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I'm a Preacher...Man
it's fucking hot out. i won't lie. i walk around with a
folded bathroom towel. i wipe my sweat off as it beads upon
my forehead, neck and face.
and then i pretend that i am a preacher.
not the dull kind, but the black kind, the kind you see in
they always use a cloth to rid themselves of sweat
and now i walk around acting as if i'm insane. i speak as
though i were a black preacher (with regard to the law).
"now why...you may ask yo'self...WHY must an arbitration
clause be inherently subjective to a severability of an
"because the LAW says so."
"all praise de LAW!"
"de LAW says dat the statute of limitations lasts fo 15 years!"
because de LAW says so!"
"now...you may be askin' yo'self...why does mister Nick
always talk up in class."
"shee.. WHAT'FO he be like that?"
"i tells you why!"
"i tells you cos dem bitches is whack and de think de know
"de don't know DE LAW!!!"
"shoooo, dey be wishin' dey know DE LAW...but i stands to be
correctin and agitatin'"
"why shouldn't lost products be given to de gov'men?"
"cos DE LAW stipulates that such a manueryrism is adverse to
the fundamental principle of human nature"
"DEM NIGGAZ DON'T KNOW BUT I BE TELLIN' EM"
i love my positioin in society. and i will always love it
and use it for whatever good i can.