Corona Familiar (La Cerveza Mas Fina, Lager) Dr. Kirk Kurtis Keith III, Refined Beer Blogger Administrator of The Blog: Beer You! Beer Me!, Posted: Saturday, June 6, 2020 at 6:33 PM

Shee-ought!  I don’t know what tah tell yah?  I really don’t! I’m not gonna do none of that snobbish motha fuckin bullshit takin yo ass on a borin taste test with that tired ol’ ‘Appearance, Smell, Taste, Mouthfeel…bullshit!  Fuck you Boo-Boo…if that is what yo tired ass is spectin ta read cause I loves ta tell ya, but…no!  We don’t roll on this blog like that!  Fuck that and “The Cat in the Hat”!  What I do, do, is to tell you a story and hope the hell I can make you taste what I am expressing with the story as we unveil the following find:

I popped the cap of the chilled at 38 degrees Fahrenheit, ‘Corona Familiar,’ from (yes, I am straight beer ballin like that with my temperature-controlled beer refrigerator thank you very much) my cooler; you heard me correct-fuckin-leet-lee!  Drank it straight from the bottle son!  It be like that sometime when a nigga been workin at ImaSon ten hours a day fo the past five days for Massa Iman Beetus, in a hundred degree or more warehouse environment!  So fuck those trivialities of proper etiquette of beer tasting and all that bull…shit! Took a proper swig.  Held it…instantly I am on an island.  It is hot as fuck!  I look over and my wife is coming toward me, cocktail in her right hand and this brown bottle in the left hand, smiling, curvy body on point, sashaying, coming closer finally she jokes, ‘Is this seat taken?’  I smile at her and respond, ‘Always…with yo ass in it!’  She lets out a howl of a laugh as she sits into the chaise next to me with her left hand extended with a brown beer bottle.  I accept it of course.  We ‘Cheers.’  I drink this shit!  Now that’s what I’m talkin bout!  We both look at one another.  As if on key, we raise our perspective sunglasses so we can witness one and the other's eyes, close one of our perspective eyes in a loving wink.  Put sunglasses back into proper position.  Sit back.  Tack a sip of this lager. We both stare out, sitting on this beach, onto the ocean at nothing and everything!  I fist pump! And look up at the clear blue heavenly pure sky sans a hint of a Chem-trail and think happily to myself:  Life… is good!  And I hope that makes yo ass thirsty as hell!  Prost muh fuckah!

You Ain't Evah Been No Real 'Rican, (Twenty-Three Years Old, Samuel Shabazz, Youtuber) Wednesday, January 1, 2020 at 3:33 Am

White Eskenazis’ been ownin slaves since the beginning of humankind and shit!  Of course yo, sorry masta all the time havin slave ass is tryin ta deny it now the money has been made and the shit is done, son! Course yo ass tryin ta rewrite histry an shit!  But I’m one of the few dissenters.  I don’t claim to know you.  Shit no!  But I expertly understand yo sorry wantin ta have slaves again motha fuckin asses!

“Those niggers just love that watermelon!”  Y’all sorry motha fuckas Scoff!  Shit!  Fuck you boo-boo!  Y’all Eskenazi jew asses are the ones that made us falls in loves with the tasty succulent motha fucka!  You gave it to Our sorry asses as an aphrodisiac, and heavy on that aphro!  Now motha fuckas, Dr. Oz et al…wanta rewrite histry and shit and say, ‘Eating watermelon can cure your ED!’ You think?  If the only thing yo Black ass has ta look forward to is some good ol’ tasty sweet succulent watermelon, because yo black slavin ass can’t gets to no LQ to buy a fifth of Bumpy Face to cure the days Black Nuts and Black Vagina kickin aftah eighteen hours in the damn Alabama, Mississippi hellacious, oppressive as fuck motha fuckin heat, then the only thing yo Black slavin ass is stuck with, Massa seems to give us whenever we wants…watermelon, motha fucka!  Yo Black ass gonna love, and yo offspring's are gonna grow up lovin, that good ol' hard dick makin 'coon melon'!  That shit don't need no contemporary doctors to make mah fuckahs understand what those mah fuckahs under-fuckin-stood way back 'fo nineteen-ought-ought!  Sheee-it!

