In which I phone it in...
Didn't watch the Golden Globes last night, but I'm glad that Slumdog Millionaire won. Go see that movie. It's good and stuff...
I guess what we have today is what you could call a precursor to Dancehall, some early Reggae/Dub toasting from the excellently named Tapper Zukie. You know, the more I think about it, the more I can see that name being a little raunchy. Think about it.
And... that's it. That's the joke... the tune's better...
Actually I think I will blame today's substandard comedy on the fact that I'm seething with bile over Andre Dawson once again not getting voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame. It's a travesty... and as good an excuse as any...
I guess what we have today is what you could call a precursor to Dancehall, some early Reggae/Dub toasting from the excellently named Tapper Zukie. You know, the more I think about it, the more I can see that name being a little raunchy. Think about it.
"Hey, that girl's cute."
"Yeah, man, I'd like to Tapper Zukie!"
And... that's it. That's the joke... the tune's better...
Actually I think I will blame today's substandard comedy on the fact that I'm seething with bile over Andre Dawson once again not getting voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame. It's a travesty... and as good an excuse as any...
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