Here's what I thought back in January: It's About. Damn. Time.
Here's what I'm thinking today: How long can we be expected to wait?
For far too long, rap and hip-hop have been monopolized by tough young african-americans who grew up in the forgotten streets and alleyways of inner-city America. Well, those greedy bastards are about to get their due, 'cause here comes a new breed of rapper: white. rich. middle-aged. I'm not sure what exactly he'll be rapping about, but please god let it be about Roadhouse. Although the only thing I can think of to rhyme with Roadhouse is Choadhouse. And I don't think that's good. Unless, you know, you like choads.
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