Well, its McRib Season. I really hate the McRib but I love McRib season. You see, ribs are my favorite food and I sort of look at the McRib as a insult, why would you put pickles and onion on a rib sandwich? Its just not right. I preferred the rib sandwiches from grade school cafeterias that like melted in your mouth and cut like warm butter, they didn't try to be ribs and i respected that. With all that McRib bashing, I have to say I still respect what the McRib represents. All the die hard fans and followers come in all shapes, sizes, and colors to put their differences aside for one month and year and eat that joke of a sandwich. McDonalds, you've done it again!
This weekend was dec at best I'd say. Nothing was really going on, I ended up sitting in my room bumpin No Doubt most of the weekend, no homo. The highlight of the weekend though? Def. Trapped in the Closet. I don't know how someone illiterate like R Kelly can actually write something like that. R Kelly is arguably the most influential artist of this or any generation. Countless hits, a hip-hopera, I hear he's pretty good at ball, and he gets to pee on little girls and get away with it. I envy him, I pee on little girls and I gotta go door to door and tell the neighborhood I'm a sex offender. R Kelly on the other hand, he's a real mans man, if someone wanted him to do that he would pull his baretta out on them like he kept doing in Trapped in the Closet. I'd even go far enough to say a God among men. Without R Kelly terrible R&B music would not be what it is today, no T-pains, no Ray Jays, no Neyos, all of them gone. That my friends, is a dark, cruel world I don't want to live in.
Whats up with the Nextel Chirp? I know they've been out for like a few years now but I've been thinking about them lately. Just when you thought black people couldn't get any more loud and obnoxious you give them the Chirp.
Thats enough for now, Ill get back to this later.
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