PhillyMag Column Reveals: J-Press’s Interior Monologue Has A Blaccent
Later, I wondered. What if it was Mr. Huge’s career that tanked — he’s a writer, too — and he got a job as, say, a dishwasher? I asked myself: Am I as career-conscious as Rose? To paraphrase the immortal words of the rapper Jay-Z: If Mr. Huge couldn’t get me finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches kill for, would I still roll? If we couldn’t see the sun risin’ off the shore of Thailand, would I ride then, if he wasn’t drivin’? If he wasn’t ah eight-figure nigga by the name of Jigga —
There is something radically wrong with this, and one day, one of you will have a child, and that child will go to Annenberg for four years, and afterwards, will finally explain to us just exactly what that wrong thing is.
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October 23rd, 2006 at 11:09 am
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And I would give it Pressler even if she was a fry cook. Unsaturated trans fats turn me on.
October 23rd, 2006 at 12:50 pm
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