Cogito Ergo

I love being a married man.   That being said, there are certain complications that come with the territory.   For instance, after I took my vows, turns out I was still a human male, which is nice when it comes to sexing up the wife, not so nice when in the company of other boobs and badonks. Now I haven’t become a master of avoiding attraction from the opposite sex quite yet but I’m working on it (not really).   One thing that I’ve noticed is that if the right song comes on, it amplifies all of those carnal urges your pastor swore would get you straight into hell. In the real and married world, it isn’t the devil you face when you give in to your urges, it’s that pissed off spouse.   In the interest of saving you all that sort of pain I’ve come up with a top ten list of songs that you should never, I mean NEVER, get caught alone in a car, on a couch or on a dance floor with anyone other than the one you’re with.   And for any nefarious females looking to do some man steal

The summer of 1998 was a good time for me.   I had just graduated from high school.   I was soon headed to the University of Kansas for my freshman year and I had begun that elusive growth spurt that everyone else in my class ended 2 years before.   Yeah, life was looking up. (Still no women though) There was one battle that I was continuing to lose, though.   My hair was still rather unruly.   It might be odd for you to think of a Black man with bad hair but trust me on this one.   Some of it is curly, some of it is downright nappy and some of it even has the nerve to be straight.   As if that wasn’t enough, I have a second hair swirl.   I have one in the back and another that shifts the direction of my hair in the front suddenly to the right which means when my hair is low, it looks like I’m attempting some sort of comb-over.   It takes excessive brushing and plenty of Murray’s (find a hood friend if you are not sure what Murray’s is) to correct it. It is the main reason why