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Monday Night’s Dinner

June 30, 2010 — 0

Two things happened at dinner Monday night at Blue Ribbon. 1) The theme of our dinner was "Exploit"... Not the pejorative definition, the other one. And it featured an inspiring table of people who run platforms that empower young people to do amazing shit: The National Endowment For The Arts, TED Conference For Youth, Behance.net, Red Head Consulting, Pepsi Refresh Project, Best Film On Campus, Rate My Professors, FreedomZone, VIMBY and more. 2) Our waiter is a rapper named Zach G, and his website is: here. Also, on our waiter's website, I just finally found the lyrics to this Eminem song: I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down anyone that goes up must go down might as well go for the gusto now better not let up better not let them breathe last shot give it all you got (wanna turn me down) bitch cant fuck with a volume knob fuck all you snobs hoes i hope all you rot 2 bottles of lubriderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought and you want a menage a trois you twats fuck that I’d rather turn this club to a bar room brawl get rowdy as (ralphy’s burger) in a bathroom stall like a leaf stuck in a vacuum yall aint nothin but a lot of suckin goin on in rap yeah but I’m home dad took a bomb back on his own let him alone you dont wanna go eggin him on it’ll never be my chair that you on crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen other words theres no heir to the throne when I die so does hip hop hitchcock coulda shit bitch ass dot got a ziploc that’ll bag you fags aint been able to fade me since kid rock had a hight top keep bloggin while I mind boggle and I zone like I’m in the twilight talkin off my poem this is my mic talk on it I like hoggin flow so wet imma take this beat tobogganing Im waterloggin it Im soggin it pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it suplexin it on cement like I’m on some straight outta compton shit Take this dick and chomp on it I’m so bad I could bitch slap a backhanded compliment jackass eat a donkey dick the game I just about conquered it like donkey kong I’m bonkers bitch I’m the king of this honkey shit I reign supreme in this honkey shit no sense screamin and arguin makes no difference whether a benz a bentley or a beamer’s the car you in you think you ball well I palm it I throw bars when I vomit boy I throw down in the kitchen might hit your mom with my omelette but you got egg on your face now watch me drop an atomic I should be strapped tot he chest of a kamikaze bitch I’m as bastard as ozzie it’s obvious you can tell right off the bat no pun intended but come any closer I’ll bite off your head trying to give me the finger is kinda like givin a spider the web Im just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage I catch a fly in that bitch you think you fly you just food I give as much of a flying fuck as that superman dude yes I just do what you cant do and make you look stupid and bamboozled confused as usual and you can get ripped sick and open a can too but you better hope you can handle the heat or stay the fuck outta hell’s kitchen i came to cock block like a square fuckin male chicken its shady slut the rest can suck on it big wood cause I’m as despicable as daffy duck when I’m spittin

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