As I was sitting at my computer remembering when my eldest daughter took me to see Bernie Mac performance in the Kings of Comedy for my 50th birthday. My daughter called me up that morning to tell me, she wanted to take me to see my favorite comedian on stage live. I just screamed on the telephone. Well, I went to the nail shop and got my nail's done. And when to my get my hair all fixed up at my daughter's salon. I picked out my best tight dress and pretty after five shoes. I could wait until my daughter pick me up in her new benz.   We found our seat and went to refresh ourselves up a bit before the show.

Well, the moment we were waiting on Bernie Mac was present on the show. I was on the edge of my seat, watching every strut of Bernie's walk. I held on to my seat with anticipation. When that man open his mouth and said one vowel, I screamed like I was going out my mind. Well, frankly, everyone woman was hollowing like someone was killing them. Bernie was dressed to a T. He looked if he had stepped straight out of Gentlemen magazine. The light's was shining on his silky black skin. I thought to myself, "it was a shame for a man to be so fine. I started day dreaming in my mind, if I could only have that man for a few minutes of pleasure. Frankly, it would whatever Mr. Mac's pleasure, if you know what I mean. Heaven wouldn't be the same, Bernie Mac could tell me jokes on my way up to those pearly gates.

The night with Bernie Mac on stage was something to remember. He told old and new jokes that made me laugh until I got a headache. I held my stomach because I was so tickled, my button popped off my dress in the back. What a relief, laughing so hard gave me another relief on the laughing side. I never enjoyed myself more, I thought this was a excellant birthday gift my daughter gave me.