Hey, y’all do know, of course, that I stopped writing this blog several months ago, right? Right?
After a while, Facebook, Twitter et al just became easier, simpler, more efficient. The blog was one thing too many. It’s been great fun, thoughm and thanks to all of you for tuning in. Look for a new Big Ideas forum in another venue. Until then —- I’m out!
–Eric Easter
July 21st, 2010 at 10:40 am
I hud dat Obammy be comin out wit noo check yo. I figga dat I kin gitz me some o dat noo Fiddy Cent CD dat be comin out. I hud it be some bad muh fukkin shit yo.
Ah hud dat dey gotz new rimz fo hooptie dat be 60 inches yo. Datz bigga dan monsta truck and almost big as mah plasma scween dat I gotz wit mah we-fare check yo.
Aight. Yo yo yo. Say yo yo yo. Aggghhhhh. Agh-oooop. Agh-ooop. Check dis sheeit yo. Who got dem shine rim? Hoo got dem shine grill. Word up muh fuckka. It me mayne. Ah gotz all da hoes on mah dikk. Gotz muh dikk. Muh dikk. Muh dikk. uh huh uh huh. owwwweeeeghgh.
Fake ass studio gangstas betta recanize. Punk bitches step up to get put down yo. I beez bad muh fuckka. When i gitz dem noo shine rimz I getz all da white bitches yo.
Hibble bibble dibble bip diddly wop boppity boo boom shieeettt agghhhhhhh. Bow bow bow. Bow bow bow . Haley Berry Halley Berry Halley Berry yo. Bow bow bow.
Ah hope dis noo check be comin out sose I kin gitz dem noo shine rimz. Ah might get fat ass fukkin noo grillz yo. I hud dat dey is dis hip hoppa down Texas dat makes ten thousand dolla grillz mayne. If ah gotz to jack me a few cracka word up aint no thing muh fukka.
Holla