Jul 27, 2006

This one's a cover song...

Former Manager Tedd runs! He also sits, meows, and pants--albeit always in a sleepy manner. To think that former manager Tedd is fully rested is to lower yourself to the ranks of the terrorists!

There has been speculation that Former Manager Tedd has been romantically linked to Puerto Rican rapper Fat Joe. These allegations are TRUE.

Do not attempt to place headphones on Former Manager Tedd. Former Manager Tedd will not become alert; he IS Former Manager Tedd. It is impossible for him to be anything but extremely drowsy. In addition, his velvety ears will become itchy, impeding his ability to get a good night's sleep.

Popular musicians tend to comment that Former Manager Tedd looks dead. This is FALSE. Former Manager Tedd sleeps incredibly peacefully-- on his back, tounge hanging out. At times, this may covey the appearance of death. Do not be alarmed. Play the damn set like you rehearsed it.

Of course Former Manager Tedd can see trees! What the fuck is wrong with you?

Former Manager Tedd thought L.A. was actually a nice place, but he wishes he had a car while visiting there.

Nytol will help you get yr Z's. Former Manager Tedd will help you get a reservation at that snobby mexican restaurant.

I don't care what your nephew thinks. Former Manager Tedd being shot out of a cannon WOULD be quite amusing.

Look, officer, ypu've got it all wrong. First off, this is an extremely fatigued former manager. He couldn't have carjacked anyone He's been carjacked by sleep every single minute of his goddamned life! And besides, those managerial fingerprints look pretty wide-awake to me, you autocratic bastard!

You are not alone. Former Manager Tedd also wonders why they are called "dreadlocks."

Do you have a newborn son or dughter? Chances are, Former Manager Tedd is currently curled up in a ball, hovering over your child in midair.

Former Manager Tedd: Bishop to D4. Your move, Kasparov.



Note: this post is ripped, word for damn word, from Paul Ravi Nair's American Sleepy Cat circa that early 2000s. Good Journey.

1 comment:

TID Staff said...

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ay get it right 2 step, and let ya gumdrop lean
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now im finna gumdrop lean in dis bitch.
Nigga buck! cost me 15 in dis bitch,
this Grand Hustle team, n kings is gettin rich.
I lean n get lit, Lima bean six,
I take breath, the opposite of primotine mist.
I ride 26, n let my 9 screens flip.
Trunk be watchin opem, mag 9, n beam clip.
Triple black phantom, nigga naw it aint TIP.
With Lucky Charm diamonds man,but naw it aint Flip.
Cant bounce, ok then ill let my gumdrop lean,
and ill bet my car talk, and i bet my motor clean.
Suicide doors, brown rose, but look like coco to me.
Errbody know me in the club, cuz they smoke wit me.
Dro, hold scope wit me, ice come from dope re-ton
Hardly carat, have em froze for a eon,
Red, black, n white chevy, now im ridin Deion,
Put dem lights up in my rims, now im ridin neon.
Our cars look like crayon, hold no on demand tho'.
I can gumdrop lean, i dono how to dance do'.

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n let ya gumdrop lean (let cha gumdrop lean, jus let ya gumdrop lean)
ay get it right 2 step, and let ya gumdrop lean
(let ya gumdrop lean, jus let ya gumdrop lean)
Let me see ya bounce right to left
n let ya gumdrop lean (let cha gumdrop lean, ay letcha gumdrop lean)
ay get it right 2 step, and let ya gumdrop lean
(jus let ya gumdrop lean, let ya gumdrop lean)

First I let my wheels spin, den i let my screens fall.
Den I let my trunk beat, the green ridin em all tall.
Then I pimp a hoe, take a bitch to burn it.
Bitch break niggas, after that we fuck dey girlfriends.
My gurl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind.
Niggas is a child, n dey boy, so i got they girl in.
Bourbon, cock n hammer, arm n hammer, propaganda.
Bitches think im pimpin n leanin in salamanda silence.
Durty south hawks in Atlanta, show niggas witout em,
We ride phantoms, hardly shoutin fo grammer.
Yup, now i be I AM GOING TO SUE YOU on tv, BET our channel,
Hood nigga from Bankhead, i stay wit my grandma nana.
I lay by my banana, dumpin at punky monkeys.
Dont nobody live wit my mom but a buncha junkies.
Donut donkey, bitch i ride glazed on a haze,
gator green chevy, gator gut, alligator chaain.

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n let ya gumdrop lean (let cha gumdrop lean, jus let ya gumdrop lean)
ay get it right 2 step, and let ya gumdrop lean
(let ya gumdrop lean, jus let ya gumdrop lean)
Let me see ya bounce right to left
n let ya gumdrop lean (let cha gumdrop lean, ay letcha gumdrop lean)
ay get it right 2 step, and let ya gumdrop lean
(jus let ya gumdrop lean, let ya gumdrop lean)