This just in:
"My therapeutic rapstyle's got all you niggaz buggin'!"
-Yours truly, SG, aka MC Tek Savi
In other news, I had way too much fun trying desperately to sell an individually-wrapped pickle to people at work the other night (we actually do sell those, I'm not making that up). According to me, the 99 cent "Hearty Dill":
-Cures stab wounds, drowning, boot rot, fatigue, and death
-Is an effective projectile weapon against anyone you don't like
-Can survive the coming nuclear holocaust ("It'll only be this, or Twinkies...And you're going to get tired of Twinkies...")
-Is effective in repelling vampires-- zombies don't like it either
-Was originally created in the 1800's and sealed away in a millennium vault, awaiting a day-- this very day, for someone, for YOU to consume it. For the fate of the world shall hang in the balance.
-Is from outer space and the future
-Will preserve your corpse perfectly, no need for a taxidermist, ever.
-Has its own cult
-Is named Fiona, and is very sad and lonely
-Can survive in space for consumption in orbit
-Was created by aliens
-Will still be around, perfectly preserved long after we're dead, standing in a barren and dessicated world....alone, and uneaten.
-Makes a great gift! For someone you like, OR, for someone you hate!
This might have been horridly lewd innuendo had I not, in fact, been attempting to sell an actual individually-wrapped pickle.
"Hey! You ladies look hungry! (they were buying lots of candy) Would you like to buy my individually wrapped pickle here for only 99 cents?!"
No one bought it, but it was fun making people laugh, or just run away thinking I'm crazy.