uh . . . and another one.
so yo?
i wanted to school you khats on how to disect a creme-filled cookie (a la nanaimo bar) with some class, flash, and flair; to optimize your cookie eating experience as well as make it more delicious. some folks just don’t know how to eat cookies propah. they be stuffing their faces six cookies at a time and shit, taking pint-size chugs of milk. do you even taste the creme? the cookie part is useless if it’s drenched in milk. smoke a joint first, throw on your favorite song, stretch, smile, and eat one cookie at a time. i don’t have time to explain. but soon will.
i just wanted to wish everyone a happy holiday. like i said, christmas is pretty gay. but ain’t nothing wrong with that. so long as you’re giving throughout the year and not just in december. i guess it’s good to have a little reminder.
here’s a few inexpensive, yet impossible gifts i’d like under my tree:
a flower child chick named starlah, a women spawned in the ocean, a rich-white-society-type-lady, a queen from queens, and a montreal drum-n-bass chick up in my hot tub (throw a red-head in there somewhere).
some flair-ass bartending skills a la tom cruise so i don’t gotta bus tables the rest of my life.
a room: with four walls and a door that closes.
wait, that may cost money. so do all the other things i’m thinking of. (i was gonna say iPOD, laptop, CDs, etc.). guess we all know what christmas is about then, eh? gay!
midnight mass: spot me a cigarette after communion. then leave.
-mlv
