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so chilling with your parents can be rather disturbing at times. especialy when you find out your dad has a undeniable talent for improved porn poems. im guessing thats where my freestyle comes from.

im not going to repeat his poems but i did manage to break out the beatneck spoons to his perverse
rythem. I never really noticed before but my dads rather excentric. Not many people think its hillarious to speak french in spain just to see what peoples reactions are, or spend an evening at dinner interjecting a monolog from the perspective of the resturants tanked lobster. Its been cool though, my dad drove across the states in the 60s and has loads of cool stories.

other then that ive been swimming a shit load, watching python and drinking whisky on the balcony. oh yes, homie doth play that. Ive written some new jokes which is reasssuring after a while of just practicing the same material. Im going to get a bike (push... gahhhh) and ride out in the hills this afternoon.

funny thing is Disney might want me back next week, which could be akward if my flu has given me the mysterious side effects of a sun tan and blond hair. Ill tell them it was a microwave accident.

PS Joe Budden is my Hip Hop dude right now, and you know Cancerbats got chords. whats musicly popin?