Get Falafel Or Die Tryin' Blogadactyl
So now Bill O'Reilly is starting a feud with Fifty Cent. As Bill singlehandedly shut down the French economy a while ago, and as his scorn left Ludacris flailing without a career, I can only say to Fitty: I hope you've invested well. Because from here on out, it is O-VA. Top album of '03? Tough. Deals with Reebok and Glaceau, and your own label, clothing line, posse, and Club ensconced in the friendly Connecticut confines of Mike Tyson's old mansion? Better start reevaluating your life, young Mr. Cent, because Bill is coming, and he's a bulldog. You know his M.O.: "First, I'll get you drunk, yeah. . . I'll seriously inject some beer into you intravenously to get you going, yeah." (whacking sounds excised to protect the weak of stomach).