I didn't know she would go to such great lengths to stay hip.
A: Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them.
The Yeastie Boys
It's a waist product.
He was a real rapscallion.
On the wiki-wiki-wiki.
Surgeon: Yeah sure. Knock yourself out.
Bubble rap
You go from hip-hopping, to hip popping.
It's just a waist of time
I tell them that I did it for the culture.
Sorry, wrong scrub.
It’s a Hip Hopera.
Angsta Rap
Waka Flocka Seagulls.
It was a bum rap.
I need my hip to be square.
“Pop.” Goes the weasel.
A rapscallion
Apparently its because her hips don’t lie
An anglelord
it was called Run DMZ.
I didn’t know your mixtape came out yet!
She says, "Why cause you're not cool enough?"
I died
Because they've seized the memes of production
Needless to say he was pretty cool.
They all attacked him, but he went straight for the Juggalo.
Bubble rap.
The world will be more hip and hopeful.
It was a brisk Saturday morning when Gerald arrived at “The Café,” a hip coffee shop right down the street. Wearing his large, burly black coat, he stared hesitantly at his watch. Thick glasses adorned his bright blue eyes, his gaze like starlight in a clear night sky. He was waiting, intently twiddling his thumbs. After a buzz of his phone, the message from Dad popped up: “Parking now, be there in 5.”
“Dad,” he whispered under his breath, swiping the message away to once again reveal the image on his lock-screen: a hazy picture of an ultrasound.
Gerald had not spoken to his father for three years. They had had a falling out, over which he did not remember. To him it was a competition of who could wait the longest without calling or sending a text. Who could wait the longest: him without a father, or his father without a son? The idea of friction in the relationship hurt like a thorn; piercing his soul more and more everyday. Until recently, out of the blue, “Dad” popped up on his phone. The rest is history. The rest leads to that Saturday morning, at The Café.
Bang! A car door rang out not too far from where Gerald stood. Gerald saw him. His father wore his tweed jacket like a coat of armor. His strut was now weaker than before they stopped talking; a weakness evident in his cane which supported every right step. His shortly trimmed white beard juxtaposed against his uncut, curly grey hair gave him the image of a wise wizard from a fairytale. He used to be that figure to Gerald, yet instead of a nice ancient being acting like a stone to keep him grounded, Gerald had felt as though his father was a rock pulling him deeper and deeper into a sea of monotony. Holding him back from his true potential. Maybe that was why he left? He still did not know.
“Hello, son,” came the withered voice Gerald had sook for so long, yet now that it had arrived wanted to avoid. “I can’t believe it’s been so long!”
“Yeah,” said Gerald, allowing a smile to grace his face. “Too long!”
Then they hugged, signifying a change in their relationship. Gerald had hoped something could happen to bring them closer together. He did not want to go on wondering what could have been. The regret and sadness weighed him down. Before starting a new family, Gerald wanted to be reacquainted with his own.
After finding their table and sitting down, the two began to discuss life. It was like old friends catching up after a long break. Although it took some time, Gerald began to warm u
... keep reading on reddit ➡"You need to exercise more. Have you tried dancing? Maybe you should join a club", the doctor says.
The man, unsure if more movement would really solve the problem, replies: "I don't know Doc, I think I want a second opinion on that."
"In that case, I'd suggest you to see a dentist", comes the answer.
"But Doc, why would I go to the dentist with my hip problem?"
To this, the doctor says: "It hurts because you don't floss."
Now he Mississippi
A rapscallion.
