Monday, July 10, 2006


And she said please keep on goin
I said my leg is about to crack"

I have tasted the lips of god. HOLY SH-oop-T. I'm not stoned. I'm not drunk. I got nuthin' in my system, but I am trippin' my face off.

I have now seen Chapters 1–12 of R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet.

This is perhaps the single greatest thing I have seen all year.

We will have a party, and we will do nothing but watch Trapped in the Closet. And then we will watch the commentary. And then we'll watch it again. And again. And again. And f-oop-ckin' again. And I won't even have to pull out my barretta — I won't have to pull out my barretta — no won't have to pull out my barretta —just to make you staaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy...

I bow my head to the man's superior genious.


Blogger Askinstoo said...

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9:30 AM  
Blogger Marcos Perez said...

i put it on my netflix. u make your own account yet?

11:11 AM  
Blogger Justin J. Fox said...

I haven't. But you can borrow it, because I f-oop-ckin' OWN it. Or we can all get together and watch it one time.

11:52 AM  
Blogger Marcos Perez said...

sounds good.
we can do that thursday instead of lamer and barrow if u wish, of course it'll be to kennys dismay.


1:20 PM  
Blogger Justin J. Fox said...

To his disJuly!

We should get good and blotto for it. He would see the whole thing as pure genious if he didn't intrinsically hate Kells.

Seriously. It might make Pootie Tang look like Dootie Tang.

1:38 PM  

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