Tuesday, April 24, 2007

My favorite song "Curbside Prophet"


I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket and
I’m waiting for my rocket to come
I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket and
I’m waiting for my rocket, ya'll
y’see it started way back in nyc
when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c.
at a west end avenue at 63
the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96
with a guitar picked up in the mix
i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
well look at me now
look at me now look at me now, now, now, now
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
well you’re never gonna guess
where i’ve been been been
and i have no regrets
that i bet my whole checking account
because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
well you can only count on the road again
we’ll soon be on the radio dial
and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style
like a band of gypsies on the highway while
i’m one man pushin’ on the california skyline drive
up the coast I brag and I boast
i ’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost
raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
put my cruise control's on coast
cuz i'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation see
I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
i say, "i like your style, crazy pound pup!
you need a ride? [*woof*]
well come on, girl, hop in the truck!"
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come
i'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket and
i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover
with my guitar here
i'm ready to play
and i'm s a sucker for a filly got a natural ability
I'm geared to freestyle look at my flexibility
dangerous at the mike my ghetto hat's cocked right
the ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy"
the backstage betties taking more than they can get
they say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?"
hey, hey, something's different in my world today
well they changed my traffic sign
to a brighter yellow
hey, hey, something's different in my world today
they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
i'm just a curbside prophet
curbside prophet now
curbside prophet now
curbside come on, now
curbside prohet
waiting for my rocket to come...

Top Ten Things You Don't Want To Hear During Surgery

1 Don't worry. I think it is sharp enough.

2 Nurse, did this patient sign the organs donation card?

3 Damn! Page 84 of the manual is missing!

4 Everybody stand back! I lost a contact lens!

5 Hand me that...uh... that uh.....thingie

6 Better save that. We'll need it for the autopsy.

7 "Accept this sacrifice, O Great Lord of Darkness"

8 Whoa, wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that?

9 "Ya know, there's big money in kidneys. Hell, he's got two of 'em

10 What do you mean "You want a divorce?"


I experienced in surgery; it's terrible.... :(

Funny Poem

She Was Looking...
Thirty feet away,
I see a beauty.
As each time I look up,
She is looking at me.
On her lips,
A sweet smile.
Making meGaze at her eyesFor awhile.
The girl,
With a black outfit,
Her smile is so naiveMaking me stay here,
And never leave.
Seeing her brown hair,
My heart wants to beClose to her,
And wants toAll night long stay here.
As every timeShe smiles,
I do want to go near.
But,What can I do,
I am afraid,
Her boyfriend is there.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Family Problems

Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.
The Indian man said to the American, "You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once." We call this arranged marriage.

I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love... I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."

The American said, Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.

I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.

Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.

More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson.

Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.

And you say you have family problems..

Gimme a break !!

Has... :))