The Apology

Good Afternoon and Good Evening everyone. Recent events and discussions with my Sista Sheikha have lead me to post the following statement on my blog.

I am obsessed with Sh-Rashid's crotch. I see that clearly now. From this point forward, I will accept all responsibility for and any consequences from being obsessed with Sh-Rashid's crotch. This all started a few months ago after viewing certain pictures on facebook. Ever since that moment, my mind has fixated and dwelled on Sh-Rashid's crotch. Sadly, my primary reason for starting this blog was to allow me even more time to think about, talk about, and mentally picture Sh-Rashid's crotch. By extention, I am also obcessed with Sh-Fazza's crotch, particularly his balls. His abs are smoking hot too, but that just makes me think about his balls, which, in turn, allows for a general mental study of the crotch or codpeice area. The before mentioned exercise is limited to and does not include the crotch and/or balls of Sh-"Big Daddy" Mo. However, it does include being compelled to giggle a little bit each and everytime I say Sh-"Big Daddy" Mo (even if it is just to myself).

I have also never been prouder of being an American Woman. Millions have died and thousands are putting their lives in jeporady, to protect my right to think and say what I want; more importantly, what no one else would dare dream about or say.

Rashid and Fazza are Damn Sexy! I mean they are seriously Soooo Fine! Seriously! I challenge anyone to show me two better looking billionaires or multi-millionaires. (I mean if you can, don't hold out on me, holla at a sista: fazzaharem@@gmail.com.) Men this good looking or this rich would motivate me to do many imagenable things. (Pause to think about such things.)

Yeah, anyway, I was going someplace with this..... man...lost my train of thought. damn it. (sigh)

In conclusion, when a young, single woman, can not think about or talk about the succulent, juicy cock and balls of a fineass mother fucker; the terrorists win. I won't let that happen. Over my cold, dead, naked body. I will put myself in any novel, unnatural (if not ancient) positions using rope, leather, rubber, or chains to prevent this from happening. God bless you. God Bless America.