cutting edge
Driving to work. The radio is playing. As can only happen in the ear-bleeding wasteland that is Halifax radio, Marky Mark started playing. I shook my head in desperation.
Me: Damn. Ossssscar-nominee, Marky Mark. Wow. Did you ever think you’d say that? “Oscar-nominee, Marky Mark”? Or “Oscar winner, Eminem”? Or “Oscar winners, Three…”
[Pause.]
Me: Damn. What’s their name?
My Lovely Wife: Who?
Me: You know… “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp”. Three… something Mafia.
My Lovely Wife: Three… Four Mafia? Three… Twenty-Two Mafia?
Me: Three… Alligator Mafia…?
My Lovely Wife: Oh! Three 6 Mafia!
Me: Yes! That’s it!
[Pause.]
Me: Yeah. We’re hip.
February 27th, 2007 at 12:40 pm
I have never heard of Three 6 Mafia… and the only reason I know the line “Damn it’s hard out here for a pimp” is because Michael Bolton is playing that in his car on the way to work in “Office Space”. Love that movie.
February 27th, 2007 at 8:21 pm
you’re pretty fly for a white guy…
February 28th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
Play that funky music, white boy.
March 2nd, 2007 at 11:45 am
I’m doing the bite-your-lower-lip punching-the-air coolest-dance-in-the-world dance. C’mon, white guys! You know it!