Balls Out, Righteous, Hilarious
One of my favorite ladies calls me and yells, “What it do!?” into the phone. Every day. A salutation torn from a Clipse song (“Wamp Wamp”) is always appreciated, especially this week, as I've been in something of a Clipse coma. I'm revitalized in my gaytarded enthusiasm mostly because Clipse is showing signs of crawling …

