G-spotter

What jobs? It's a sinecure!

8 decimal places is false precision

Nope its another one of the Last Poets, Abiodun Oyewole

When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV with chicken hanging from our mouths You’ll know its revolution cause there won’t be no commercials When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Preacher pimps are gonna split the scene with the communion wine stuck in their back pockets Fagots wont be so funny then and all the junkies will quit their noddin and wake up when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Transit cops will be crushed by the trains after losing their guns and blood will run through the streets of Harlem drowning anything without substance when the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Our pearly white teeth froth the mouths that speak of revolution without reverence The cost of revolution is 360 degrees understand the cycle that never ends Understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between but space and time that I make or you make to relate or not to relate to the world outside my mind your mind Speak not of revolution until you are ready to eat rats to survive When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes guns and rifles will be taking the place of poems and essays. Black cultural centers will be forts supplying the revolutionaries with food and arms when the revolution comes When the revolution comes White death will froth the walls of museums and churches breaking the lies that enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jesus Christ is gonna be standing on the corner of Lenox Ave and 125th St trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of Harlem when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jew merchants will give away matza balls and gifilta fish to anyone they see with afros Frank Shieffin will give away the Apollo to the first person he sees wearing a blue dashiki when the revolution comes When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straighten their heads and straighten heads gone be tryin to wear afros When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes But until then you know and I know that niggers will party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party… Some might even die before the revolution comes.

And if the victim was a Mountie too, then that's almost like recycling

busted! But the pink stucco brothel on Third is the new hot spot. Easy walking distance from the Brew Pub

Whatever happened to Dumpster_Diver?

I changed it to May 4 then See you there. fner doesnt need a ticket cause shes on a 3 month road trip!

mmmmm, schadenfreude

your revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not happen between these thighs the real revolution ain't about booty size the Versaces you buys or the Lexus you drives and though we've lost Biggie Smalls your Notorious revolution will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees your revolution ain't gon' knock me up without no ring and produce little future MCs because that revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep with LL hard as hell ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well your revolution will not be you smackin' it up, flippin' it, or rubbin' it down nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around because that revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not have me singin' ain't no * like the one I got your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip VD shot your revolution will not involve me feeling your nature rise or helping you fantasize because that revolution will not happen between these thighs and no, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel boombastic and really fantastic have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe or having Akinyele's dream a six-foot blowjob machine you wanna subjugate your queen; think I'ma put it in my mouth just 'cause you made a few bucks please brotha please! your revolution will not be me tossing my weave making believe I'm some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown or me givin' up my behind just so I can get signed or maybe have somebody else write my rhymes? I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go if we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego we'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense, on a Quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense...but your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status to express what you feel; your revolution will not happen between these thighs will not happen between these thighs will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs because the revolution, that's right, I say the real revolution, you know the real revolution, when it finally comes, it's gon' be real

Perhaps some champagne? Veuve Cliquot?

At least the dog knows that leashes are aid.

Mary Woodbridge and her daschund Daisy are going to Everest....

If your absinthe does not glow Try some Beaujolais Nouveau

Everytime I have been to the Marsupials there has been a 5-party lineup and a couple dogs waiting for Thin Air and Round River.

a little lube will help with your chaffing.

Oh I dunno about that, from the evidence your dad gave you meat more than once

Speak not of revolution until you are ready to eat rats to survive

or a narrow path traversed only by mule trains.

larry curly or moe?

what about your mom's house... oh wait, no buying

TraderNodder's Organic Free Range Smoke. sure is.

Isn't kinda slow better than too fast?

and a doe

You are definitely not out of your element.