Travel Advisory
So this is what I wake up to Monday morning. And after a 90' Saturday, I'm not yet in the mood. So I decide to head to Florida. Besides, business takes me there anyway.Jacksonville. . .you ain't nothin'.
I snap this picture of a man jogging along the water way outside of my hotel. Afterall, it is a beautiful, sunny day. And I love to see people taking care of their health.
From this angle, the scenario becomes clear. A black man. Running? This couldn't be right. And then it dawns on me as I watch him run away from this stunning, $28 million ship. You can't hide those jewels in those teensy, tiny jogging shorts guilty man.Like I said, Jacksonville. . .you ain't nothin'.
I'd also like to address the following:
Washington Dulles International Airport. . .you is one ugly bitch.
God forbid you should ever hook up with Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson airport and have babies. My friend Todd is living proof that the ugly and the retarded shouldn't breed.
And while I would love to stay here and chat, this Bitch is off to Vegas for the weekend. Should all go well, you'll never hear from me again. But being that I don't gamble and that I'm barred from the wedding chapel next to Olympic Gardens, I'm not yet sure how I'm going to pull that one off.
So. I guess I'll see your bright, shiny faces Monday.
