fo shizzle, mah nizzle.

The best thing about the Internet, really, is that you find the craziest things on it. E.T. should have stuck around a little longer, I bet he'd have found a support group for stranded aliens on the Internet. Heck, he'd probably have been able to start up his own cult - the number of loonies who manage to find their way online and try to promulgate their kooky beliefs is astounding. Betcha didn't know there were so many nuts in this particular oak tree.

For example, everyone knows that Google allows you to translate sites into other languages, but OH DEAR GOD NO. And yet here I still am, laughing at my gangsterized words. Yas, do you remember how you were teasing me about my prissy accent? No longer, my biatch. I mean, seriously, check this out:

On some level, I understand yo motives - there is a perceived threat ta moralizzles n it is yo duty as guardians of yo flock's steppin' ta combat it. Pusha in this case you is clearly hatin' yo boundaries crazy up in here. You cannot makes statements siznuch as that - you cannot makes impositions upon memba of yo church who is act'n in an official capacity - you cannot seek ta thwart a legal procedure through religious reason'n shit. No one is cruisin' you frizzom mak'n a mass decision ta give homilies n sermons on yo collective stand on this issue. No one is ask'n you ta give up yo convictions. Whizzay we - what I am ask'n, personally, is fo` you ta redirect those convictions n actions into tha drug deala channels fo my bling bling.

I can't explain it, but every time I get to that line - Pusha in this case you is clearly hatin' yo boundaries crazy up in here - I die laughing.

Also, M and I used to troll bookstores back in college just to make fun of those crazy-weird romance novel covers. Nowadays they're all in staid, prim-and-proper covers that feature like, a flower or some other retarded illustration - which is completely lame. Please. Half the fun of reading those romance novels was checking out the really strange illustrations and trying to figure out if half of the positions were anatomically possible. I think at one point, M and I actually tried reenacting one particular cover, just to ascertain whether the illustration was something that could occur in real life.

It wasn't.

At any rate, it seems that other people had the same idea. We were not quite so crazed over this pastime - I don't think either M or I would have had enough time to scan those suckers in, then think up new slogans and then Photoshop them in place - but good Lord, am I glad that someone was.

Just when you think you've seen everything, honestly.