Bobbie took his beats with him. He dragged

Bobbie took his beats with him. He dragged his street machine speaker box down fifth avenue and let it vibrate the shop windows. He wanted everyone to enjoy his good taste in music

shops but most of them had closed since digital music arrived. Bobby played his puny little beats down at the wharf. Greg showed up with hot chick and smired at Bobby. He said,

"Yo, yo, wha's up, dawg? Check dis ho!" said Greg. "Dis hot ho be mine! She puddah smire on my face all da time! Just don touch her hur. Gurl crazy 'bout dat weave." Bobby kept

flicking backwards and forwards through his English-Mandarin dictionary haplessly, but he simply couldn't make head not tail of it. Sshee shoh jyen dzeye nah-lee? He tried, hopefu

l he had asked for the right thing. A little old Chinese man standing nearby turned swiftly & pointed his gnarled finger at him. "Hoshee yow-man! Gobee ling shosha!" It was a curse

, that much was immediately apparent, because as soon as he said that, I began to tap dance & I couldn't stop. The old Chinese man giggled & scurried down the alley, laughing.

"I knew those noodles would work - that skinny bitch needed a good feed to get some energy to move" he thought to himself. The tap dancing was still going on down the street

few days separated them from the disaster. The asteroide was closer and closer. And no-one had Bruce Willis' number - to call him for solving the problem. Well, the things were

getting worse, and the crisis really hit the fan when I snapped off the lace of my shoe. "Dang!" I said. "And I bet with this meteor over head, shoelace prices are skyrocketing!"