mom-strous.

mutha's day.
happy, happy.
i know a lot of moms y'all.
a lot.
and they keep makin' more.
mom mom mommity mom-mom moms.
i get it.
you make a small person,
you get a day.
the small person gets big,
you still keep the day.
it's a lifetime membership kind of situation.
moms 4eva!
riiight.
now, i'm not huge on little kids.
i can hang out with about eleven of 'em, grand total.
and even then,
i still don't hang out with many of their moms out there.
but i do like greeting cards.
i think that's a good foundation to build a holiday on:
hallmark cards and scrambled eggs or some sh!t.
i'm just sayin',
a whole half-holiday devoted to eating a tasty brunch-
that means lots of breakfasts this morning.
...ain't no moms up in here at the fortress, though.
so i'll stick to home,
and to tea and toast, my ninjas.
check this action out, though-
hey moms out there,
i got all y'all bottom-b!tches some flowers.
wu-TANG!
made fresh before your face!!
nature's very own bouquet,
from ma nature to ma dukes.
nice.
yeah, and there's more...

happy mutha-flippin' mutha's day.

-you like the giraffe-nubs on these duders, yeah?
native columbine is what's up.
it's pretty short, though.
unlike a giraffe, i mean.
that's alright, columbine.
play it cool.
i still like you.

c'mon.

and that's just the beginning baby bloomers, too.

come summertime,

y'know,

around father's day,

there'll be an ever bigger, better display of dopeness.

y'know why?

because this is DADDY's house.

everywhere else is just a butthole.

yeah.

it's windy, and it's cloudy, and it's cold;

if only i had some big brass blasters over here,

i could warm it up and drop it like it was hott;

y'feel me on this one?

i could go for the sweet serenading sounds of a tuba;

never quiet, never soft.....