Went to the Iron Bowl with my brother in law over Thanksgiving. Alabama fans have a lot of cre-hate-ivity.
Upon my return, attended an event at the Maserati dealership for Matt Barnes' charitable foundation. Barnes, who's around 400x better spoken than most NBA defensive stoppers, lost his mom to cancer, and's now funding prescreening for people who can't afford insurance. Met a lovely white lady named “Dove” who works as a hip-hop writer/talent agent/content producer, and who started out as a rapper in Seattle in the early 90s, when she also went by “Dove”.
Later hit an apartment party on 48th and 10th, where these designer housecleaning tools made a majestic appearance. Met a guy whose stepmom used to run a hotel in Tampa/St. Pete. During the mid-90s, she booked a then-desperate Hall & Oates, and actually met her now-husband (this guy's dad) at the show – and the guy's sister also met her husband at the same show.
In “Wango Tango”, Ted Nugent advised men to pretend their face was a Maserati in need of a garage/vagina. It's uncertain how many loving relationships were sparked during performances of this song, but probably fewer than there were white female Pacific Northwest rappers in the early 90s.
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