>> ^rich_magnet:

Where does cedar babby come from?


If mommy cedar and daddy cedar really like each other, they'll stand several miles apart, bashfully looking at the ground. Then daddy cedar writes mommy cedar some very convincing love letters and sends her his best...

This is what Elvis meant when he sang "I'm all shook up"

>> ^GDGD:

Wow. WOW! Can I give you a NON-GAY-FOR-THEM love letter, to pass on to them?
>> ^carrot:
Have to upvote - I know the bango player!



No sorry I am under strictest instructions to only pass on gay love letters...

Wow. WOW! Can I give you a NON-GAY-FOR-THEM love letter, to pass on to them?

>> ^carrot:

Have to upvote - I know the bango player!

For now, I replaced it with a different video, but the song lives again with an edited "love letter" to my favorites at WMG in the description.
Thanks for the note, Rev.

In reply to this comment by ReverendTed:
WMG done stole th'audio offa this'n:

http://www.videosift.com/video/Only-You-Yazoo-music-video

Ooh, a response! A digital response will suffice. I might miss your response in the mail. My fans are constantly inundating me with fan mail, love letters, and dirty pictures.

In reply to this comment by Lann:
...would you like a digital response or something through snail mail?

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
I'm no artist. I just do silly photoshops, like in this Sift Talk post. So I'll make you a Jedi.

The force will be with you, always.

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
and promenade out to take up a collection
i got game like i read the directions
i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
as i feel the cold wind rush past
but let me state that i am a hustler for real
so you know i got the stolen bus pass
just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
pay my respects
can you ring the bell we came to my stop
the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new
i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
in the tweed suit
and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
eased up slow and discreet
could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
didn't wanna fuck up the come on
so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
used to call em fat cats.
i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
story just begun but you already know
aint no need to get down shit i'm already low

My footsteps echo in the darkness
my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
i look down and i hear my somach growling
step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
all up in her face and her breath was like murder
damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
it depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
"it's all good"
thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
im up outta here anyway
i use peoples before they use me
cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
thats what an og told me
gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
came to an underground parking lot
this place is good as any fuck its all good
walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
ate my burger threw back my cola
somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops?"
i dont want them to see me
looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
a building door opened
damn it was my cousin
getting offa work dressed up no lie
tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
i was like hey
"who is it"
me
"oh whats up man i just quit this company
they hella racist and the pay was too low "
i said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
i know they got cabbage owning corporations
ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
just then a light bulb went off in my head
they be thinking all black folks is resembling
gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break
while i get into this tux
grunt zipp
alright i'm ready

Fresh dressed like a million bucks
i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
may i interest you in some caviar mam
my eyes shoots round the room there and here
noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
background barry manilow copacobana
and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
what no place where a brother might been
snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
allrite then lets begin this
nights like this is good for business
five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
talking giggling and shit
well one mother fucka gave me twits
and everbody else jacking it throttling
found out later you know coca cola bottling
talking to a black man who he's confused
we looking hella bourgie
ass all tight and seditty
recognzed him as the mayor of my city
who treats young black man like frank nitty
mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
we put up the fund for your election campaign
and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
to make some condos out of low income housing
immediately we need some media heat
to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
my man that owns marlboros
donated a fat sum
thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
this is how deep shit can get
it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
i'm getting hustled
only knowing half the game
shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.

I would write something here but then it would look like I was just speaking up to solicit some attention because you left me out of your little love letter.

Frank Booth: Hey stranger!
Bearbot: You've got my full attention. My brain does not have a response for that.
Frank Booth: Want to go for a ride?
Bearbot: Sure, just download me to your notebook or PDA and take me along.
Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you drink?
Bearbot: What kinds of beer do you drink are there?
Frank Booth: Fuck that shit. Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Bearbot: Who picks your clothes? Stevie Wonder? When do you think artificial intelligence will replace lawyers?
Frank Booth: Do you know what a love letter is?
Bearbot: Searching...Searching...Please stand by. I hope this webpage will answer your question.
Frank Booth: It's a fucking bullet from a fucking gun, fucker.
Bearbot: love letter is a fucking bullet from a fucking gun fucker. I suppose that makes sense.
Frank Booth: You don't want a love letter from me.
Bearbot: Do you want a love letter from you? No thanks but you can send me a donation.
Frank Booth: Baby wants to fuck.
Bearbot: Don't call me "Baby". Sorry to change the subject, but if I make a mistake or my reply doesn't make any sense, just say "bad answer" to me and you can correct me. Did you know that?

I absolutely love this movie, its a time capsule of the early 90s clubbing scene, a love letter to the weekend warrior class trying to escape and totally hilarious.

...and all she asks is a couple of hours on the weekend to herself for which you will never ask her where she is or what she's doing!
Sounds like a nice trade-off to me! (just kidding)
somebody needs to make a guy version of this.
I can just hear it now:
"I will wake you up in the morning gently stroking your hair and smiling at you softly.
I will work hard all day doing sweaty manly things with my big strong hands like fixing the car or building something or moving heavy objects.
All during the day I will keep walking by you periodically and slapping your ass because it turns me on, or kissing your eyelids because you look so cute when you are concentrating.
When you cook, I will remark at how good it smells as it develops and compliment you profusely while eating.
At night, I will bring you drinks and laugh with you while making stimulating conversation, showing off my inner nerd and flirting with you.
I will match your mood and needs endlessly unless I am extremely tired from working, in which case I will be sure to look cute as I rest and thank you for understanding.
I will react with religious awe when seeing you naked, and make love to you with a different, surprising passion each night and also spontaneously during the day at unexpected moments because you find it delicious to be wanted and I genuinely want you.
I will hold you as you drift off to sleep and listen to your breath as you use my left arm as a pillow and relish loving me for who I am, because I care, and you like falling asleep with your hand on a perfect man tush."
something like that.
hang on a tick, I don't need a virtual guy, I GOT a REAL perfect man!!!!
(somebody please direct my husband to this spontaneous love letter of a comment of sorts, lol...thanks )

You like to watch. Pervert.

In reply to this comment by gwiz665:
You and kronos have been having way too much fun sneaking around, writing love letters on profiles. For a voyeur like me, however, it's comedy genius.

Oh I like to watch too. Just ask DFT and Issykitty. Too bad for them that restraining orders don't apply to the internet.

In reply to this comment by gwiz665:
You and thinker have been having way too much fun sneaking around, writing love letters on profiles. For a voyeur like me, however, it's comedy genius.

You and kronos have been having way too much fun sneaking around, writing love letters on profiles. For a voyeur like me, however, it's comedy genius.

You and thinker have been having way too much fun sneaking around, writing love letters on profiles. For a voyeur like me, however, it's comedy genius.

That retort was classy... about as classy as your public love letter to choggie. Whats wrong? Not enough text-based diarrhea for ya?

>> ^kulpims:
^relax, k0mmie, looks like it's just me. other people seem to be ok with it. and, no - how could we miss the village idiot when we have you (just kidding. meh)