For the past few weeks I've been fighting the Man. Luckily I've had some backup from my homies and familia. Needless to say, we won.
Now stickin' it to the Man is not the same thing as stickin' it to "Da Man". I'm "Da Man," so that wouldn't be cool. Anyway, it feels so good to fight for my right to party all over his face. Oh,
BTW, this post is all about those scoundrels who tried to take our sweet mula when our car broke down in CC. A special shout-out to Rick Smith for confirming some of our suspicions with those lame-Os.
P.S. We got a refund from them today thanks to my letter writing skills and the killer nunchuck skills from a close friend who will remain nameless.
P.S.S. This is what happens when I post really late at night.
