Early Morning Rapstar!

This morning’s way #11232123 to make The Girl roll her eyes and threaten to leave me (oh gee!) if I ever took up rapping professionally. Harumph. I thought I was pretty good for off the cuff!

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Yo! Yo! Yo! M C Donald is in da house
Rappin up a storm, scarin da mouse!

Get yo shoes on, an’ grab yo stuff
Cuz ya know yas learnin ain’t up to snuff!

Quit wid’da eye rollin, n shakin ya head!
go on, geddout, so I can g’back t’ bed!

Word.

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The Girl. She is mortified. Though, it may have been that the crotch grab and pose at the end was a bit over the top ….

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In other news – I’m DREAMING about INSURANCE. It’s horrible. I chased some poor fellow all over dreamland screaming “NO! NO! NOT WL, UL or VL! THIS ONE! YOU WILL BUY THIS ONE AND I’ll SHOW YOU WHY if you JUST QUIT RUNNING AND MY GOD WHY ARE YOU RUNNING UP STAIRS?!? THIS WILL NOT STOP ME! I AM IN DREAMLAND WHERE FAT DOESN’T MATTER!!!!”

Fear me.

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Back to the rapping – way to bring me down, Pup! Always bein crushed by da man, er, pup I am!

“don’t make me rap again!”
“Momma. I heard your rap. I was awake ya know.”
“Word. It was pretty tight, yo!”
“Momma. (Insert eye roll here) I can rap better then that.”
“….fine then, toss me a rhyme, pupster!”
“I’ve rapped to Ladybug, while I was telling her a story. It was awesome. I’m very good.”
“…fine then – show me yo stuff!”
“No.”
“What, you too good to toss a few rhymes with yo momma?”
“Yes.”

Harumph. Everyone’s a critic!