So it’s nearing the Resonator Mag version of 7 o clock in the morning. We’re situated at R Jamz abode, getting ready to get the “hey we’re not vh-1 yet we still assume you’re going to care what our over-educated and under-payed assess have to say about the next 8 billion chapters in Trapped In The Closet.” Real talk.
While the rest of the kids are braidin’ their hair, sippin’ on coke n rum or whatever they’re doing, we’ll let you run and get some chicken (or Schicken) (in a box, natch) for your wok. If you need a catch-upon what’s been going on, you can check the lj community Chuck and Rufus-but, mostly, just get yerself some pears.
When shit starts getting commentative, we’ll go under a cut.
4:54 P.M.: “You gon’ burn WHAT? Bitch I WISH YOU WOULD BURN MY MOTHAFUCKIN CLOTHES”. Oh god, real talk FOR REAL. Has it occured to anyone that Kel could be on the other end of the “Tyrone” line?
R Jamz: ya better caaaaall r kel.
Word up. The DVDs are in the box in the wok:
and I’m pouring a bunch of shit on the floor for our missing homies. Hacks, Trixie, Shlomo Zelig-PROPS. N stuff.
5:05 Lauren Alexis and her homies are late. Party foul. Perhaps she’s bringing the shicken.
5:06 we got yo back like chiroprac. lemme hear ya.
5:08: apparently what’s amusing is R Jamz’s signed copy of Jewtopia.
5:10: LAUREN ALEXIS IS HERE. all right. goin under a cut. i mean, after we figure out what the hell we’re eatin.
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