Whew, this little gem crossed my path earlier. You know how your friends are constantly asking you: “Yo, white dude, why can’t you and your brothers write a rap song?” Well, for one, we are severely limited on topics of interest. Using myself as an example; I’ve never had a stable of bitches so therefore, I don’t have much pimpin’ experience. I’ve never sold crack in the projects, hell, I’ve never bought crack in the projects, and I’ve never had a thousand dollar bottle of champagne to drink while shopping for a Rolex in Beverly Hills either.
So, common ground? Maybe…I do like women and, evidently so does this gentleman: I proudly present to you…decent White folk hip-hop. Oh, and by the way, this is in NO WAY WHAT SO EVER safe for work.
I know it has been two months since I last invaded your privacy; But I was engaged in my annual “Fall Down the Rabbit Hole…” sabbatical.
I, as a rule, do not cotton to my birthday well at all. In fact I rather dislike this yearly occurrence. I tend to imbibe in the “brewery arts” to an extent that could, by laymen’s terms, be called intoxication.
Oscar Wilde: “I have found that alcohol, in small amounts can cause intoxication.”
But I digress.
I know you’ve wondered what exciting earth-shattering topic will Argus address in his first column in nearly sixty days? Well, I’ve been eagerly watching the news of the world around us and have decided to address the MOST IMPORTANT issue of our times. That’s right, How To Fold A Shirt!!
Stumble It!