Masai Warriors and their delcaration that marathons are easy because there are no lions: AWESOME!

Have you ever thought, "Man I am lame." Oh, you haven't? Well how about you read "The Journal of A Masai Warrior Running The London Marathon." LINK TO ARTICLE SO AWESOME I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE. There. Now do you feel like a chubby fruitcake?

Apparently a group of Masai warriors ran the marathon to raise money for a clean water program, well that and to make you feel like the roley poley, worthless, non-lion killing fairy that you are.

"I miss meat and blood very much. Not vegetables because they are food for a woman. There is milk here but blood is better because it gives energy. English tea with sugar is good and we tried Coco Pops, but the nicest food is croissants." - Isaya

Alright so it's not the most manly thing to eat croissants but my argument stands; this dude is tougher than you. He kills lions!

Juxtapositions: business-like representations of gangsta rap

For those of you who went through high-school like I did; bumping the base and pimpin' your ride (which happened to be a 1984 2-wheel drive Toyota pick-up truck that I hit a tree with dead on and my dad taught me a lesson by making me drive that thing even if I had to keep my foot on the gas ALL THE TIME. Yep, foot on the gas ALL THE TIME to keep it running. Even while slowing for a stop sign. I had to riverdance back and forth from the brake to the gas, brake to the gas and keep the carborator wide open as I prayed the engine wouldn't just stop or explode. Of course, even if it did stop I could just throw it in gear as I silently rolled down the highway and pop the clutch to start it back up again with a firey pop. And lest I forget the radio-antenna; fashioned from a wire coat-hanger... or the wheel that rubbed up something aweful against the bumper every time I turned left... squealing and squeeking as I pimped along... those were the days. Bumping the base and pimping my ride).

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Without "capital s-n-double-o-p d-o-double-g-y d-o-g ya see" and my main man Doctor D are E, bumping and pimpin' wouldn't have been anything more than hoping that truck would get me home from school every day. So here's to my boys and the raps they rapped. They made me feel like a gangsta, yo!

Ite?

I'm telling you that if you ever have to make a thousand graphs and charts that demonstrate cost/benefit analytics for public municipalities and the health care dillema you are going to get bored. So I suggest you throw in a graph or two that demonstrates your favorite rap.

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This just keeps things going and you'll be ready to get back to business.