Friday, May 12, 2006
Yeah Yeah Yeah....
So this is the part where most of you sigh loudly and say "Finally!"
I have finally recovered fully from my Vegas hangover....Vegas is sorta like when you pick up a girl thats been drinking Jack Daniels all night...she's surley, a little promiscuous, and you never know when she's gonna flip out on you and steal your wallet. But dammit, I love her.
It's been a quiet month, thus, not much to blog about. So I have been thinking of different ways to keep you entertained between postings....I'm so considerate. So I have started a sister site to Westside Joe...which I am sure you will all link to and check out frequently....won't you. I SAID WON'T YOU???!#!#? This site will be random picture postings which if you love me enough you will comment on and share my lunacy. I will be posting to it often (finger's crossed) since I am able to upload straight from my camera phone. So who knows if you might find yourself up on the site from time to time. Links are found directly to the right of this bloggins...along with a slideshow of the most recent images.
Vegas summed up.....Schlager, Red Bull and Video Poker at 3 AM.
So I think I have found one of the best job's in the world....Who wouldn't want to be a Rappers "hype-man", you know, like a side kick...he just has to walk around on stage, always 3 paces behind his boss, yells out every 5th word the rapper says, waves a towel around that is somehow suppose to get the crowd pumped up. During interviews, he grabs the mic, points to the camera and repeats what the rapper says by adding "Yeah" and "Son" to the front and back of the sentence....for example....
Interviewer: So MC Who-Gives-A-Shit...we hear that your going on tour.
MC: Headin out to hit the Dirty South.
Hype-Man: Yeah, The Dirty South Son!
See...its so easy, and in the mean time, you get food, lodging, bling, and about 100 grand for your troubles.
Ahhhh, who am I kidding, I gotta be the MC....
No one puts Dirty~Kash in a corner.
I have finally recovered fully from my Vegas hangover....Vegas is sorta like when you pick up a girl thats been drinking Jack Daniels all night...she's surley, a little promiscuous, and you never know when she's gonna flip out on you and steal your wallet. But dammit, I love her.
It's been a quiet month, thus, not much to blog about. So I have been thinking of different ways to keep you entertained between postings....I'm so considerate. So I have started a sister site to Westside Joe...which I am sure you will all link to and check out frequently....won't you. I SAID WON'T YOU???!#!#? This site will be random picture postings which if you love me enough you will comment on and share my lunacy. I will be posting to it often (finger's crossed) since I am able to upload straight from my camera phone. So who knows if you might find yourself up on the site from time to time. Links are found directly to the right of this bloggins...along with a slideshow of the most recent images.
Vegas summed up.....Schlager, Red Bull and Video Poker at 3 AM.
So I think I have found one of the best job's in the world....Who wouldn't want to be a Rappers "hype-man", you know, like a side kick...he just has to walk around on stage, always 3 paces behind his boss, yells out every 5th word the rapper says, waves a towel around that is somehow suppose to get the crowd pumped up. During interviews, he grabs the mic, points to the camera and repeats what the rapper says by adding "Yeah" and "Son" to the front and back of the sentence....for example....
Interviewer: So MC Who-Gives-A-Shit...we hear that your going on tour.
MC: Headin out to hit the Dirty South.
Hype-Man: Yeah, The Dirty South Son!
See...its so easy, and in the mean time, you get food, lodging, bling, and about 100 grand for your troubles.
Ahhhh, who am I kidding, I gotta be the MC....
No one puts Dirty~Kash in a corner.
