Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Friday, August 19, 2005

"I like backpacks and I cannot lie..."

Ohmigod, Becky!
Look at that Target commercial. It's so sterile... and Disney.
I poured out some Crooked I in mourning when Ice Cube traded a parched jheri curl with an "fuck the police, I ain't scared of you, Whitey" scowl to shape-ups with a smile in order to solidify his crossover in Hollywood. I've watched the "you have to see it to believe it" novelty of Snoop Dogg loungin' with Lee Iacocca on the 17th hole in a weird juxtaposition of Pimps Up, Caddies Down for GM, but this may just be the the cherry on the sundae of them all.

Sir Mix-A-Lot has now traded booties for cooties.

An anthem for the splendiferous wonder that is the Black woman's derriere is now a soundtrack to snot-nosed brats nagging parents nationwide in anticipation for back to school.

Let us now bow our heads in silent prayer.


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