Yeah Yeah... I Might Get Stabbed

I've gone black. And as the saying goes, "Once you go black, you might get stabbed." I'll take my chances. The white was boring me and playing basketball wasn't providing much relief. These templates are pretty pathetic. Every offering that I've seen on the internet has been based on something sentimentally hideous, such as kittens, celebrities or hot dog sandwiches. Of course, posting one's thoughts online isn't exactly art. And I'm no artist.

It's Christmas week. My dradel broke. So, I wrapped it up and stuck it under someone else's tree. I'm full of Christ love. I know what I want for the big 2-5 this year. Knowledge. I need more and it seems that I'm always behind. Damn the burden of being a human being.

I usually don't speak on politics, but the "Fair Tax" proposal is one of the craziest ideas i've ever seen on any legitimate presidential candidate's platform. I know I'd be embarrassed to back something that has an even smaller chance of happening than a black or woman president, neither of which will be happening anytime soon. I'm not saying I wouldn't want any of these things to happen. I just know they won't.

Now, for more clips. I don't find YouTube entertaining, but I appreciate that they host clips of what I'm looking for.



Not subtle. Not particularly original. Funny, nonetheless.

Best line:
"My place is usually tidier than this."



Sorry for the pixelation, but peep the leg kicks, fat chicks, and BOUNCE!


Yes, more fat people. Stab them all and that's a tanker full of gravy.



You little shits, I got money stacks bigger than you. But you can't hate on the beats. Like with Quiet Storm. Funny thing is, they were much more compelling at 19 than they've ever been since. And for those who've only been exposed to rap music through Eminem and 8 Mile, get your learn in. Watch it again if you missed it, whiteboy makes sure he gets a shout out in: "Cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks..."