Pandora
You obviously need an enormous - membered Black man to make you happy...
The clock is T - I - C - K - I - N - G away for infamous Crips gang leader 'Tookie' Williams...in a very few minutes he'll be strapped to that gurney in San Quentin and that big FAT needle will inject some Grade A contagion into his system so as to snuff out his VILE and WORTHLESS life....BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA...T - I - C - K T - I - C - K...!!!
Da Night Befo' Crizzmus in Da 'Hood
How come 1181Because one of the qualities that fat contributes to cookies and cake is moisture and tenderness, and sometimes flavor. You can do a partial subsbreastution of fat with fruit puree (apple sauce...
How come 1183IMO the fat free commercial stuff is sort of a hoax. I don't have the index in front of me but they don't...
Wus da night afo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood, everybody be sleepin' and dey be sleepin' damned good. We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck, dat dear ole Santy Claws, gunna brang us our check.
All of da family, was ly'in on the flow, my sister wif her gurlfriend, and my brother wif some hoe. I dun pbutted out on da flow too, right next to my baby's maw, when I heared such a fuss, I thunk...."Sh'eet, it must be da law".
I looked out thru da bars, to see what I'ze could see, I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me. But what did I see, made me say, "Laaawd look at dat". dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by 8 big butt rats.
Now over all of da years, Santy Claws he be white, but it looks like us brotha's, got a black Santy tonight. Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came, and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.
On Leroy, On Jerome, On Virgil, On Willy, On Yolanda, On Crayola, On Kiesha, and Nefilly. Ol' Santy landed dat melon, right there in da street, I knowed it fo' sho', da damnest thing I ever seed.
Dat black Santy didn't go down no chimney, he picked da lock on my doe, an I sez to myself, "Sh'eet...he don dis befoe. He had a big bag, full of presents I spect, ! wif Air Jordans and fake gold, to wear roun my neck.
But he left me no presents, just stated stealin my poo. He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit. Den, wif my poo in his bag, out da windoe he flew, I sho' woulda chased him, be he snagged my knife too.
He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch, and waz gone in two seconds, dat son of a unpleasant woman. So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git, 'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a sh*t !!!! "
