Many years ago, during the early 80′s, irritated that the bus was taking too long, I decided to walk half of my route to the other transfer point in hope that I would not miss the other bus. I had just come from the hairdresser and figured that I was looking like a star, so I had to put on my movie star shades. But I did not consider the reaction to the pink jeans I was wearing would cause. There were a lot of hoots and yells during that walk from motorists in reaction to my ample derriere, and I ignored them. But one persistent fellow got upset that I dissed him when he tried to pull up and chat, making the mistake of commenting about my ass first. I tried to be polite, but I guess he was offended when my nicely worded rebuttal had his boys cracking up. He left but later drove back down the street, tossing a red pop at me. Luckily, it missed me by a foot, but it was a lesson I learned. I never wore pink pants again when I knew I was going to take a long walk because the natives can’t handle it.

Another case in point. Last year the freeway was backed up, crawling and I was irate because there was an important meeting at work. I figured somebody had bumped heads and was waiting to be towed. When we finally got around the bend, I was amazed what caused the freeway slow down. On the side, there was a young Black women in the typical getup, braids and tight pink velour sweat suit leaning over the fender, looking in the car engine as a guy was doing repairs. I immediately realized then that the hold up was from all the men, predominately white, craning their neck for a look, but just could not look away.

Yes, Leon, Booty is that mighty and mesmerizing…..

these comments are just too real…

and this blog had me thinking of a time when I seen a guy with a nice body only to see his busted mug… my approach is to still date him but only in the dark and on the phone…lol

and then if people ask me what he looks like I would just tell them like omar epps if your 10 ft away, and the sun is in your eyes and you tilt your head to the left a little and squint your eyes while having blurry vision… I’m a optimistic… maybe that is how the guy who married her for her ass sees it…lol

It kind of reminds me of Friday when Smokey is like Ham, no Burger, Kool Aid, No Sugar.

Often times, I have noticed that women and men who are attractive in the face have to work relatively hard to keep their bodies in shape. And that those that look like, well, let’s just say non aestically pleasing (and of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder), seem to have natural ta-dow.

My mama told me that when she was a young girl that the hometown was trying to get her to marry this guy, who had a really good job, smelled really well, was on his way to college (a big deal in the early sixties) and had a car and all. And was built really well.

She said his face looked like a bulldog. And she never wavers from that word. Bulldog. She didn’t give him a second though. She said she was worried about how the kids would turn out, or how he would look in the AM.

Haha. Y’all crazy up in here.