Every album that ever sucked is implanted in a chip inside Elisha Cuthberts wrists...they jingle when she takes a tinkle.

Recently I uncovered the script of Judas. That shit was tight. He talked about Lil'Jon the Baptist being the Don of Judaic operations and Missy Mariot being the badass hoe I always thought she was. Judas was gunned down in the Blood Field Territory while the Roman Clique had a field day with homey Hey-Zues on the Cross. 2-pac fled the scene with Suge Knight and Fitty got shot again. Of course he survived the past mellenia. That's why his albums will be eternal and nothing will stand in the Geh Geh Geh Geh Geh Geh G-Sus' way.
In other unrelated material I sent in a couple of dudes into what should be a confined haz-mat area of an apartment. They scolded me and poured hot butter between my buttcheeks and had African wild boars tickle my craw hairs until I gave up the secret location for CTU to infiltrate. I went down with honor because before the interrogation I played a mean hand of Texas Hold'em. I got fourteen aces to win the mortgage on Daniel Radcliffe's house. Plus his kiddy porn collection unmatched by that of Johnny Carsons.