Just Go Down "Boring Road" Until You Get To...

Life is a mandatory ride.  And like Mandatory implies: If you vary from the rules, we’s gonna make your ride miserable.  Strap yourself in, follow the rules of the road and you may continue to traverse.
  

Now, that...My Dear Brothahs and Sistahs…is a boring ass drive!

Really: Reality? (What Ever, On-Air Personality Turned Spoken Word Fanatic) August 25, 2020 At Open Mic Every Tuesday At 9:00 PM, "The Spoken Word...The" 333 West Washington Street, Indianapolis, Indiana 46204

It’s like when you get there, your eyes tend to adjust, your outer muscles around your eyes, tightening up, sharpening images, your entire vision.  When you are just focusing, just concentrating on what is in your interests you, and only you, decide the importance and nothing else matters… Life becomes what it truly is and just until now you are reminding yourself of just that fact: Reality does not matter if you just refocus.

 

"Well I do that every God damned day! That bullshit you talkin' ain't nothin knew you!"  You may avow. 

My only response to that is…I understand.

www.millercoors.com(Comment Section) (BBP) Friday, May 24, 2019 @ 11:13 am Indianapolis, Indiana

If I were in marketing in your venerable, great establishment, I market and distribute what Miller can coin, “Half and Half,” in the beer world.  Thinking about married couples, couples, roommates that have totally different tastes in beer… one likes light beer the other only likes regular beer; hence, ‘Half light beer and Half Regular beer,’ mixing three Miller high Life with three Miller High Life Light. Call them Duos: 6packs/12packs/24packs. Push for this idea to be sunk into the public mindset by having different slogans:

“Miller High Life is American Made. We have always made great tasting beer and have always been aware of the diverse world who has always  enjoyed and indulged in the, “The Champagne of Beers!”  Cheers!”

This will bring about a buzz back to Miller High Life starting to make a move to the top where Miller rightfully should be. Just a thought.  

By the way I love the beer that you brew, its truly All American.  The taste is America!

Miller High Life always has reminded me of my father ever since his passing  in 1997, it was the only beer he would drink.  All I’ve got!

For Real-For Real! (Spoken Word Enthusiast, Azure Skyye Bleu) Friday, December 06, 2019 @ 12:12 am / "Skip to No End," Downtown, Indianapolis, Indiana 46204

“Oh, yeah I play the lottery but I’ll never win.”  

The fuck!  Kind of sense!  Does that stupid shit make?! So yo ass plays to lose motha fucka? Damn!  Glad yo ass is happy like that…for real!  Cause a muh fucka like me plays and my Black ass believes whole heartily that my numbers are goin ta hit!  Damn straight!  And get shitty when they don’t!  

The fuck! Those numbers mean something to me.  And they will all come togetha in a multi-million-dollar jackpot that will be mine to win, when these obtuse muh fuckahs decide to act right. And agree amicably, it is best for the decision with all parties’ involved to work together to conclude the matter with this simple solution!  But shit!  Theys gonna hit.  Or, I’ll die tryin to make them hit!  

But tell me muh fucka...tell a broke muh fucka like me...how in the hell yo broke ass, all the time havin ass, expect ta have any betta by, that tired ass slave masta mantra, ‘Just work hard’?  I'm over that fuckin shit of a slogan for the poor!  And that is you and my sorry Black ass!  For real-for real! 

Please, That Young Coors Light Son! (Thirty-Six Years Old, Youtuber Pepsi Coked Jackson) The Ghetto Wine Connoisseur, Posted: Monday, July 6, 2020 at 11:59 PM

...In my opinion, an avid wine drinker as is I, red and white, I may let you know...in a beer setting the reason I believe wine drinkers order a light beer is because light beer is the most like a wine, a sparkling wine at that, save for some of the lacing retention given brand of light beer.

Take for instance Coors Light.  The color is spot-on Sparkling wine, a straw color. Nose...bland but with a very little hint of rose.  Taste, their is a kind of slight fruity taste going on, with a slight bitterness at the back end.  Can't quite describe it. Definitely not offensive at all. Dry finish.  Effervescent.  Refreshing.  And the most important aspect with the beer crowd, quite session-able.  You know beer drinkers. Get all out of sorts when they drink too many.

But we wine drinkers are...classy chil'!

You Never See It Coming (Thirty-Nine Years Old, Carlton Cox, D.O.A. at Sidney and Lois Eskenazi Hospital, Road Rage Incident) September 11, 2019 at 2:33 am

I couldn't sleep and decided to go for a drive at 2:15 in the morning.  I got into the car. Drove to the on ramp to I-465 East and had just merged onto the highway, when  another car pulled up along side of me the car traversing on the left of me in the middle lane.  I turned to see who the driver was and all I noticed was a revolver pointing directly at me with a hand attached to the butt.  I turned to look at the road again and started depressing the accelerator...

