Real Pimps Don't Fake the Funk.

Rad, right?

I wish I could say that I made it up, that it spilled from my mouth in a flash of genius (or possession -- I'd take that too). Sadly, no. Actually I discovered it in a rather heated 'discussion' on Yelp. But here's the thing: I don't give a shit about its origin. Because I am appropriating this for all that I'm worth. In fact, I've been repeating it in my head all night. Allowing it time to seep in, get natural, become mine. And I'm writing this because -- well, to warn you. I am madly in love. And I'm warming to this thought that every post I write from now to the end of time should be called Real Pimps Don't Fake the Funk. And I haven't decided yet if I'm kidding.