I don't know whether to cry or to laugh at this shit. But since I've been in a bad mood and I'm battling the flu, I'm going with the latter.
Highlights:
-Shorty in the shiny suit dancing with the aliens. -"Tickle the cat." -Dubya smacking ass, while giving his thumbs up approval to said ass and, presumably, to Mike Jones.
I haven't forgotten about the rest of the Detroit hip-hop blog; I'm just trying to snatch up some exclusive tracks from the rest of the producers/artists I'm profiling. If I can get the ones I'm thinking of, you guys are definitely in for a treat.
But for now, I've got a decision to make. I've always been a huge gadget head; when other junior high students were lugging around school planners, I was rocking the Sharp handheld organizers. The kid sold ringtones in high school, call me Sagtown's Jamster. I read Sharper Image catalogs like Andreas reads black history. If you're talking to me and I'm not holding either my iPod, Blackberry or laptop in front of me, then I must really care about what you have to say. Now there are two new gadgets I want to get this month, but I can only spend the bread on one. I need y'all help on picking one.