Perhaps my thoughts on the subject can best be summarized by the following rap song lyric:

ha! just kiddin'. I could never say that kind of stuff around her.

-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001

Answers

Me and J-Dub was cruisin' along,
a west coast filly and a man in a thong


our ride was sittin' low, scraping on the ground
we were sittin' deep chillin', bumpin' to the sound


five-o started trailin' us, got right up on our tail
J-Dub had seven warrants didn't wanna go to jail


she looked in the rearview started fearing disaster,
then slapped me in the head, said "can't you go no faster?"


I gave it all I could, was doin' my best
J-Dub thought otherwise and punched me in my chest


hamsta-killa what the called her back up in the hood
a thug-life scientist always up to no good


my chest really hurt and I started to cry
J-Dub had enough and socked me in the eye


She yelled, "Scoot over stupid. Let me behind the wheel."
when she was sliding over me I tried to cop a feel


she got in the driver's seat, her foot slammed down on the gas
she left the coppers in the dust and yelled "Kiss my ass!"


She looked over at me, pitiful mess that I was
I was shakin' like a wet dog that needed some luv


She barked, "Quit your crying, you bikini wearing punk."
Then she parked up on the curb and locked me in the trunk.


The ride home was peaceful, dark tho it was
but I learned don't mess with J-Dub, the hamsta killin' thug.



-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a he don’t stop
rudeboy stalk it to the bang bang boogie say hump hump and boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the J-Dub beat. Word.

-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001

You guys are making me sick. (We're allowed to be mean, right?)

-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001

OK, I have to admit I'm impressed. It almost makes up for your Oprah- watching ways.

-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001

Yeah, I'm kind of impressed. Almost impressed enough to convert to Calvinism or something.

-- Anonymous, May 15, 2001