I'm Missing Summer
Summer where are you?
I'm losing my mind without your wack writings!
You'd be my muse but your demeanor is too hard for me.
I am beginning to believe you are a white girl who opened a brotha's nose and left him hangin.
Baby please come back I need you
I ain't too proud to beg
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me.
I was wrong and I just can't live without ya.
Summer go ahead piss on Star Jones, Rag on Oprah, Declare open season on Kangay, Messirah and Mrs. Bobby Brown.
I need to laugh again come back baby come back.
(To the tune of Home from the Wiz)
When I think of Sum-mer
I see a chick
who can blog her lez ass off.
I need you Summer. I want you Summer. The sexual harrassment complaint is dropped. the intern pay issue gone. Just come back baby please.
posted by Harold Gibson @ 6:56 AM
5 comments
5 Comments:
ah, harold. that's the sweetest.
i'm back today. i swear.
Hilarious!!! But is it ok that I think this would go better to the tune of Regina Bell's Baby, Come to Me?
this is true love summer/harold. i think y'all might want to think about eloping and/or planning a beach wedding in the south pacific. this declaration here is what quality relationships are made of.
We all missed Summer.. but no one voiced it more eloquently than you did... beautiful... so much luv in the building I swear...
And thank you for your words on my blog.. I really needed them... and appreciate them.
all of y'all need to quit hatin'.
(even if you ain't really hatin'.)
maybe some of y'all could learn from harold. i'm just saying.
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