October 29th, 2001

Grrr!, Dammit!

I have the most polite orifices.

I like how my nose managed to wait until I got home for lunch to start bleeding again. That's so thoughtful. And so far, I've managed not to get any blood on my nice white shirt. So far.

I received a check in the mail from my bank today. The bank I use; the bank I work at. It's a check, I found upon opening the envelope, for $4.00. Not only that, but redeeming it signs me up for a certain healthcare plan. My own bank is pulling scams on me. What the hell is the world coming to? Oh, wait, I think I just answered my own question.
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None too funny, but I have to be awake in 8hrs and am lacking the spirit for content.

[21:08:14] <Dark> I think that Samuel L. Jackson should be in the Willy Wonka remake
[21:08:26] <Dark> Maybe as Willy Wonka
[21:08:46] <Dark> "What? What kinda country is What? They got Oompa Loompas in What?"
[21:09:26] <Dark> "Now answer me one more time: DID YOU STEAL FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS?!!"
[21:09:32] <Hamusutaa> bwahahahahahah
[21:09:50] * Dark caps lil Charlie and re-gimpifies his Grandpa
[21:09:55] <Dark> no offense, gimp.
[21:13:06] <gimpAway> Dark: None taken.
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Silky Smooth; PDE

A classic scene from Dolemite VII: BravePimp

This scene features a young Silky Smooth in his on screen debut:

Silky. Him? That ain't Dolemite! I'm prettier than that nigga.
Alright, Dawg, I'll ax 'im.
If I risk my ass for you, will I git a chance to cap sum crackas?

Thug. Iz yo homie a ghost, or ya talkin to tha Almighty?

Silky. In orda to fine hiz equal, a halfrican american brotha iz forced to talk ta God. Sup, Dawg? Yo, God sez quit changin the subject an anser tha fuckin question.

Thug. Mind yo tongue in fron' of tha man.

Old Thug. Crazy nigga.

*Silky pulls a gat, prompting everyone else in tha joint to do likewise.*

Silky. Smart enough to slip my tek-9 past yo thugs, old foo.

Dolemite. Tha's my dawg, you black irish mothafucka. And tha anser t'yo kestion is yes, if you pimp fo' me, you git to kill white boys.

Silky. Word, yo! Silky is my name. I'm tha most wanted nigga on mah iland. Sept I ain't on mah iland, yo; mo's tha pitty.

Thug. Yo iland? You mean Manhattan?

Silky. Skrate up. That shit is mine.


Thug. You fuckin out yo mine.

*Laughter breaks out, spreading first from Silky.*

Silky. I'm in tha rite place, then.
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The fucking boring shit.

Alarm set. 5AM, I rise. 6:10 bus into the PABT in NYC. Then I catch the next bus out to Wayne, crossing the Lincoln tunnel morning rush TWICE. I have to get to Wayne by 9.

Blah blah blah training for sales all day. Then take the bus back to the PABT. But fuck it; if I'm going into the city, I should fucking GO INTO THE CITY. So I'm going to head to the free movies, probably to see Taxi Driver, or possibly Rock Star, only because I haven't seen it. I'll get home about 16 or so hours after I left. What could be better?

I dunno if anyone wants to come with and meet me at the theater at 6:30, but if you do, you'll get to see me all swanked out from work, and I know how some of you love to see me swankified.

You know what? I think I'll see both. Taxi Driver, then come back for Rock Star.
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