April 26, 2005
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There is only one thing worse than waking up to the conventionally horrible musicial stylings of some R&B/ rapping boy-band that nickname eachother after their physical sizes. (i.e: Heavy D, Puff Daddy, Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard, Fat Joe, Fat Pat and the late Big Punisher).
And that would be waking up to a bunch of illiterate contractors blasting the horrible musical stylings of some R&B/rapping boy-band while slicing the nearest bathroom away with a chainsaw.
Thrashhhh. Booooom. Crackkk. Yeah, uh dat gangsta shit! Crackk. Thrasshhh. Booom. "Yo Joey wouldja passs me them sledgehammas? And maybe anotha hoagie?" Screechhh. Git a ride in mah Cadillac, babay. Crunchh.
But really, guys. A mere "Good Morning" would suffice.
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The only potentially good thing about rapper like that is the potential element of campiness about them
I understand how ur feeling, Dar. I woke up yesterday morning and began changing out of my pj's and into other clothes. It took me a minute to realize that the house right next door to mine was getting painted, and a painter happened to be painting the section right outside my window... Did i mention the shades on my windows werent down?
Construction worker guys are annoying/retarded. One time they whistled at me. And...yeah. The end.
Haley
AH, the bastards. But think about it, a man who calls himself Fat Joe and expects to be taken seriously and shown respect? That is entertaining on quite a few levels.
I tend to wake up to Tejano, but that is because it pisses me off enough to get me out of bed on time.
-HH
Ha! It's true though. Once your mom tries to pull something like that, all trust in the relationship is blown out the window.
Odd story...I venture over to my friend's house...and im immediately greeted with blaring rap music from this dude's 75 station wagon. all redneck roofers jamming to friggin' usher and ludacris, and scores of other people who dare call themselves artists...The bass on his system was shaking my friend's house all damn day...so I pulled my car around back and put on the loudest, strangest music I could find....it was more or less a speaker war...who would risk blowing their speakers to drown out the other...It was a draw because the locals were getting angry and threatening the roofers..but I won in the end....because I wanted silence...so...you should fight fire with fire until they give up.
Oh, and on a somehwat irrelevant note...one of the roofers was "feeling" the music so much he started doing what could only be described as the "pop and lock" in the middle of the street....*sigh* only in Detroit.
where is this so-called "new entry" daryl
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