be droppin' tunes too when no one's home. I'll have to come over and surprise him one day.
To all Fathers around the Voodoo Globe, thank you for all the hard work that you put into keepin' yo' chirrens clothed, fed and happy. It's not easy being a pops in a world that just doesn't honor parenthood in the first place, but I have a lot of respect for men who pull their weight with their kids. Whether or not you're living with your baby's mama or your other baby's mama, props to you. Handle your business like a man, cause any man can make a kid, but it takes a real man to be a Father. Even if you're taking care of someone else's kid, even more love to you. Today is a day that might bring you ugly ties, tacky gifts or drama with your baby's mama, it's the one day out of the year that Voodoo Babies and Mamas can say thanks.
Now go wash the car.
Love to the Fathers and the Mamas,
Voodoo
Sunday, June 17, 2001
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