InvisibleMan a calling dick "cock" instead of "dick" type muthafucka.
("Because I feel that cock sounds better" type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a turquoise blanket with yellow stars on it owning muthafucka.
("Because I keep my IPod, IHOP coupons, my TROJAN Ribbed brand rubbers, my WET Platinum brand lubricant bottles, my Aneros prostate massager, my Playstation 3 with "Path of Neo" and my book library in there" type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a Geo Metro driving ass muthafucka.
(No, I am a "tricked out MINI Cooper with 5.1 Surround Sound and Richter Sound Subs with GPS Locator, wireless internet, 100CD Disc player, SIRIUS Satellite Radio, tinted windows, Monster Truck wheels, AllTerrain, and a hybrid driving" type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a marbel trading type muthafucka.
(Because he is an EBay fanatic type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a everyday nail clipper and moisturizing type muthafucka.
(No, I disagree. I am a nail biter type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a "no washcloth in the shower I'll just use the soap to skin" type muthafucka. ("I will always have a washcloth and use Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy products in my shower. Always take a sh*t at home. Then, wash my booty with warm water, a clean washcloth and Bath and Body Works Vanilla Brown Sugar glycerin soap so I can feel fresh again" type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan an old groupie causality at a Boo-Yaa Tribe video shoot ass muthafucka. (True but I prefer the assfucking pleasures of the Fishbone and 1980's Prince songs mashup mix tape I found on a crummy bench which I adopted; brought it home; put into my computer; remixed it with Chaka Khan's "Through The Fire" and Snoop's "Drop It Like It's Hott!"; burned it on a CD, wrapped it in metallized mylar wrapping; took it back to the same bench and abandoned it so an old lady that's into Bobby Bland may pick it up and put it into her CD player to play and blow her speaker cones in her power amplifier monitors only to say out loud, "What the f*ck is this crazy sh*t?" because I'm that Kanye West type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a so comfortable with his hamster that he lets it play in his mouth type muthafucka. (No you have mistaken me with Tichina Arnold because I am not that type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a miss the vocal talents and spunkiness of Lumidee type muthafucka. (No, I actually miss Jeffery Osborne singing "Stay With Me Tonight" playing in SCAD format at Dr. Dilznik's crib (due to the fact that Tichina Arnold just LOVES that song and plays it like it's one of Billboards Top 10 Urbn/R&B )because I never forget. I am not forgetting a damn thing! Because I'm that type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a moderator of a Michael Buble yahoo group type muthafucka.
(Wondering why does Dr. Cornel West look like one of my sister's? because I'm that type of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a scooter riding enjoying the seat vibrating on his anus type muthafucka. (No, I'm a "why have the scooter when you can have an Aneros prostate massager? kind of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a strut around his hood in a bathrobe while reading the paper type muthafucka.(because Inotice there's a 60% off sale at Body and Bath Works while the nosey neighbors are looking at my cock tent and discussing it amongst themselves kind of muthafucka.)
InvisibleMan a fart in the bathtub then turn around and bite the bubble type muthafucka. (And finding out it tasted like chicken...fried chicken because Invisibleman is a scientific methodologizing Stephen Hawkins type of muthafucka.)