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Ice cream, cheese, ribs and amaretto sours would all be good for you.
Cruising the net would burn at least 400 calories per session, lol.
All of my friends from college would live in NYC.
The WTC would still be there (my first job was there, in my mind it is still there you know)
We would all be able to live like the idle rich
Hip hop would have a standards board that outright banned the existence of the St Lunatics, and severely moderated mention of the following list of things:
ice
kristal
hos
bitches
weed
oral sex
guns
jail
limits would be set to only one, max 2 (for DMX) with special dispensation. No one needs to hear about that more than once per album because it's just boring and repetitive. I am convinced that Jay-z has been remaking the same two songs for the past 10 years- the one about when he sold drugs, and the one about how he bought those girls kristal and they wanted to have sex with him.
There are so many emotions, and I feel like if you're a real musician, you want to use your art to explore all of them, not confine yourself to talking about how many girls you can have sex with.
There would be a similar board regulating the use of the following beauty products:
blue hair dye
multi-color weaves
that industrial strength black hair gel (ugh! I'm friad of that stuff!)
nail glitter
tips more than 2 inches long
That nouveau curl stuff that ALL my older female relatives have in their head (why? I do not know)
and an across the board ban for all of the following products:
lightener
brightener
whitener (ok, that might not be a real product, but you know what I mean!)
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It may be said with rough accuracy that there are three stages in the life of a strong people. First, it is a small power, and fights small powers. Then it is a great power, and fights great powers. Then it is a great power, and fights small powers, but pretends that they are great powers, in order to rekindle the ashes of its ancient emotion and vanity.-- G.K. Chesterton
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