bees that make milk
It’s another grand day in Chris Land. Not much to say except the hurricane didn’t really make it over here so all we got was a nice breeze.
I don’t know about you but some days, for reasons I am unsure of, I just feel downright gansta. Let me demonstrate:
gooknooch: it’s hard being so gangsta
IHypnisI: i can imagine
IHypnisI: what with all the bustin caps and whatnot
gooknooch: you know it
gooknooch: all the ladies are all up ons
gooknooch: but im too busy bustin jiggas
gooknooch: that i don’t have no time to get jiggy
gooknooch: ya hear?
IHypnisI: what the hell did you just say to me
gooknooch: ugh
gooknooch: word up cracker
gooknooch: get the wax outta ya uurs
gooknooch: im just tryin to lay some science on ya babe
IHypnisI: did you…
IHypnisI: did you just call me babe.
gooknooch: yea
gooknooch: its all gravy babe
gooknooch: just roll wit it
you hear?
I wonder if there is a better way to write baby to emphasize that it is intended to be pronounced ‘Bay Beh’.
Might have saved me from going from gangster to gay.



















