And I'm also,
I like to say that shit
because everybody thinks
that's the way it should be.
I lie my ass off to sell records.
But the truth of the matter is,
and we all admit it, love stinks. It does.
I mean, some of us have made it through it
and put up with a lot of bullshit
for a lot years so we ain't getting that.
But the truth of the matter
is love stinks.
I don't know why anybody
in that right mind
would want to fall in love.
It creates problems.
Anybody in love,
first thing you want to know
at six o 'clock every afternoon,
where the fuck is he?
Who is he with?
What are they doing?
If you came home years ago and said,
Well, baby,
I was just hanging out with the fellas,
You know, me and the boys,
We'd be so happy.
Motherfucker come home
and say that now,
You really got a problem.
Love stinks.
God forbid if you hit one of them bitches that thank
you really got it made he come home every day
never later than 6 o 5
he gonna be there on time
no problem do you real
ize how boring it is
living with a predictable mother
know ing
what he gonna do
when he go do it
how he go do it
and how long he gonna do it,
then your ass is really in trouble.
Lord, thank s.
I'm gonna bring up another
thing here right now
to really show you I'm not bullshit.
Once you get my age,
I know some of you bitches
out there go like,
ain't nobody in here my
age of course.
But, you bitches my age,
you know who you are.
It's something about your
bladder
between the hours of 12
and seven.
It's like clockwork.
You gon' wake up out of a dead sleep
cause you gotta pee.
Oh, you gon' do that.
Without failure,
I don't give a shit
what time you went to bed.
you gon' get up and go pee.
But we gotta die into a science.
We can get up, go to the bathroom,
take our pee, wipe our ass,
go back to bed still asleep.
Unless... you got a man in bed
waiting on you.
Then when you get in the toilet,
you gon' definitely wake up
cause this motherfucker done
left the seat up
and you gon' fall in it.
I've never understood it,
why do you men have to lift the
toilet seat?
Respect what?
We don't lift the seat,
y 'all should be able to find a hole
better than we do,
you got a pointer.
You find little holes than that?
I don't understand it.
When I was married, I found a situation,
I found out how to solve the problem.
I used to cut up my wigs
an d put a hair out of it,
he'd a motherfucker there.
A man would find any hole,
no matter how little it is,
if it got hair out of it.
You know what else I find
is the reason that love stinks?
We as mothers for some reason
have failed our male children.
I mean, I have a son
and I see it coming right now.
For some reason we have not been
able to teach our male children
how to wipe their ass.
I don't give a damn how good he look,
how dressed and how fine he is.
His gold chains, his tuxedos,
his whatever.
This motherfucker got skin
marks in his drawers.
And we're supposed to have the privilege
of whisking this shit.
I mean, this is an honor here.
Love stinks.
For some reason,
y just can't find your asshole.
I don't know.
Y have paper everywhere
and you just miss it.
Love literally stinks
However, we need it
And I keep holdin' on
Sometime I have to use a little light song
Lots of whiskey
Look late
But I keep holding on
To my imitation
Just love
Love