Originally posted by DoctorScribbles
Rev, I had a rough day. You know the kind, where there's only one set of footprints in the sand. You got a funny story to lift a brotha's spirits up in here?
The Lawd has placed me in certain sitiations that I may tell of God's quirky grace to the fallen and broken hearted.
I had this black man that I used to go out and visit. His wife ( his 2nd) I believe was a certifiable nymphomaniac. She was always talking about one day gettin her a light-skinned man. Fortunately she didn't have me in mind as she was 80 years old. She was always sexualizing conversations. Her poor husband was always having to fight her off even though he didn't have the strength to do so.
Anyway, this man died. His kids from a previous marriage knew what a loon she was and so they would bring food over to help her out. I got called to go to his death and they were all gathered there. We were just sitting around waiting for the funeral home to come (which ended up being an old station wagon from an engine repair shop). His daughter said, "Miss Emma, have you been eating the food we've been bringing over for you." She replied back, "What the hell I need to be eatin that food fo when I can go in there and lick on him anytime I want." Dead silence followed. Then she turned to me and said "I guess I shouldn't have said that should I?" I said, "Yea, the timing is a little off."
God bless, Dr. Scribbles, I hope this will help.