Showing posts with label pass the meth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pass the meth. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Maybe the New York tabloids have it right.

The entertaining Jayson Stark has some fun facts and figures for Yankee fans. I've gotten a little better at not entertaining/fueling myself strictly on Yankee schaudenfraud, but sometimes I just really relate to Method Man's immortal words on Biggie's "The What":

(Assume the position)
Stop, look and listen
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens,
Bitch.


Admittedly I'm reading Virginia Woolf right now, not Dickens. "Skank ho" rhymes with Orlando, but I'm not in a rewiring classic rhymes sort of mood. More like a taunting mood.

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