Day 45 in the POC House - I'm like a poor relative

I'd like to thank you NASA for your invitation to tour the facilities, but you know what? I gadda warn ya, I'm like a poor relative. When I'm invited I show up! And you know what I think about poor people right? Nobody cares more about poor people than me. Poor people are just as smart and talented as white people! 

But you’d definitely better hide that fried chicken at the next potluck there NASA, cuz I’m as poor as they come when it comes to fried chicken, and that colonels bucket is gonna be reverse colonized. In my colon, get it? hehe reverse colonized? I'm gonna poop it out. In my diaper. Old Jilly's gonna have to change it! Yessiree! That KFC is gonna be BLM’d to the moon and back by the time I’m done with it! 

You’d also best be hiding that white meat. The thighs and legs won’t do. I’m a breast man. Just ask Tara Reade, she’ll tell ya all right hehe. Although in her case I was more interested in what was between the thighs. Can I say finger licking good on here? Cuz that is what happened you know... literally. Google it. Oh wait, no don't. I'm just kidding around now. Come on man! Don't be such a Neanderthal about it. You've got a sick mind, mannnn! There was nothing inappropriate meant by that statement.

Anyway, these Skype sessions are fun man! No Jill hanging over my shoulder stressing out about what I might say or do. I like how we can just rap together like a couple of old college buddies. Well I think that's enough voice talking for today. My voice pills are starting to fade and I'm about to hack up a lung.

OK all you tater munchkin salad bleaters! Until tomorrow,

-KJB

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