Black mom faces, thanks to the formidable Clair Huxtable.
1. The “What the hell did you just say to me?!?!”
2. The “I’m giving you enough rope to hang yourself”
3. The “Do you think I’m stupid?”
It’s handled! Glug! Glug! Glug!
This was enough to keep me off uppers…at least until college.
When they start playing YOUR song at the club…
My routine toast when I go to NYC, San Francisco, DC or some other gay urban paradise.
Finding the right shade is so hard for a sista!
-What’s that thing you put your stuff in?