Yo…it’s about that time…to break forth…with the rhythm and the rhyme
"Abs are the new boobs. Boobs were the new ass."
–J. Co
I spent a fabulicious Friday with J. Co over drinks in Union Square, then shootin’ the shiz-nat back at my crib. It was good times, noodle salad had by all, and bitch, you left your sunglasses at my house, by the way. 
On her second night in Casa Fiesta, my new roomie Nia came home drunk as a (cute) skunk, and accidentally stumbled into my room circa 2:00 am before realizing it was the wrong one. I thought to myself, we’re the perfect match.
When people describe a song or movie as, "It sounds like [blank] on crack", are we to assume they’ve done crack?
You must clip your toenails regularly lest they push against the front of your shoes causing your feet to become squished inside. This in turn throws off the appropriate weight distribution on the cushions of your feet, leading to a world of pain and problems for your muscles, joints, and bones. At least, I think so.
I’m dying for an omelet.
