Moochas

For those who don't know me personally, which are most who read this blog, I have a family of moochers. What is a moocher? The Johnson-Gibson-Martin-Webster-Davis family. Yesterday, there was a family dinner at my Mom-Mom's house, which is the tiniest apartment for all the biggums that were there, and I, now being a licensed driver, was asked to run all sorts of errands. Between driving from my house to my aunt Lisa's house, from there to Mom-Mom's shack, to the White Horse Pike, on the way to the mall, then back to Lisa's house to drop something off at Mom-Mom's. I was a bit tired. Then, my wonderful little brother, Andre, decides that he wants to go back home to change his clothes and charge his micellaneous items and I had to be the one to drive him there! I, being a new driver, have no problem driving around town, but what they were asking was ridiculous! They reminded me of Dave Chappelle's wonderful character Tyrone Biggums, who, because of his addiction to cocaine, is constantly mooching off of someone. Maybe next weekend they'll ask me to drive to Cherry Hill and fetch them Beedies.