So we's can makes otha Black slavin asses...deriding notwithstanding, then why the fuck wouldn’t niggas ta this day, loves them some watermelon?  Super-silly-motha-fuckas!

Let's Take A Ride ( Radio Broadcast: #334/Sunday, December 1, 2019) MSHCirca 2000, FM 103.3 WYOY, Indianapolis, Indiana

What kind of music do you like?  Chill music?  Solid.  Hop on in.  There you go.  Take a load off.  You gotsta roll with leatha baby!  Ya heard may!  You comfortable and shit?  You are?  Excellent, even?  Well, you ain’t said nothin but, “Go!”  It’s a four-hour journey, two hours there and two hours back.  You cool with that?  Now, that’s what I’m talkin bout!  You mind if I put the top down, it’s just a beautiful night?  Your hair?  Hah!  With hair or without hair, yo ass is fine!  So, top down or top stays up?  Now, that’s what I’m talkin bout times two!  I let the top down along with the side windows and instantly the blessed Summer semi-cool breeze came rushing into the ride.  We look at each other.  She nods.  Time to roll…Put the turn signal on, cue the music: The Doo Bop Song by Miles Davis… 

You Knew Motha Fucka! Now, Don't Sit Up There And Lie Now Motha Fucka! Cause You The Fuck Knew! (Twenty-Three Years Old, Gale Galz) After Indiana Passed The 'DID it for the Indiana Soldiers' Campaign To Successfully Legalize Marijuana In The State Of Indiana, Friday, September 11, 2020

So what are you going to do now my brothah?  Hunh?  I mean shit the warning signs were there, ‘High priced weed with high priced consequences.”  Ain’t nobody lied to nobody at this point. 

“I understand the contract which I am signing; buying this quad for 500 dollars, with not a hint of duress.”  Yo broke ass sees that! Signed that shit!  And bought that same shit!  Shit!  God damn!  We all adults in this motha fucka!  “Shit!  Goddamn!  Get off yo ass and jam… “Live and in motha fuckin colah!  Motha fucka!

 

Butcha see, I’s ain’t in control of my life.  I don’t have any rights.  I don’t have enough to make a difference…and you see, I don’t have any control over my vices;  I’m the…poor…The fuck wrong with you?  I, and especially those motha fuckas, goin tah feel sorry with those ‘Swing low/ Sweet Chariot…’ bullshit words?!  Cause er’body know up in this bitch!  Come ohn naw!?  We bees’ a-dults. Don't front, er'body-the-fuck-knows…

Can't Hold Back The Years (Twenty-One Years Old, Carl Cutler, Senior Year Philosophy Major, Fairview House, Butler University) Wednesday, January 1, 2020 at 12:12am

What’s your motivation?  Or better yet, ‘What is my motivation?’.  To keep a motha fucka waking up every God damned day to do the same thing over and over again until one dies… well… until 65 years old, but what the fuck is the difference at that point!  They done used all the good years of You up; with yo now old retired tired no good ass!  Uhm!  Just look at your sorry ass!  Shame fo Our Father!

"Rules To Live By," Marques Matthews aka 'Rocky Mountain High' Blogger, Article Submitted and Published by Weekly Publication, Denver, Colorado based, "High On The Mountaintop," Sunday, August 2, 2020

She said I could hit it.  So I hit it!  Good!

Took the aforementioned hit from my hangin partna Toshelle, she handin it to me solidly, respecting the proper etiquette of passing: it, situated between one’s index and thumb; extend hitting hand and arm to passee, the passee should have or either’s should have already extended the hand which Passer is of course passing at this point to said Passee, shit.  Maybe I should have called you with this shit.  This texting this bullshit is a fuckin bitch for real!  Well…fuck it! And when the Passer feels the Passees’  index finger and thumb against the Passees,’ the Passer retracts thumb and presses the contacted tip that is against the index finger tip of the hit against the Passees index finger, so Passee can secure it with their given now closed upon thumb, secured.  But if the motha fucka you hangin with is left handed the opposite would be in play.  What's that?  Shit!  Come ohn naw!  Yo ass shouldn't be high this early and on a fuckin, for most of US, a fucking worship day!  But proper pass my Brothas and Sistahs like I was sayin before I was so not coolly interrupted.  But anyway, old school for real.  You can tell a person is old school or hangs around old school just how a person passes hits and take hits, ain’t that some shit?

