F.U.N.N.Y.

In case any of you readers happen to not click on the comments.. I thought this deserved an entry of it's very own. It's a poem honoring Jamaica..

I laughed so hard as I was reading it to Benine I was crying and I couldn't read the words anymore.. Thanks Heather, you never fail to entertain.

A Poem by Heather Oliver:

Lucky you. I will make a rhymn to honor this.

Booze be flowin from the rat a tap tap,
I thought it could use a badass rap.
Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabe's,
Smokin green, in the sea, booze makes a nigga pee.
My homies may be jealous see,
but that's aiiight cuz they can't touch me...

(Take it to the chorus)

Jamaica mon
oooooooh Jamaaaaiiiica
We be living the easy life
feelin no pain or janky strife....
Jamaaaaica

So like I be sayin lets get some crunk
I'm going to a wedding but I'm gonna be drunk
Liquor from the taps, Alize from the bottle,
Niggas be steppin, I'll be lookin for a throttle

(Take it to the bridge)

Heaven flows from the taaaaaaaps
This wigga's got mad raaaaaaaps

So the moral of the story is
women lose your pants
Drink the joose from the tap, but warning...
Those things in your pubes aint ants....

OH SNAP.

Peace.