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Why I love Dikembe Mutombo

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Chuck~Taylor, Aug 14, 2006.

  1. Chuck~Taylor

    Chuck~Taylor Active Member

  2. Buck

    Buck Well-Known Member

    First off, let me share that getting malaria is a serious drag.
    Second, when I was in Nigeria I was surprised that no one I spoke to had heard of Hakeem or Okoye.
  3. RAMBO

    RAMBO Member

    Now thats what I call caring for others.
  4. Trey Beamon

    Trey Beamon Active Member

  5. Songbird

    Songbird Well-Known Member

    "Who will sex the Mutombo?!"
  6. RAMBO

    RAMBO Member

    Dikembe Mutombo is the man.
  7. DyePack

    DyePack New Member

    Remedial Theatre presents:

    COCKDIAN'S Othello ...

    Act I, Scene Four

    (in the Italian village of Compton)

    KOBEAGO: (driving Lamborghini) Man, you shoulda seen that fatass when Des sprayed him in the face! Kazaam!

    LeBRONO: Wait. You left Des there with those three?

    KOBEAGO: Ease up, Mower. She's gonna service them, if you know what I mean.

    LeBRONO: Asshole! Stop using my woman to fight your battles! And it's "Moor."

    KOBEAGO: Chill out, homes. Now where's this other homeboy you say will help us out?

    LeBRONO: Just down the block.

    (KOBEAGO guides the Lamborghini down the street. Eventually they stop in front of a small townhouse. Grunting noises emerge from inside.)

    KOBEAGO: (jumping out) OK, let's get the dude.

    LeBRONO: Ease up a minute. Now, don't mispronounce this dude's name, or he gets sorta crazy. Here's how you say it ... (LeBRONO hands KOBEAGO an old arrest warrant with writing on the back.)

    KOBEAGO: Heh, heh.

    LeBRONO: Don't do it, man.

    (They walk to the door and ring the bell.)

    KOBEAGO: Let's ding-dong-ditch him.

    LeBRONO: Grow the fuck up. (A grunt comes through the speaker.) Hey, man, it's Bronbron.

    (The lock release buzzes, and the two walk inside.)

    ARTESTICLES: Hey, Bron. Who's the loser?

    KOBEAGO: (raising hands) See these rings? You got one?

    LeBRONO: Never mind that shit. Hey, ArtestiCLEES, (looks at KOBEAGO, then back), these crackers and their thug keep hassling us. Think you can go Dee-troit on their asses?

    ARTESTICLES: Dunno, my man. I'm a rapper, not a fighter.

    KOBEAGO: If that shit you were spewin' is rap, then I'm Andrew Marvell.

    LeBRONO: Who?

    KOBEAGO: Never mind. So, Artie, are you in or out?

    ARTESTICLES: Don't cross me, dude. But I guess I'm in.

    LeBRONO: Great! So what now?

    KOBEAGO: I say we hit the dance floor!
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