  I've reached blogging menoapuse. I've lost the touch. I'm getting too old for this shit. I can't keep up anymore.
So I've resorted to begging others for content. Gus chimed in with this little freestyle rap: Yo, I'm thinking up a master plan, so it don't matter if I get a ghetto tan, you people think you know how to rap, but I started this shit so you better go take a nap, up in my grill where I will dish out nothing but nill to those two faced, blue laced, whole tub o tooth paste frauds who stole my entire show, but everyone knows I rose from the low not to write prose so fuck y'all I won't take a fall! Payce! He admits its not amazing but hey, I'm desperate. 
