what can he do to escape that fatal Mama—
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When we were at school we were taught to sing the songs of the Europeans. How many of us were taught the songs of the Wanyamwezi or of the Wahehe? Many of us have learnt to dance the rumba, or the cha cha, to rock and roll and to twist and even to dance the waltz and foxtrot. But how many of us can dance, or have even heard of the gombe sugu, the mangala, nyang umumi, kiduo, or lele mama?
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I don't know why no one ever thought to paste a label on the toilet-tissue spindle giving 1-2-3 directions for replacing the tissue on it. Then everyone in the house would know what Mama knows.
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I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago, And yet I cannot say I'm sad That time hath changed us so, For when I used to sing those songs, My Papa blankety blanked, And Mama took me on her knee And I, alas! was spanked
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My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: 'On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to sister
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Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at de sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
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'What does a mama bear on the pill have in common with the World Series? No cubs.'
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What does a mama bear on the pill have in common with the World Series? No cubs.
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MAMA: Son—how come you talk so much 'bout money? WALTER: Because it is life, Mama!...
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God please tell Mama that real cowboys don't take baths, they just dust off
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If you set the example, you won't need to set many rules.
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Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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She is very little to understand Mama is not going to come back. But she understands Mama is in heaven watching over her. In the future, it's going to be hard.
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If Mama ain't happy, Nobody ain't happy
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Your mama is so fat, when she sings, its over.
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