Big A and i just returned from Texas after retrieving Li'l A. We had ten days to accomplish that mission, so other than the three blissful days we spent eating platesful of my mom's divine food in San Antonio and the one day celebrating Big A's stepmom's 50th at a luau in Jacksonville, NC, we drove ten-plus hours everyday...
I guess that puts us in the 80 m.p.h. range. But please don't tell. It was bad enough that everytime sirens sounded on a hip-hoptastic gangsta track on the stereo, i instinctively freaked and tried to slow our speeds waaaay down.
Anyway, after listening for the 486th time to the same songs we'd originally started off kinda liking on the radio, we had to switch up stations and try not to chortle (ok--who am i kidding?) as evangelical and twangy talk radio went ape after the latest in airport terror.
And in listening to hitherto undiscovered tracts of Big A's playlist, i came upon this reggae gem:
Now you wouldn't be all mean like and tell me that they're not actually talking about a joint ummm property, right?
Pass it on;
Pass it on;
Pass it on;
Pass it on.
Be not selfish in your doings:
Pass it on.
Help your brothers in their needs:
Pass it on.
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