It's a hardware problem, but that's okay, we can fix it. Do you have a sodering iron, a masters in electrical engineering, and an industrial grade clean room?
What's up my brothers and sisters I'm the Magical Kawanza Pimp, and this is my homey The Notorious St. Nick.
Word em up you bitches
I'm here to tell you about the True winter holiday... The one Whitey has been keeping down. That holiday is Kawanza
Let those bitches know magic pimp
You see, Jesus and gift giving, and menorahs, these are the tools The Man uses to keep us opressed. So put on your multi-colored tribal robes, light a candle and celebrate the blackest of holidays
Because Martin Luther King Junior's birthday just isn't festive enough. You bitches.
Using tinsel for hot bondage love because... ummm... Jesus was born??
Hi kids... I'm Saint Nick. Christmas isn't about love or Jesus. It's about being guilt-tripped into inadequecy by your friends until you buy them expensive shit they don't need.
And that is the true spirit of christmas. That and running a slave labor camp in the frosty reaches of the north pole, exploiting elves and making the PHAT cash.
Wazzup all my peeps... Magical Kawanza Pimp back again with a special holiday deal... Celebrate Kawanza this year and get a free underage asian hooker.
five dolla sucky-sucky me love you long time
And if THAT isn't good enough, we'll send you your very own jaded 50's beatnik poet.
I hate you, I hate god, and this coffee is awful.
And if that's not enough, we'll send a well hung steely robot to your house to sodomize you until you DO celebrate Kawanza... Bitches.
We've replaced sparky's morning coffee with a Morphine... let's see if he notices!
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Morphine... It's better than Folgers!(Morphine has been proven to cause nausea, death, dyslexia, constipation, homosexuality, heterosexuality, and back acne in lab rats and Viet Nam vetrans)
Recognize skank ho, Kwanza in the mother fuckin' hizouse!
But I don't believe in Kwanza Silky
Then Silky doesn't believe in you. Eat hot 45 slug trick!
Stripcreator splat prop, when you absolutely positively have to insuate you killed every underage asian hooker in the room. Accept no substitute. You bitches.
He's a giant angry red robot with an anal love obsession from the mean streets of L.A.
RAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!
He's a saucy art critic with a penchant for beatnik poetry from the classiest parts of New York.
It speaks to me of pain... sorrow... darkness... and a hint of moral ambiguity coupled with a struugle against a dark addiction... It BURNS with genius!
I'm just a bench the art exhibit is inside.
TOGETHER... THEY FIGHT CRIME!!!!!!!
It's obvious to me the killer had no idea how to juxtapse the blood in conrast to the concrete. The splatters are wild and erratic, not primal, not even full of passion. He must be stopped.
Well, thanks for joining us today, and learning about the beauty of Crack!
Damn fine shit, I'll tell you that much. You bitches.
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Crack. Supermodels will love you. Your dick will get bigger. You'll never grow old. You'll be rich. Gold will drip from your fingers like spring rain. Jesus will love you even more.
And if that shit doesn't happen you'll be too damn strung out to sue us.