"All I want to do is PkEEW!! PkEWW!!" [uses thumbs and forefingers to approximate the firing of a weapon.] "And take your MONEY!"
I stare at him.
He tells me it's Miss Provo's fault. I'm not sure I want to know what he means by that.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
In which the spirit of hip-hop mysteriously morphs into full on Gangsta Rap
scene: the children's museum. Sam has found the sound booth, where you can experiment with sound mixing. He instantly hones in on a beat-box type rap background track. As the beat pulses, he shakes his hips, nods his head, grabs the microphone, frowns, then looks at me and chants (in perfect rap rhythm)
"All I want to do is PkEEW!! PkEWW!!" [uses thumbs and forefingers to approximate the firing of a weapon.] "And take your MONEY!"
I stare at him.
He tells me it's Miss Provo's fault. I'm not sure I want to know what he means by that.
"All I want to do is PkEEW!! PkEWW!!" [uses thumbs and forefingers to approximate the firing of a weapon.] "And take your MONEY!"
I stare at him.
He tells me it's Miss Provo's fault. I'm not sure I want to know what he means by that.
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You know that's a song, right?
maybe a real song that Miss Provo taught him? ah, it comes clearer...
Guilty as charged. Paper Planes by MIA.
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