To appease the whiner and celebrate the good news he has shared, I'm going to write up my first day at WMC '05 in Ghostface-ese. Patrick, you're up next!

TUES 3/22

Breakadawn, iron bird... Wentworth with the stage coach! Pitstop at the garrison. Scoping dermis on SoBe. Time to nourish the god body. Posse up! Where the jam at? We housin' god! Slizzy off the fortified slushy. Magnificent and the Ill Nuyorican on chill. Them beckies got Wentworth hemmed. Cipher pregnant, the god got 4 legs and an iron lung. Taste my uprock herb! Sun duckin' the horizon. Where them Insecticons at? Panty man croonin'! Red Bull dynamite. These beats is Cybertron! The god DP would have darts! What's today's math, Geology? Igneous! Quasimoto on the bug-out, Yesterday's New Duet. Feets on Jet Li mode. Troopers disperse. Back to garrison.

Stylus - 6:58 PM
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