Nevermind

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I was at the barbershop when I saw Brandy looking extra geeked to be invited somewhere to talk about music in 2008. I was planning to write more about this, but just when I thought to start blogging, I started choking. You know how on TV you see a character by themselves eating and then all of a sudden they start gasping for air because their greedy ass couldn’t wait to chew? That was me a little while ago.

Maybe she has a sensor, because for a minute it felt Brandy was driving right up and down the back of my throat, so I’ll be damned if I make any cracks about her.

I think I’m going to settle down and chill. I got nothing for ya’ll until Monday.

But in the meantime, Keith is breathing, so maybe you ought to give his blog a look. If you like my sense of humor, you should love his.

For shit talking from people not choking on Tostitos multi-grain chips (they are so good so long as they don’t slice your throat open), click here.

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