I was walking home from the grocery store the other evening when the pleasant silence of my neighborhood was broken by some serious freestyle rap. I saw the classy rapping gentleman on the opposite corner, and seeing as how he decided to follow me and project his voice in my direction, I could only assume some of his improv lyrics were directed towards me. This is how he flowed:
“Man, f**k your s**t, all of that s**t. Ah, man, f**k this s**t. All of your stress. Can’t handle my stress. Yeah, f**k your s**t.”
I guess he was referring to my Skinny Cow Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Sandwiches in my bag.
Sorry dude, that’s just how I do things.
I was about to hit with some of my own rap, Mr. Show style:
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tough, tough choices when mr. show offers up options like these.
1.) mayostard (brought to you by Stenson’s - now why does that name sound familiar?)
2.) mustardayonnaise
you decide. and if condiments aren’t your thing, and the reality of using one knife for two spreadable edibles is, get some Goober from Smucker’s. If only they’d figure a way to get bread in that damn jar my life would be complete! Wait, what’s this? An entire root beer float in a bottle. Dying…now…content.
