You Gotta Luv, Big O & H to tha Izz-O!

B~wood is back! . . . Hold up. . . Ha . . . Hee . . . HACHOO!

Okay, well maybe not!

Man, I’ve been real sick!

Yo, when I tell you somebody must-uh slip me a H1N1 in my H20, because a kidd had fluid in his lungs, and was down for the count.

I should never be walkin’ around the house talkin’ about:

“My name is Chilly Willy
I’m frozen through and through
My head is hot, my feet are cold
Ha. . . Hee. . . HACHOO!”

I look a mess!

Anywho?

How you doin’?

What I miss?

Ummm, Hmmm, I see. . .

Well let me tell ya, I got to see the Oprah interview with Mr. H to tha Izz-O.

What can I say, the kidd is timeless!

So POOF. . . Vamosse son of a bitch!