On ESPN Radio, I hear a personality; I believe his name is Fred Coleman, say the following line after he makes a "point" (which is debatable), "I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'."
I'm sorry, but how does that make an ounce of sense? Really? He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Huh, that is interesting, perhaps even profound to an extent.
It reminds me of this time when I saw a satire on pornos (one I probably wrote), where Jean-Claude Johnson is caught by his wife, Chastity Slut-Johnson, in bed with another woman, Marisa Hooch. Mr. Johnson says to his wife, "Honey, I'm not cheatin'. I'm just cheatin'." That's right, Mr. Johnson. Perhaps with him being a porn star, Chastity may buy this, but I doubt anybody else would.
He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Yeah, just like I'm not bloggin'. I'm just bloggin'. Right on, Mr. Coleman. Right on.
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