2003-01-02 - 7:50 p.m.
For yo' enjoyment, today's edition (wit yesterday's posted below) has been run through Snoop Dogg's Shizzolator. Super-Freaky Taco Deaky
My cuz Doug of pho-sto' fame 'n I went get tacos tonight at Arrandas #5. The cheap 'n sassy taco chain of Austin did not disappoint, know what I'm sayin'? Afterwards we went La Dolce Vita 'n drew cartoons. I came up wit two birds named Rod 'n Margo who talk 'bout "mature situations n' shit." We wuz only there fo' a while when Doug started feeling antsy; da psuedo-Euro atmosphere gots tha dude's ass n' shit. We left 'n I came crib work on mo' cartoon dialogues 'n related material. A highlight (da original version is not written in Shizzle n' shit... numbers denote panels):
Flies
1: Last night I played a game wit a bunch of flies n' shit.
2: It wuz called �Kill Yo' ass."
3: When da flies swarmed around da kitchen, I stood still wit an open cookbook called �So Good Fruit� 'n waited until they gots close, know what I'm sayin'?
4: Then I quickly shut da cookbook on da unlucky flies 'n pulverize 'em, know what I'm sayin'?
5: Flies do not belong in my kitchen n' shit. When I asked 'em leave, they did not obey, know what I'm sayin'?
6. But when yo' ass think 'bout that shiznit, �Kill Yo' ass" is a really mean-spirited game n' shit.
Let's Try This Again
On New Year's I felt way too sick go on my trip, 'n no, that shiznit wasn't because of too many drinks. My abdomen wuz giving da Middle East a run fo' its oil paper in da turmoil department, 'n I wuz congested/blowing my nose, know what I'm sayin'? The thought of running around airports 'n foreign countries while experiencing izzall of these malfunctions didn't sound too fun, so fo' $300 extra I postponed my trip til Jan 9 n' shit.
Meantime, I've been doing izzall da things I should has done prior my departure anyway, like scheduling an appointment wit da dentist fill a cavity, returning my library books on time, etc. On New Year's, instead of spending da day trapped in a winged capsule 30,000 feet up in da izzle (yeesh!), I went a potluck hosted by my friends Mike 'n Karen, know what I'm sayin'? Since most of da muthas there knew me 'n expected me be in da sky, they wuz surprised see me, know what I'm sayin'? It wuz sort of like being George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life � da part where tha dude watches what life would has been like if tha dude hadn't been born, know what I'm sayin'? Except da muthas knew who I wuz, whereas wit George B. they didn't. Okay, maybe that wuz a failed analogy n' shit...
"Dating should be fun n' shit... 'n in mass quantities!" � Hurry Date�
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