Candy Rant

"I killed a rat with a stick once."

Thursday, May 07, 2009

"Raise the Woof, Homies!"

Yo. We be givin' some props to our momma and her tasty milk.

Why she don't like to stand still no more when we got us some growl-belly up in here?


  • At 5:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Oh lord, they must be democrats. Bwahahahahhahaha!

  • At 11:42 PM, Anonymous JWebb said…

    I wish the long-suffering gentle canine Momma a happy Mother's Day - and hope her offspring will appreciate the Teats for Tots...

  • At 1:35 PM, Blogger Jerry said…

    I love pups.

  • At 11:21 PM, Blogger MamaMidwife said…

    Tha' mama puttin' out hersef for her babees.

    Where da baby daddy? Don' he got no respect for his baby mama?

    She doin' all the har' work and ain't no one roun' ta see. Thank goo'ness you dare wit yo pic-cha taker.

  • At 3:57 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    Mama, We tried to make contact with the baby daddy.

    He say dem ain't he babies. "I ain't not had my funk on wit dat heffer. She be up in my grill 'bout all dem fuzzbacks and how we needta go on Maury for da daddy tess. Iono who she think she foolin. She hafta feed dem thangs. What she think foo stamps fo?"

  • At 7:19 PM, Blogger MamaMidwife said…


    I iz havin' some problems figgin out who my baby daddy iz. Some o' my babes is light skind an' some iz dark.

    I needz da tess for my baby daddy. He calls me a heffer an' sayz I in hiz grill.

    I jus need da support check. I was on de, uh, guvunment assistancz, but dey done throne me out just 'cause I use my foo' stamps to pay for my weave.

  • At 7:22 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    HAAAA! I especially love the weave part.

    I caught a Maury episode not long ago, WAY late at night. That guy must live in the sewer. Yo.

  • At 11:16 PM, Blogger laurazim said…

    Giiiiiiiirl! Whachu even talkin 'bout. Dat MY baby daddy. You all up in his grill, an yo ugly weave fallin out cause you got yo braids all loose like Mutha Goose. My baby daddy gonna take you AND Maury on Judge Joe Brown, talkin 'bout you usin up all his cell phone minutes textin yo fo sho baby daddy at two A.M. in da mornin. An MY baby daddy nevuh got no funk on witchu, girl. You best be steppin off, you know. Dem babies don even look like my baby daddy. He ain' got no big ol' nose like dat. An he got gold up in he grill. Yo babies ain' even got no teef.

    Candy Rant--Had you been around this weekend, you'd've been privilaged to hear MamaMidwife and Yours Truly talking like this while garage saling together in a very small town. To. Die. For. Love it!

  • At 1:50 AM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    Laura! Sorry I missed that little exchange. Did they run you outta town for that talk?
    They would in my hometown.
    Fo sho.


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