LADIES, WHY DOES BREAKING UP HAVE TO BE SO PAINFUL???
Baby, Put That Gun Down introduces the greatest legal mind to ever come out of the know-all, show-all state of Missouri. He's been shot, cut and scaled with hot grits, and is tired of getting beat up by women. If producing his own iconic version of Joe Millionaire will free him from the grips of the the double-dealing, gun-running, pot-peddling, throat-slashing Honey Ho motorcycle gang, then lights, camera, action ... let the show begin.
Buckle up for a wacky, quick-humored roller coaster ride over the Georgia Pines, through the Louisiana Cajun-infested swamps, and into the awaiting arms of ill-tempered female gang members who might mow you down with an AK-47 or even worse, choke you to death with a yard of tongue.
Meet Shaft's white step-daddy. Immerse yourself the quest for companionship in a contemporary world of disappointing relationships, and the reward of finding love in the eye of the storm. Every reader that has loved, lost and won again in the eHarmony, crapshoot called dating will see the flickering light of hope beckoning them to open their heart and climb aboard the old romance bus one more time.
Why were those old church members passing Nazi death-camp gas in a room cluttered with goats and parrots?
And why did the repo-man come and get Biggie William's one-eyed monkey?
And why does Sarah Palin and Bobby Felton Frazier have the right to create new words?
Bobby Felton Frazier asked the question: "What makes these black women so strong?"
I had watched my mother battle through sickness and poverty and injustice, without the slightest bit of help from my home-again/ gone-again father. Rotating a menu of milk and rice, Romanian soup, and dry bologna sandwiches, me and my young brother never went hungry. The question in my mind had to do with her endurance and survivability. What made these black women so strong?
The answer was clear now. We made them strong. We did it by dogging them around and lying through our teeth and leaving them to fend for themselves....