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April 02, 2004 -- 9:50 PM
posted by mc eric

    ahh Diddy so you did mean strunts
    now i look like Jere's 'Pen' punchline
    or Missy Elliot's dunce
    but us Azn boyz 'gotta do our thangy thing'
    since we can't drink nor dance, drive nor sing
    but when it comes down to the 'cold'
    i like it ghetto as in bottle a 'Mo
    and you know it don't stop when it starts to flow
    shows no sign until our blush we consigns
    i'll be fallin' on my face like i was blind
    but i've got some dawgs to drag my ass
    when the drink is drinking me into its flask
    and i gets dizzy like i was on Kish Kash
    i'm makin' a dash for the b-line
    free keystyles ain't hard to find
    inside the mind of the genius
    you can't cop or glean this
    bliss is ignorance
    and it's ignorance i ream and dis
    cause like sleep it's the cousin of death
    and what you'll smell is the truth that's on my breath

April 02, 2004 -- 2:26 PM
posted by alison

    admittedly, extreme banana was HILARIOUS
    thanx for the funny story.

    and Par, lovely page title...
    every time I open it "Like a Garbage..."
    I think of "Like a Virgin" and get the Madonna song in my head..

    among all the other things that haven't gone my way today, that one's the funniest

    I still have to write a speech. damn!

April 02, 2004 -- 2:02 PM
posted by P

    Strunts is the liquor that keeps lickin'.
    The drink that's always chillin',
    too cool to put down, too hot to handle.
    Like the ripped out rhymes that we gots to pull
    we all runnin' on hard times
    an' there ain't no room ta spinz on dimes.
    But in everyone of us is an army,
    an' I let 'em kno dat while I be chary.
    So ta everybody out there who dun like givin' up
    I'm tellin' ya right now ta put yo hands up.
    Show 'em what ya got and dun hold none back,
    an' I look forward to seein' 'em in da shaaaaaaaaaack.

April 02, 2004 -- 1:17 PM
posted by Par

    What's wrong with this picture?


    If this doesn't immediately make you laugh/sick, then you must read this rant

April 02, 2004 -- 1:02 PM
posted by Albert "Hurricane Saber&q

Yep still here... yep big project still here...

April 02, 2004 -- 12:39 PM
posted by Albert "Hurricane Saber&q

Yep still here working on a big report...

April 02, 2004 -- 11:58 AM
posted by Albert "Hurricane Saber&q

It's days like these I feel like I have to destroy the entire world... Nah too lazy... Maybe another day...

April 02, 2004 -- 10:08 AM
posted by alison

    shit,
    fuck
    I am so screwed.
    not only is it my grad tomorrow
    and a final on both Monday and Tuesday
    and a paper due on Tuesday as well,
    Our club just ordered t-shirts, but we were way under the 20 shirt limit
    and... they charge for every extra screen print it takes to get to 20 shirts
    fuck
    There's a lot of extra money that's owed
    and it's way too late to stop the order
    but they didn't tell us what kind of charge it would be.
    honestly, like $25 extra on each shirt. who wants to pay $40 for a long sleeve T?
    fuck

April 02, 2004 -- 12:09 AM
posted by eric

    yo p diddy
    i thinks you meant "stunts", but who knows?
    you just too silly
    or should i say like Hova that your rhymes is too illy?
    you kill me
    and you kills this board
    with the brash delivery
    that's never flawed
    you're walkin' through walls
    like you was Rod and Tod
    you knows more songs than i gots on my 'Pod
    sought after for the charms
    you hooks girlys like Corgan did Disarm
    and you still got butterfly wings
    when shootin' out 50's lights
    in the MC battle rings

April 02, 2004 -- 12:09 AM
posted by edo

    Shooting Star eh? You mean those things up in the sky... that fly really fast up in space??



    Holy CRAP! You saw Astro-Boy???

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