Yet Another One Of Us has gradumated college. Congrats Grand Masta Caspa on clawing your way over the passed-out bodies of all those young lady club-goers, strippers, and all-around hoes that are attracted to you and grabbing that diploma with both hands.
Your final semester sounds a lot like mine: African Storyteller, Wanking 101, Communication 102, Clap for Credit. Its a time honored tradition to work hard until you’re one semester away from freedom, and then take a bunch of dumb freshman classes so you can go out to lunch at Wando’s with Casperson every day for lunch. Mmm, turkey dinner. Reward yourself with a turkey dinner at Wando’s today, GMC. It’s well-deserved.
Soon you’ll be moving out to California, where the “What Car Do You Drive?” mentality rules all.
Pros: warm weather the majority of the year, pretty good hip-hop radio stations, lots of money to be made
Cons: most people are so dumb that you want to cock punch them or so nerdy that you want to grind their face on a chain-link fence, traffic jams, It’s Not Madison
For the most part you’ve been here and seen it, but I caution you that it ain’t all Agenda dance clubs and Iguana’s burritos. It takes a strong will to see the shit you see and not want to start shooting everyone in sight. Keep it player, and rep Wisco til ya die.
Congrats again, dawg.
ps– If I find out you failed your finals I will summarily delete this blog post.