Wednesday, January 18, 2006

da da da dede dum dum... see? it's not the same!

you go right up to rob van winkle and shout out "yo vip! let's kick it! alright STOP collaborate and listen. ice is back with my brand new invention. somethin' grabs a hold of me tightly. flow like a hawk daily and nightly. will it ever stop? yo, i don't know. turn off the lights and glow. to the extreme i rock a mic like a vandal. light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle. DANCE..."
but you don't get a chance to finish your tribute because rob punches you in the face. and doesn't even apologize for it. so as he's walking away you run up and kick him in the kidney because who died and made him king of the world and man that would be a cool job! but you don't get to think about that much longer because he smashes a chair over your head and you black out.
in fact, you end up in a coma for five days.
which sucks.
but after you wake up, you're in the tabloids for the next month and rob gets a bit part in "surreal life 5" because of the whole ordeal.

only in america (and certain parts of europe) could you get 15 minutes of fame and interviewed by conan o'brien for getting hit over the head by vanilla ice.


THE END