Describe a Day in the Life

[B-Low]

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[Dasher]

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[JtotheIzzo]

Dasher wakes up at 7 am to the smooth rhythmic vibes of Motown, his clock radio tuned into 'The Soul of Philly WSOL.' After our large hero washes his massive frame, he lathers up with the Jergens to keep his blackness in full effect. No flaking for our XXL hero.

Three mornings a week he attends the breakfast of his favorite social club: 'The Distinguished Late Thirties Philadelphia Nubian Prince Posters of ISH.' It is there he, GOBB, and Rasheed discuss the finer points of posting, heaping praise on AI, and ending each meeting deciding if Hateraid's Pinoyness makes him black enough to join the club.

In the afternoon our articulate aristocrat puts on his overcoat and heads to the zoo to ma[COLOR="Black"]sterb[/COLOR]ate to the deer. The overcoat is the perfect cover for his sly yet pure act.

Ducking back into the office for the late afternoon Dasher waxes philosophical with colleagues about the local sports teams and opines on his past travels and travails.

At the end of the day it is back to the homestead for some soulfood and a quiet evening in with the remote in hand, flipping back and forth between Philadelphia sports and 'Deer Week' on the Discovery Channel.

[Dasher]

The Dash Mane only uses the finest cocoa butter's to maintain his healthy glow.

[JEFFERSON MONEY]

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B-Low
Wakes up to a loop of Fantasy - EWF, and Man In the Mirror - MJ on his 45$ iPod Shuffle, and hops up out his Queen-size bread to turn his swag on.

Proceeds to have a 30 minute makeout session with the mirror. Shaves his head, puts on some foundation, and takes another decade to get ready for the day.

Nudges his girlfriend politely, but she's still asleep from the retarded rompfest that he gave her last night. Good timing though! There'z a corpse outside the room who suffocated from a conflict that early morning, where Brandon letted his "Smooth Criminal" loose. He goes downstairs and catches half an hour of Tom and Jerry and then Bill Nye the Science Guy to neutralize his "inner thug" and get into the White Person Mentality.

Goes to work or school (How the f*ck you expect me to know which the Mod left for like a year) and does his business. Flirts with the local girlies, shares beauty tips with the men, and day goes by smooth and suave. Has an unhealthy f*ckin lunch. But it don't matter cuz he dat ill!

Comes home does his pushup/dumbell workout, and showers again. Logs onto ISH after shoving down seratonin pills, injecting himself with tranqs, and dancing to Barney. The local ******s show up to his yard and the're all like when I say Brandon you say "Werd" and you say "Law!" Werd! "Law!" Werd Law! They call him an oreo, and B just politely dismisses them and throws dog biscuits into street. He logs onto ISH and presents a nice guy facade, watches Spongebob, shares his feewings with his girl and calls it a night. Wakes up at 1 heads to the ghettos of South Ohio, kills a guy.

Rinse and repeat.