Type 2 diabetes. How many of you in here
have type 2 diabetes, show of hands? Did
you know that you can be diabetic for years
and then one day, poof!, you’re no longer
diabetic? How about that? Oh, I have a walk-in
closet at my new apartment. How many of you,
you know, as a child....? How many of you dreamt of
having a walk-in closet? I know I didn’t. But boy,
was that ever a sort of merit badge of wealth we
were taught by the sitcoms in the days of our youth,
am I right? I now can say, proudly and loudly, that
I have a second bedroom in the lovely apartment
I have a second bedroom in the lovely apartment
in which I live. Crazy! That’s crazy y’all. And pimp
daddies! Pimp! Daddies! Now don’t you have it
made in the shade? You know I’m not kidding!
Let’s hear it for all of you pimps out there,
show of hands, we’re all friends, now come on,
seriously, raise ’em up you fabulous pimps. We
daddies! Pimp! Daddies! Now don’t you have it
made in the shade? You know I’m not kidding!
Let’s hear it for all of you pimps out there,
show of hands, we’re all friends, now come on,
seriously, raise ’em up you fabulous pimps. We
can complain about each day until our mouths
bleed, can we not? I mean, there’s an immeasurable
amount of bitching we can do. But God is most definitely
bleed, can we not? I mean, there’s an immeasurable
amount of bitching we can do. But God is most definitely
watching over us, is he not? And that is no laughing matter,
my friends. That is the real deal.
