A good way to make a cool rapper name for yourself is to put the word “Money” after your name, but it doesn’t work too good if your name is “Don’t Got No.” A good way to make a cool DJ name is to put “DJ” in front of anything.
Archive for November, 2009
November 23, 2009
I’m trying to say “Quit frontin’!” only twice a day, but I’ll tell you, it’s tough.
November 21, 2009
To name your kid “Beluga” is cute and clever for a few years, but it starts getting pretty old when they turn 35.
November 19, 2009
Today I went to the gynecologist. She was very overweight and this is what I said: “What the heck are ya?! An Obese-G-Y-N?!”
This is a slice of not only my life, but also a slice of someone else’s
November 17, 2009
customer: is this chocolate? me: yes. customer: mmm. chocolate. (she puts chocolate powder on her cappuccino.) (a draft makes some fall onto the counter.) customer: oh. i’m getting it all over the counter. me: that’s okay, the counter loves it. (no response) me: this counter, it always says to me, “I’m such a chocoholic!” (no [...]
The Thong Poem
November 15, 2009
This thing right here is lettin’ all the ladies know What guys talk about, you know? The finer things in life– hahaha Check it out. Ooh dat dress so scandalous and ya know another n’ couldn’t handle it, see ya shakin’ that thang like who’s da ish with a look in ya eye so devilish [...]
Ageism is less bad and also funnier than racism, but racism really never got a fair crack because bigotry is generally shunned
November 11, 2009
There’s a new movie. It’s a sequel. It’s called “14 going on 31.” It explores the same types of things that its predecessor did, namely Jennifer Garner’s acting range. Also, there is a new sequel called “17 Again.” “Again” is in italics. Zac Efron lived 20 years then got sent back to high school, and [...]
November 10, 2009
This is taken from a Variety review of R. Kelly’s 11/5 concert at LA’s Nokia Theater: “Most jaw-dropping were Kelly’s sung instructions to his stagehands–’Somebody move this goddamn rug/I almost tripped three times’–which he repeated with increasingly soulfulness until one nearly forgot that it was not, strictly speaking, an actual song.”