YOU GO TO YOUR JOB AND THE PEOPLE’S MOUTHS ARE LIKE BLAH BLAH BLAH LET’S CONDUCT BUSINESS OR SOMETHING
I DON’T WANT TO
Kam has a point here, no doubt. And it’s also important to remember that Positive K and the young lady end up discovering by the end of the song that they are ill-suited for a romantic pairing. Positive K won’t sacrifice his integrity by wooing the young lady with material gifts. Remember the climax of their interaction: My man buys me things and he takes me out / Well you can keep your man, cause I don’t go that routeWhat kind of fucking stupid evil woman would listen to the totally awesome things Positive K is rapping and respond with shit about how she already had a man?
Fuck you, you stupid fucking lady, Positive K is hitting on you with awesome raps!
I donno, jusky. In her defense, she had a well-structured argument as to why she was happy with her current condition.
Every time she would try to provide justification, Positive K would simply disregard her statement, or indicate that he didn’t understand what the predicament involved with his own.
Basically, he was being inattentive & dismissive, which probably furthered her commitment to her current beau.
What kind of fucking stupid evil woman would listen to the totally awesome things Positive K is rapping and respond with shit about how she already had a man?
Fuck you, you stupid fucking lady, Positive K is hitting on you with awesome raps!
Some mean things one rapper often says to another rapper if he is angry at him.
1. Your rap lyrics contain numerous deliberate falsehoods and outrageous inaccuracies about your lifestyle.
2. You are not very wealthy especially when your wealth is compared to my own wealth, which is quite substantial.
3. You are a coward when it come to violent criminal activities and our mutual acquaintances from the impoverished crime ridden neighborhood you grew up in inform me that you are a great friend of the police and that many police officers are quite fond of you because the information you provide is so helpful.
4. I suspect you are homosexual.
5. I know a woman you love and I myself had sexual intercourse with her—much to her delight I assure you.
6. Of the two of us, I am better at rapping.
7. Of the two of us, I enjoy participating in violent criminal activities much more than you do.
8. As mentioned earlier, I am much much wealthier than you are.
9. I plan to murder you with one of the many firearms I own.
10. Fuck you!
Victories.
This will be the most convoluted story ever and the reward for following it all may not seem that important to anyone but me so feel free to skip it.
So last night I went and got drinks with my friend Erikk. And something awesome and crazy happened. At one point he said to me it’s like that story you told me about you and your friend Wong at that Spanish restaurant. And I was like I don’t even remember that story or know what story you’re talking about but holy shit, Wong! I’d forgotten about Wong. Wong was not my friend but a friend of a friend. She had like escaped from a terrible oppressive country or something when she was like a little kid and had clawed her way to freedom and US citizenship and now she was a lawyer at the ACLU and I had dinner with her and had forgotten all about it until my friend Erikk told me my own story back to me again last night. Which was so awesome because the story has a great moral or lesson or whatever that I really want to remember.
I don’t know if you’re following all this but I need to get this down so I don’t forget it again. Anyway…
Here’s my story that Erikk told me:
I am at this restaurant with my friend Peggy and her friend Wong and I order something and when the waiter brings it to me it’s fucked up and I notice this and say something about it but don’t say anything about it to the waiter. So then Wong calls the waiter over and gets them to fix it and handles it with amazing kindness and delicacy and humility and I get the right thing and it is crazy to watch someone take over and handle everything so amazingly well. But then later in the night we meet up with more people and someone asks us about the restaurant and Wong tells these people the story of how they’d fucked up my shit but when she gets to the part about getting it fixed she doesn’t say that she called the waiter over. She says I did and she makes me it sound like I did and said all the awesome shit that she had actually done and said. And I was like blown away by this. And the conclusion I came to that I’d told Erikk about was this:
Imagine having so many victories under your belt that you could afford to give some away.
I want to be a person like that.
You guys are probably all fucking dying to read all the open letters I’ve been posting over on my other blog. Here are the links:
After bunnies kill they often celebrate in front of the family members of their victims. They delight in the cruel mockery as much as in the bloodshed.
My idea for a movie called ‘The Mark’
The star of the movie will be one of those big goons from professional wrestling and he has a giant birthmark on his forehead that looks exactly like an enormous penis. So the whole beginning part of the movie is showing the big goon with the penis birthmark going from town to town minding his own business until someone stares or laughs or comments on his birthmark. Them he fucks them up. Stalks them. Rips their arms off. Cuts them up. Slasher movie shit. Then after an hour or so of that he meets a kind of pretty shy girl who doesn’t laugh at the birthmark. She helps him out and it turns out she’s in trouble with some bad guys. Bad guys who laugh at the goons penis birthmark. So then we have a nice love story slash goon kills problematic bad guys story and then right at the end the girl and the goon are in bed after making love and the girl is looking at the birthmark and then she giggles and we cut to the goon and see that he saw her giggle and then—boom—fade to black. The End.
If I used magic to transform your physical appearance so you looked exactly like John Goodman, and then I asked you to rate your experience looking like John Goodman on a scale from zero to looking like John Goodman, you would have to rate the experience a full looking like John Goodman.
What percentage of Internet users ages 30-49 use tumblr?
5 percent.
EDIT: source
Also 1% of internet users over age 65 use tumblr. I want to follow them!
EVERYONE WATCH THIS! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!
Nevermind, just listen to it.
EDIT: It’s only part of the speech, but it’s a large part. Worth the listen and and more so, worth the read.
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