In case you're wondering about the caption, I was in a hurry last week and inadvertenly labeled Miss Daisy's Roast Me as just Roast Me.
In my defense, I had a bunch of shit going on with the tree removal guys, family stuff, and apparently that asshole dog Jack's roadkill or whatever he's been snacking on went past its "Best by..." date because he was puking everywhere.
No matter, I still fucked up.
I heard about it first thing Friday morning from Wisco, then Big Country
HERE, and indirectly from Miss Daisy through BCE with this:
I can't catch a break here. I knew I was in deep shit as soon as I saw that finger pointing deal and the scowl on her face - it brought back childhood memories of both my mother and grandmother and I can almost feel the belt connecting with my backside.
Anyways, Miss Daisy, I offer my most heartfelt apologies and I do hope you'll accept them. I got my mind right, Boss. It won't happen again because I'm getting real tired of nervously looking over my shoulder when I'm in town.
Without further ado, Miss Daisy's Roast Me.
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OOOOOOOhhh, #10 is just bad!!!! Cringe-worthy!!!
ReplyDeleteLegs are pretty buff for a crip.
DeleteAll I can think of is the South Park episode where Jimmy and Timmy join the Crips.
Delete#8: MOOOBS!
ReplyDeleteHe's got a head start if the school convinces him he's female.
The hat says he thinks he's John Belushi
DeleteMOOBS was a much better roast!
Deletewe used to have our version of Miss Daisy back in philly,. Mrs G live across the street from me. she raised 3 boys. she was maybe 5 foot, maybe. and about 100 pounds if she had lead weights in her pockets. but, you did behave around her. she had this old metal army spoon that she would hit your dumb ass with if you acted up or got out of line. and like Miss Daisy, she was a blast to be around after I got older. but the finger pointing. that was when you knew you done fucked up. we kept a eye on her for close to 20 plus years back there
ReplyDeleteand we didn't leave there until after she passed on to a better place.
she was a great lady to know. my mom didn't do the finger pointing thing. she would raise one eyebrow and stare at you. quiet and clam voice most of the time.
but she could project her voice when it was time for diner like any DI could. most of the time she didn't have too. we saw dad come home from work and we knew diner would be in 30 minutes or so. mom didn't cook anything until she saw the whites of his eyes.
you don't fine ladies like that often these days. treasure them for what they are.
Miss Daisy gave you the thumbs up Wirecutter... you're good bro... BTW... she's dying over the 'priest blow-up doll'...
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