was drawing well, but I owe my success to 55 Fiction Friday, who's one hell of a guesser ("a person falling, then there's someone's foot, and a cooling unit... tryptophan!").
I'll leave you all with a cinematic reminder on this day of feasting:
a little indigestion can be a big problem.
RANDY THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Can I get you something?
JIVE MAN IN BLUE SUIT : 'S mofo butter layin' me to the bone. Jackin' me up. Tightly.
RANDY: I'm sorry. I don't understand.
JIVE MAN IN BLACK SUIT: Cutty say he can't hang.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Oh stewardess, I speak jive.
RANDY: Ohh, good.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: He said that he's in great pain, and he wants to know if you can help him.
RANDY: Would you tell him to just relax, and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicine.
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Just hang loose, blood. She gonna catch up on the rebound on de med-cide.
JIVE MAN IN BLUE SUIT: What it is, big mamma? My mamma didn't raise no dummy. I dug her rap!
BARBARA BILLINGSLEY: Cut me some slack, jack! Chump don't wanna no help, chump don't git no help. Jive ass dude done got no brains anyhow!
2 comments:
Sheeeet, man, that honkey mus' be messin' my old lady, got to be runnin' col' upsihd down his head! You Know?
(GOLLY, THAT WHITE FELLOW SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE OR I WILL PUNCH HIM.)
Hey Holm, I can dig it! You know he ain't gonna lay no mo' big rap upon you man!
(YES, HE IS WRONG FOR DOING THAT.)
I say hey sky, s'other say I won say, I pray to J I get the same ol' same ol.
(I KNEW A MAN IN A SIMILAR PREDICAMENT, AND HE ENDED UP BEING SORRY.)
Knock yourself a pro slick. Gray matter back got perform' us' down I take TCBin, man'.
(DON'T BE NAIVE ARTHUR. EACH OF US FACES A CLEAR MORAL CHOICE.)
You know wha' they say: See a broad to get that bodiac, lay'er down an' smack 'em yack 'em!
(EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE, MAKES A MAN HEALTHY, WEALTHY AND WISE.)
(Col' got to be! Yo!)
(HOW TRUE!)
Sheeeeeeet!
(GOLLY!)
Pretty helpful piece of writing, thanks so much for your post.
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