
Anyway, I thought you should see what I was up to last week:
I got my Kanye West on.
For a skit I wrote for church about Kanye putting himself above, well, everybody else, I donned my shutter shades, pimp chain and cardigan. The script involved Kanye crashing an awards ceremony because he's upset he didn't win (like that would ever happen)...
Here's the rap I performed in front of frightened church-goers:
(To the tune of "Baby Got Back")
I like myself and I cannot lie
You other brothas can't deny
When West walks in with diamonds on his waist
And a mic up in your face
You back up.
Wanna call my bluff?
Cause you know that West's the stuff.
So ladies, ladies,
Wanna know why people love me?
Then turn around
Walk it out
Even George Dubya got to shout
Kanye got that.
Even Capricorn had to try on the shutter shades, except she makes them look good:

On to the important stuff. It's awards time again! She's Lump busted out an award o

(drum roll, done to the syncopated beats of Kanye's "Love Lockdown," please)
The first award goes to Ben, of No Ordinary Rollercoaster.
I just can't deny it. After reading all sorts of great stuff on his blog- his dream dates are some of the funniest posts around) I knew I had team up with him one day. But, when we made it a three-day co-blog event, the results were magical thanks to his great humor. I only can hope that one day I have the talent and wit he has. And on top of that, he has a cute wiener.
The second award goes to someone who might be able to match me, episode by episode, at recalling Saved by the Bell, and who is able to amuse me simply by writing about bagels. How could such a person exist? She exists, alright. She's Stealthnerd from Strict Shenaniganist. Like me, she also has theories about America's Next Top Model. It's a good time had by all, if the "all" is blogland and the "good time" is belly laughs.
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A special awards shout-out to Funny Gals. Last time I gave out awards, I complimented you two ladies for being so supportive of each other that you cover for when the other person can't blog, but you were hoping for compliments on your writing style. Let this be my declaration that you put the Funny in Funny Gals, and, as I mentioned before, you're both kick me in the crotch fantastic.