I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi where I learned the three rules of life: Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.
I don’t really care about basketball, but it looks like Disqus was acting up so I was hoping a new article would help. That and we can laugh at all the Michigan bitch bois like MaC, Ethan, ASR and sometimes Donny.