...Anyway, It was Toshelle’s shit, not mine.  She supplyin the shit for the both of us.  That was the cool nature of our friendship: when she was up I was up and when I was up she was up.  Beautiful right.  So I pulled hard as fuck, shit nigga ain’t had shit in a while, now come on naw, it ain’t that I was tryin ta be greedy and shit like that.  This motha fucka ain’t the fuck like that at all!  That’s bullshit any time of day!  But it’s part of my story.  And the whole reason I’m telling this story is because of the point.  Without a point one could not pierce they would be left only to bludgeon.  And like my daughter used to say, “That not nice...”

Back to the hit…Inhaled mightily like I was sayin, held that shit and proper passed Toshelle.  Now she hittin the shit, but kind of light which I am takin notice of.  She extends the hit back to me, I cut my right hand across my throat, as to say, I forfeit my hit this round.  She smiles at me and says, “Boy you still holdin that shit?  Goddamn!”  

I nod at Tosh, and start to speak to her around the held inhalation, “My Mommy used to say: ‘Treat peoples’ shit better than your shit.’  And I wouldn’t expect anything different from you, Tee,” while exhaling I continue to and say, “Words to live by,” with a period put on the exhalation by the exhaled hit now pristinely pure again, sans fumes. Exhalation now complete.

Toshelle just looking at me like, 'The Fuck."  She finally hits the hit again, still while looking at me, now smiling.  I liked when she smiled.  She wasn't attractive at all looking at her face,  one had to look beyond her face to see how beautiful Tosh is and the even more pure beauty about Tosh is that she has not a clue of her stunning essence, and Tosh says,  "I really like your ass!  Well, shit, I can honestly say...I love yo ass!  You my motha fucka!  But I hate you all the same nigga!  And I hope to hell I'm makin some sense to you," as she extended her right passing hand to my receptive right hand. I nodded again at Tosh. Proper pass complete. And just before pulling, I winked at her and said, "And I understand..."

Scent Basting (Broadcast #: 333/ Saturday, November 30, 2019) MSHCirca 2000, FM 103.3 WYOY, Indianapolis Indiana

This is the day of a big date.  The fuck!  Man, listen, yo ass overthinkin' some shit.  Ain't that deep.  For real.  Man or woman, who gives a real fuck!  It's ah bout chew boo-boo!  So...whatever?  The day you and another person of interest decide to get together, from the time you get up, until yo ass picks that mothah fuckah up, yo ass should be bastin.  What is "Basting"?  You asks.  It is applying the scents that you have ascertained and applying those same ascertained scents every forty-five minutes or up to an hour, from the time you wake in the morning up until you go on that special date. 

And about time you go on that date the other mother fucker will either say, I am going to fuck the shit out of this motha fucka!...  Or, I can't stand the smell of...

Dig This Shit (PragerU Entusiast, Twenty-Three Years Old, Joshua Johnson) Review Of The HBO's 'Euphoria' Series Youtube Blogger

The fuck you waiting for?  The best series ev-er!  Kick you in the nuts kind of shit!  Raw!  But the truth!  Check it out!

Everything Is Copacetic (Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus and President Richard Haas) Friday September 6, 2019

"All these mass shootins.  The fuck.  Not a fuck.  But the Fuck!  Time to un-arm yo stank 'merican ass!  You can't do that!  I have rights as an American citizen fucker!  No my soon to be in shit land friend.  The New World Order says fuck those rights!  There's a new sheriff in town, just call him: Commy for short." And president Haas laughed with unabashed maniacal mirth from Doctor Ghebreyesus' scoffing mimicry words and affect of a soon to be put in their place, finally, Americans who have always complained about everything and nothing... as they continued to Skype and deride the last bastion of Humanism: The United States of America and its people.

The Green,Green Earth (S1-Pilot, June 6, 2020 NWO Cable HD Channel 1666, KomCast Indianapolis, Indiana at 6:00 PM)

...Just when he didn't think he could hold it any longer he let it out, slowly, purposefully.  Exhaled until he heard the high pitch noise of the apex of an exhalazation, the lungs cryin out, "I can'ts take no mo!  Yous just gotstah let it out," and you slowly and purposefully do,  "Shit! My niggah!" the lungs lovingly respond...