Subject: Sean Paul is the bain of my existence and other observations |
Author: Special K
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Date Posted: 13:24:30 02/09/04 Mon
Last night's Grammy's were without a doubt, the most entertaining collection of live music possibly ever assembled on one nationally televised broadcast. That being said, I'd just like to issue a personal fuck you to Sean Paul for ruining Roxanne. You fucking asshole!
Sarah and I were having a good time of it, playing along with the natural rhthym of the game, only to have that Carribean jack-me-off bastardize a landmark drinking game and top selling single.
If you missed the Grammy's ... here's what you missed: Prince and Beyonce on Purple Rain, Dave, Sting, vince Gill and Pharrell (on drums) commerating the Beatles, the children of Jesus Christ (Beck's intro of the White Stripes), Samuel L. as the Minister of Funk as Earth, Wind & Fire, Big Boi, Robert Randolph and the Family Band and finally a jamboree with the grandmaster George Clinton as the finale rocked funk into the new millenium, and finally along came Dre 3000 to finish the show. Good god!
It was awesome ... why doesn't anyone post anymore? On an entirely different note, I drank a cup full of Everclear because I lost a SuperBowl bet, and had liquid shit for two days. Oh, and I thought I was going to be stupid forever again, but I tell you what, my liver is like the little engine that could.
Back to last night ... when the Grammy's were over the most fucking exciting (actually only exciting) Pro Bowl was being played. Why wasn't Dante returning kicks?
How's everyone doing? Rick, what happened to my shades? Paul, heard the broccoli is going well? Matt, when is NYC?
Anyways, take er easy.
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