Kitty Karwash
I once asked a sassy black lady how she was doing and she answered, “I’m too blessed to be stressed.” Perhaps it is a testament to my generally placid existence that I sleep the sleep of the untroubled. But last night I had a dream, I had an awesome dream.
I went to a carwash staffed by cats. They were all black, and several of them had headsets with built-in microphones which they used to communicate with the others. They dipped their paws in buckets of sudsy water and washed the cars, and when they were finished they used their tails to guide the cars out of their parking spaces. Those cats did good work.
Blackness, fatness? and that dream! Are you doing some social soul searching? And were those cats at the car wash fat? Wouldn’t it be interesting to dress up in a fat black suit and go through a day? True it is, to a degree, all of us go through life as some kind of poser, sadly, some of those postures are real. Keep up the good work. Love, Uncle Tom no pun intended.
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