I read an iHipHop article about Foxy Brown and Ron Browz working together in the studio and my mind immediately lit up.
Can you imagine a reality show with crazy ass Fox Boogie and the auto-tuned one hit wonder Ron Browz?
These two meatballs would try to start a business. An eyebrow threading salon in Harlem called ‘Foxy Browz’. I think they would have to put some African chicks in there to do braiding as well. Of course, they would have a recording studio in the back.
So where do I go to when I have these moments of unmitigated pop culture creativity? TWitter, natch. This is where I like to go to ruminate on issues of the day.
Or whatever shit just pops into my head [ll].
But mostly I just talk my shit. To be perfectly 1000 with y’all, TWitter and the loss of my video camera is the reason this blog fell the fux off.
140 characters (spaces included) >>> 600 word drops
Maybe that isn’t entirely the truth, but TWitter is globalized text message catharsis and trust me that you will want to be on TWitter when the Oscars are awarded. Watching an awards show while logged on to TWitter is like sprinkling your Newport 100 with cocaine. That shit turns into a 1000000millie.
If you tried to follow me on TWitter using the sidebar on this site you would have wound up at my previous TWit ID. I change them joints like my underwear. Okay, I change my drawls more often, but I keep it moving on TWitter. You can find me now @Rant_Sum, but I am already preparing my latest TWit ID – @Google_Blax. I’m saving that shit tho’ for the return of the Blax Headroom show.
Just know that I keep my priorities posted.
