Practicing the Fine Art of Bitchitude
I am not sure if I am posting this twice. Something funny just happened.Anyway. Yes, I saw that Wilson Pickett died. Infact, I saw it while I was running through the house pissed off about that "N" word incident. I was looking for a peppermint to chew. OOOOOH!, that infamous word of both endearment and nefarious contempt.I wish I had a Bitch's telephone number so we could call that motherfucker up and curse his ass out on a 3 way.Ok.Enough. New Subject.Sorry.Wilson Pickett was just 63 years old. That seem so young to me now. What a world he helped to create you know?
I've been alternating between "Mustang Sally" and "In the midnight hour" ever since I heard he passed away.
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