Morning has broken...

so it's a new week... same ol' same ol'...exited the club lasnite feelin all good an ting...took a taxi home singin all the way...slo wine fro me...totally off-key of course...jump outta de cab...slam de door...forgot to move my thumb outta de way...need i say more?

Recovery

Ah yes...nu'n like rice to restore de energy. Paid $400.00 fuh a box o' cook-up. Two piece o'chicken. i aint mean a breas' an a thigh. not even a wing. is two li'l piece like neck. channa cook-up. from la belle. i aint buyin from dem no mo. but i feelin good now. still a bit dizzy wen i get up too fas' but i tekin it slo'...i aint rushin nu'n today...i goin an call me bredren an we gon get two guinness an we gon sip an chat...slowly...have three parties tonite...thats a lotta licka...but i gon wuk pon it...slowly...ol ppl seh fancy gyallup nah win race...so i gone an do me ting...lata

The aftermath

Aint gat nu'n to do wit slim shady. i talkin bout de after club...u kno...too little blood in de alcohol stream...yeah u know wat i'm talkin bout...u remember de girl who was dancin in de corner wit her thong roun she wais' an she skirt roun she @#? arite then...u remember wat u do after u dance wit she? if u cant then u know wat i mean bout de aftermath. the wrath of hops. left the club after four a.m an need to be at wuk fe five...thats a g/t party man...all wais' an lil brain...but i doin dis fuh a wile now...i cyaan sleep wen de nite com...me mooma use to seh like me tief from de dead. lol. god res she soul. anyways...now me gat a whole day to siddown behin a desk an concentrate. good ting is not accountin. deh mighta charge me fuh misappro...wateva de big word is...i gon lock me office...cock up me foot... an bus' a five.

lata.