day late and a dollar short

instead of buying a mattress or some sheets to celebrate the american military's formidable sacrifice, i hung out with commenter collin, who was visiting from ventura country. for whatever reason, we began listening to "feelin' on yo booty," one of r. kelly's greats (and let's face it: aren't they all). then collin reminded me of dave chappelle's "piss on you" and the "piss on you remix."

i was very late to the chappelle bandwagon. after every frat boy and middle american had laughed themselves silly to "the race draft," "i know black people" and countless other greats, i caught wind of his show. in fact, my first exposure to the chappelle show occurred when i was studying outside at some AA rooftop cafe with c4ts and this girl sitting by herself kept yelling to the street below, "whut??" then inevitably some drunken fool would holler back, "okay!" then c4ts had to explain, at length, the significance of this call-and-response.

anyway, this post isn't some lengthy discourse on the comedy/impact/psychological underpinnings of the chappelle show. that shit is seriously funny. and stands the test of time.