Monday, February 27, 2006
Oda ta Ice-T (n shit)
Bloggy amigo Melancholic ran this blog through Gizoogle, the jive generator! Hoo hoo!
is yo taxonizzles nomenclatizzle an endothermic quadruped carnivizzles by nature?
Yo visual, olfactory n auditory senses contribute ta yo hunt'n skills, n natural defenses.
I find me intrigued by yo subvocal oscillations, a singular develizzle of cat communicizzles
that obviates yo basic hedonizzles predilizzle fo` a rhythmic straight trippin' of yo fiznur, ta demonstrate affection n shit.
A tail is quite essential fo` yo acrobatic talents; you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And W-H-to-tha-izzen not being utilized ta aide in locomizzle it often serves ta illustrate tha state of yo emotion.
tha complex levels of behaviour you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array dogg.
And though you is not sentient, Ice-T, n do not comprehend, I nonethizzles brotha you a true n valued nigga .
(Friznom a "Star T-R-to-tha-izzek: Next Gen," wherein Dizzy nigga a poetry read'n and, as his NINTH poem [when tha crew were all struggl'n ta kizzle awake], Dizzy noted that Keats n drug deala were in tha habit of writ'n "odes" ta thugz important ta tizzle. In that spirit, Data wrote n read aloud an ode ta his ciznat, "Spot." Dizzy rocks yeah yeah baby. Ice-T rules.)