All of my favorite radio stations are playing the same stupid rap music, if you can call it music. Who exactly listens to that junk? “Andele andele mami e.i e.i. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! what’s poppin tonight?” I’m sorry, but that’s just plain stupid.
Mr. Data, please set a course for the IMHO system…
Engage.
-Rav
okay… 
A rather poor excuse for a rant, but I think the Pit.
bibliophage
moderator, GQ
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! not… THE PIT!!!
That’s Nelly, jackass. And you should see the way the honnies bounce when I drop that shit. Your just afraid of the flava. But when you see two model type chics grinding on each other and then they come up and tell you how dope you are for droppin’ the big beats, well that’s just golden. Guess you’ll never find that out though.
Hater.
DaLovin’ Dj
idiot…
Don’t you two have homework or something?
Hey, you wouldn’t happen to be Mike from Big Brother 2, would you? Just askin’.
Peace out to your mutha?
Nah. Cats like myself are refered to as “Playa”. Dig? Be careful, everyone only has a limited supply of cool, and your in danger of blowing all yours.
Dalovin’Dj
No.
It’s time to let you in on one of the more unfortunate realities of life. You might want to be sitting down.
The overwhelming majority of the music that gets played on commercial radio is shit.
However, anything that can get a man props from a couple of fine, mutually affectionate ladies is OK in my book.
Are you sure you’re in the right decade?
thank you Doc. that’s what I’m sayin!
So tell me Fonzie, are you tring to collect the sun’s energy when you wear your visor upside-down and backwards so you can store it up in those big ass pants?
DMonkey
yo deskmonkey, them kicks you talkin about for fronters and freaks. I got the juice in the digs department.
peace. it’s friday. bernie worell (from parliament funkadelic) is playing at tobacco road, and I gotta be gettin’ a buzz one. 5000.
DaLovin’Dj
Good god.
Actually, if there is one, he isn’t.
Anyway, suffice to say I don’t listen to any radio at all. I stay at home and listen to pretentiously-lyricked Canadian bands that nobody in Mississippi has ever heard of, and obscure alt.country artists that can’t be found in stores. I blast the latter (especially Hank Williams III) at top volume to drown out the stereo next door, which is constantly blaring hip-hop.
It’s ok, dj. Some folks are humor-impaired.
And some are just not funny.
Ah, you clearly haven’t read any of daalovindeejay’s GD threads. Now that’s comedy.