I have always loved the man who played Mr. Belvedere. I have always loved sports, athletics; they have been an important part of my life. But music is athletics, a sport more difficult and fascinating than any. I love the smell of a new baseball mitt, the feel of new bat, and the stiffness of a new pair of soccer cleats. I have always loved sports bras just the same. So one time a few weeks ago I was really sick of her complianing so when she said that I was a jerk for throwing food at her I just said ‘Baby, I got these tickets. I’ll see you on the weekend there,’ and that leads into her saying, ‘You don’t care about me, blah blah blah, It looks as though You led me up to the summit shrine in the culmination of a yearlong rite, drugged me and then left me to succumb to exposure” Rock says. “She finally comes up with this: ‘I just had a miscarriage’ … and hangs the phone up.” I said, “Bitch, you can never be a star, I’m the pimp of the nation! I’m Petey Rock Wheatstraw! I just want to cook you a simple meal, but I want to cut into you, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where your flesh becomes my key. I’m the Man Who Rides Alone.”

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