Monday, May 28, 2007

Regular commentatista, Jennifer, has requested that I write a rap song about her husband, who has the stomach flu this Memorial Day weekend. I know I said stop me, if I start doing this again. But she's a regular. So here goes...


It be Memorial Day Monday
And I ain't havin' no fun day
Got nothin' ta do
My man's got da flu

Boyz in the hood out paradin'
Maybe I'll trade in
My mop and my bucket
Stand up and shout " F--k it! "
Build a float and get on it
Get away from this vomit...


I think I'd better stop there. Hope he's feeling better real soon. Don't show him this. His stomach's already churning...

5 comments:

Pedro Lima said...

Congratulation, beauty work !

Terrence said...

Thank you so much, Pedro

Terry said...

I guess we all have our fatal flaws. Mine is I'm a smart aleck. Yours, alas, is that you have a bizarre fascination with rap, which people at the dump (er, transfer station) find just as odd as I do.

I think I'll put on the Allman Brothers now ...

Jennifer said...

u got down wit the retch, dude.

And made me laugh.

Nice work.

Terrence McCarthy said...

Terry. The Allman Brothers!? Sounds like you're a WDRC fan, not a WDMC fan. To each his own musical tastes. And " fatal flaw? " Yes. If I keep cranking this stuff up at the transfer station, someone's gonna chuck me into a dumpster.

And Jennifer. Made my day sayin' ya got a laugh ouda dat.