All the homies out there take note; some of us possess the tendency of sounding like a silly selection of Pongos and Engecos. There we be, clumsily barking, belching, bellowing and blurting our way through this Post-Puritan Paradise. Thank Allah our side won, lest we may have occupied a world in which the (not so) occasional onslaught of ostracized oratory would go unsung. No worries, for the adaptability of this human existence that I am so fond of has turned the contemporary gnar-dog-potty-mouth slang into some sort of a legitimate language.
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