Ok, I have my own Bill Cosby confession. When I first moved to Hollywood, he was the first person I worked for in this town. I worked on the first incarnation of Fat Albert in 2002. One night, his house man (not my words) invited me to Mr. Cosbys house for dinner and a writing meeting. Later that evening, one of the writers joined us as well as Mrs. Cosby via phone. Mr. Cosby was professional, kind and a perfect gentleman. I guess big girls are not his thing. Sooo...What?!?! Im not good enough to drug?! Am I not good enough to almost rape?!? Am I not good enough to to silence with hush money!?!?!? Please join me on Hollywood blvd for a march and riot. #biggirlsmattertoodammit. #ruffiemydamndrink #buymeahouse By the way, even though this a true story and my sense of humor (and everything else) is slightly twisted, Im sure somebody will be offended. In advance, please allow me to say...kiss my grits (if you get it, then youre old too..haha!) and get the hell on!
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 02:40:24 +0000
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