October 29, 2004

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    The answer to yesterday's "More Dirty Minds" was WINE.  Here are the clues for today:



    1. Hey baby, suck my juice!
    2. If I get too hot, you can't suck me.
    3. If you don't screw me right, I leak.


    anyways..


    As always, THINK CLEANLY and HAPPY GUESSING! xD



    AN EARLY HALLOWEEN TREAT, OF SORTS...



    [that's only a few of 'em, folks! ]


    My mom works with GateGourmet, a company in South San Francisco that prepares airline food for different airliners.


    Atop of that, they also have a contract with Starbucks to make and distribute sandwiches to the local starbucks...



    [using a defective DVD-R correctly... AS A PLATTER FOR MY FOOOOD! ]


    MmMmMmMmM...



    Image little 1.5in x 1.5in. little squares of sandwiches, stuffed into small little containers .
    Now imagine trying to fit about 75 of  em into your already slightly-stuffed fridge..


    thankfully, we gave/ate enough of the previous batch so that our fridge wasn't as stuffed as it could have been..





    Eminem's Anti-Bush Music Video.. "Mosh"


    http://www.gnn.tv/content/eminem_mosh.html


    check out the video, it's pretty good.


    Eminem
    Mosh


    VERSE 1:
    Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
    I spit it once, refuel re-energize and rewind
    I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
    I exercise my right to express what I feel inside
    Its just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
    I say to fight you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
    If you don't understand don't even bother to ask
    A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
    Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
    Or atleast shows no difficulty multi-taskin
    And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft, slash
    Entrepenaur, who has helped launch a few more rap acts
    Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
    Of his careeer, typical manur, moving past that
    Mister kiss his ass crack, hes a class act
    Rubberband man, yeah, he just snaps back


    (Chorus)


    Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness
    As I provide just enough spark that we need, to proceed
    Carry on, give me hope, give me strength, come with me, and I won't, steer you wrong
    Give your faith and your trust, as I guide us through the fog, to the light at the end of the tunnel
    We gon fight, we gon charge, we gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp, we gon mosh through the marsh, take us right
    through the doors
    Come on


    VERSE 2:


    All the people up top, on the side and the middle, from the ghetto, lets all form and stomp just a little
    Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back
    All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
    Don’t matter what color, all that matters is we're gathered together
    To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather
    If it rains, let it rain, yeah the wetter the better
    They ain’t gon’ stop us, they cant, were stronger now more then ever
    They tell us no we say yeah, they tell us stop we say go
    Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell, we gon let em? No
    Stomp, push, shove, mush... Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home
    Come On


    (Chorus)


    Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness
    As I provide just enough spark that we need, to proceed
    Carry on, give me hope, give me strength, come with me, and I won't, steer you wrong
    Give your faith and your trust, as I guide us through the fog, to the light at the end of the tunnel
    We gon fight, we gon charge, we gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp, we gon mosh through the marsh, take us right
    through the doors
    Come on


    VERSE 3:


    Imagine it poorin, its rainin down on us, mosh pits outside the oval office
    Someone’s tryin to tell us something, maybe this is god, just sayin we responsible
    For this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
    This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin, how can we allow something like this, without pumpin our fists
    Now, this is our, final hour
    Let me, be the voice, in your strength and your choice, let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
    Tryin to amplify to times it, and multiply it by six-teen million people are equal at this high pitch
    Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech, let the president answer our high anarchy
    Strap him with a AK-47, let him go fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
    No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil, no more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal
    If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing our hero
    Look in his eyes, its all lies, the stars and stripes, have been swiped, washed out and wiped,
    And replaced with his own face, mosh now or die, if I get sniped tonight, you’ll know why, cuz I told you to fight


    (Chorus)


    Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness
    As I provide just enough spark that we need, to proceed
    Carry on, give me hope, give me strength, come with me, and I won't, steer you wrong
    Give your faith and your trust, as I guide us through the fog, to the light at the end of the tunnel
    We gon fight, we gon charge, we gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp, we gon mosh through the marsh, take us right
    through the doors
    Come on


    (Epilogue)


    And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm
    And these closing statements if they should argue
    Let us beg to differ
    As we set aside our differences
    And assemble our own army
    To disarm this weapon of mass destruction
    That we call our president for the present
    And mosh for the future of our generation
    To speak and be heard
    Mr. President, Mr. Senator


    (children's voices: you guys hear us?)


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    anyways...


     


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    Enough of my craziness.. til tomorrow
    LATERS GATORS!

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