You know what time it is. If you don’t, it’s Eff Em Friday! Let your frustrations out. I’ma go first though.
Eff my love for ignorant music that inspires me to accomplish life’s feats. However, I can’t support lyrics like this by Meek Mill:
I’m a field n*gga. You a house n*gga.
I’m a real n*gga. And you a mouse n*gga.
Why couldn’t someone just say cmonson? What does this even mean?
Eff how much it’s gonna cost for me to make it out to LA for the Blogging while Brown conference and the Black Weblog Awards. This is easily looking like a 800 to 1k trip. Umm, I think some fundraising is in order. This definitely wasn’t in the budget.
Eff my competitiveness. I hate losing anything from raffles to a game of Words with Friends. I really hate losing to chicks in video games though. They just be pressin’ buttons and makin’ sh*t happen. Girl you have no skills! Wait a second, yes you do. Awwww!
Eff Simply Lemonade for being so good. Ain’t no way I should be drinking a bottle of this in a day. I don’t wanna end up having Da Shugah. I’m convinced this ish is made with unicorn tears.
What’s good yall? You tryna Eff? Pause. Let’s hear it!
P.S. Check out the recap of my 15 seconds of fame on the Michael Baisden show. **Spoiler** 1.5 seconds is me breathing.