No offense...

but my boss' son looks just like a broke M. Night Shamylan, or the way he would look if he'd been listening to ol' ass MC Hammer and Oaktowns 357 for about 7 years.   That shit almost killed me at lunch. I dont know why that was so funny to me, but it was. So I had to call my sister, who also found it hilarious. So it can't just be me, although we've been called crazy before. See, the way I came to this enlightened conclusion was because he looked me dead in my face. Dude flew past me (and my picnic chair) at breakneck speed in his little tiny BMW, bumpin some unintelligable crap with a horrible bass line. But on the way back I got a good look at him, partially because his monkey ass was staring at me as if he looked good. But he didn't look good, in fact, it was quite the opposite of good. Like less-than-good. And oh damn did I crack up. I couldn't believe the resemblance. Thats why I take naps at lunch, so I don't have to see anything. Seeing is bad for my sanity sometimes. Well back to the grind. I'm out (for now). By the way, this may cause scrutiny from my fellow West Coast-ians, but that new Quik f/ Nate Dogg song sucks heinous ass. That is all, I don't care what anyone says. To hell with that wack ass song. Okay, gone for good now.