Fuck You GOT! (Sixty-Six Years Old, Ex-Game Of Thrones Fanatic, Malcolm Merit)) Sunday, April 14, 2019; 8:59 pm

Fuck GOT!  For real!  I know I’m gettin’ all kind of shit from fanatical, GOT'ers.  Advertising anticipation to the end of  GOT…Who said?  Shit not my ass!  Fuck you boo-boo!  Shit, what was that slogan on the movie, The Truman Show, ‘What next?”  Fuck yeah, what next!  That’s the reason I watched the shit weekly when the new episodes would start.  I didn’t watch it because I was anticipating an ending to the shit.  Maybe to some of the characters, no doubt…but the show…fuck you!  “What next?,” was the reason a muh fuckah like me watched the series religiously.  Not…I’ll tell yo monkey ass this, right the fuck now…

“Not for some goddamned mother fucking ending!  Goddamnit!”

The Future End

...Once you look at this shit in its totality you start to be fascinated by the ruse.  Brilliant!  And damnit!  Who wrote this genius script?!  I mean no role or thing has varied from the foretold ending!  Linear!  All aboard!  And you know your God damned lines and actions!  Roll'em!...

Biters Will Always Bite (Forty-Five Years Old, Nathan School, Spreaker Podcast Host) Thursday,June 6, 2019 @ 12:12 pm

I remember the bullshit as clear as day.  There was this product being advertised called, “Certain,” sanitary bath tissue.  Now Mommy, yes I still call my Mother Mommy though I am forty-five years old.  Getting back to the subject, “Certain,” had a disinfectant lotion or some kind of bull shit within the toilet paper itself.  Mommy bought it once or twice and I remember using it, it was viscous. Didn't feel like the conditioned corporate, wipe clean dry. Felt like it was putting something on, instead of taking shit off. It was supposed to clean yo  just shittin ass after a proper mother fucker like yo ass is, drops it like it’s hot!  

Now, check this out.  People didn’t care for the shit wipes back in the day; ‘Certain’ advertised is a more sanitary way of, “Wiping Your Bum,” or some kind of sorry corporate advertising bullshit.  Anyway.

A few of the reasons people didn't care for the product was: “It didn’t feel like it was cleaning me,” “Kind of slippery.  Doesn’t feel right,” “Feels nasty,’…

Now, Cottonelle  plagiarizing the  fuck out of the same concept in 2019.  Y’all some biters!  For real!  And you can bet your bottom dollar in this day, it will be all the rage!  Mother fuckers!

Indianapolis, Indiana, Pastor, Dr. Y.S. Grand (Church Of The Real Deal Apolstolics) Tuesday, December 24, 2019 @ 6:33 pm.

"If one professes to believe in Our Father, one must, not shall, disavow that sordid, '...the world is round.' So-called truth.  The Bible clearly states that we live in a firmament. We live on a level, a plane, flat..." Pastor Grand preached.

And what was just a second before a good riled up plenty of pious parishioners present, with ubiquitous 'Amen,' and 'Thank you Jesus,' on this perfect slightly snowy Christmas Eve sermon, had gone totally silent...

Pauvre! Pauvre! It's Probably Time To Depopulate!

Once you look back at all of the things that have transpired throughout this human history you just have to laugh or, if not at the very least, smile.  They got US.

Good one motha fucka ya played a fuckin playa!  Whatoutchairnaw!  Big ups!  For real!  But now that I know about yo wicked fuckin ways...what yo runnin out of ideas havin ass gonna do now?  Now, that you know you can't manipulate a motha fucka no mo?

And Her Name is Fernet-Branca (Indianapolis, Indiana Based, Restaurant and Bar Blogger, Kyle Upland) Saturday, September 7, 2019 @ 10:12 pm

All right.  I just have to admit it.  Everybody talkin bout weed is the shit…blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.  I’m not tryin to piss on your, “Green is not mean,” bandwagon.  I’m just stating facts.  Been where you talkin and done that.  But the shit ain’t legal.  So I say, “Fuck it!”  Okay it’s not legal. But liquor is goddamnit!  Oh, yes it is.

Don’t nothin get your ass there better and smoother than, the South Americans know it best as, ‘Branca and Coke.’  Or Fernet Branca neat.  Shit, hidden gem for sho!  But the best way I have found is like you do Jagermeister, you shoot it with a light beer back.  You see all that you are substituting in this case is the cola taste but not the carbonation affect.  The carbonation is still there, just not that caramel-ish Coke taste that it is known for.  But substituting a preference for the taste of beer with the earthy, menthol deep, complexed, one of a kind taste, the nectar of the God’s, Last name: Branca, First name: Fernet!  Who I am sure cheats with to some degree or flat-out is just blatant with the whole affair which will eventually turn to marriage with the two adulterers. She rightfully gots those skills.

Fuck weed.  But cheat with Fernet Branca and Miller High Life Light until you can legally fuck weed again.  And Branca is Bi-Sexual by the way!  Prost!