Sitty McSitterson considered standing up, but was compelled not to do so, in the very same way Sneaky Sneakovsky will never step out of the shadows. This was the way in Adjective Followed by The Adjective Again With An Ethnic Twist Town, as sure as County O’Count is counting things.
We all know this, but I’m going to say it anyway, Kanye West is the Sarah Palin of hip hop. And now, a mash up.
The words penetrated a stressful hour of silence, which felt like a fortnight. This is how time elapses in the penitentiary.
Every so often an expression comes along that is so stupid, you begin to hate anyone who uses it. And of course, because it’s such a damn catchphrase, you eventually use it yourself, and nothing good ever happens when you hate yourself. Here’s a recap of trite truisms: It is what it is. Life’s a bitch and then you die. Life’s a bitch and then you marry her. YOLO. Don’t worry, be happy. Life’s a beach. Life’s a beach and then you marry her. Shit happens. It’s like rain on your wedding day. Today, it is the nothingburger.