Newsgroups: alt.butt.harp
Subject: RICHH:  KAREN--DREAMS OF PROMS #1
Message-ID: <1992May12.011916.29465@tigger.jvnc.net>
From: richh@tigger.jvnc.net (RICHH)
Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 01:19:16 GMT
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"Mom, Dad, I want you to meet my date for the prom: Flavor Flav."
     Flav slid his sunglasses up until they were just over his
forehead and smiled.
     Karen's mom fainted immediately.
     Karen's father extended his hand.
     "Yeah, boyeeeeeeeeeeee," said Flav, bending his knees inward
until they touched and touching the heel of his left hand behind
his back to his left shoulderblade and extending his right hand
straight into the air, "Apocalypse '91 and Public Enemy is
bumrushing that old recipe." Then, he rapped:   
     "It's Flavor Flav on the microphone,
     I'm on your daughter like a dog on a bone.
     I'll devastate her sphincter muscle,
     And I got better rhymes than, than,....help me on this one,
Doll..."
     Karen and Flav said, in unison, "than Nipsey Russel," then
exchanged high fives.  "Yeah, boyeeeeeeeeeeeee."
     Karen's dad then joined his wife on the floor as Flav led
Karen into the back of his limo.
 
RICHH