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STOP TALKING LIKE FOOLS!
by Space Bill Cosby, in space
Ok now you see what the deal is, in space, what with the space stations and the satellites and all that jazz-a-ma-tazz, is that the young black space rappers are all like the "yo yo yo" and the "bling bling bling bitch" and that's just all nonsense and gobbledegook and ignorante non-sense talk A SHEESH A WEEBA WOOBLE DOO!
And then all the young black space childrens are trying to emulate-ify the space rappers, because they see them have astro success and getting cosmic space money and space bitches, so then they start to talk like them, and it's space talk like that that is bringing down our whole black space community, because us black space people are looking like ignorant noodle-noggin heads with brain dimples all over our washa weeba poopy ya' hear?!
Space Slang is just wrong and, A UH BOY!, dressing up like a space gangster or a space pimp is just plain space wrong, A WOW A WOIBLE WOBBLE, here comes the space Jell-O pudding pop!, and if the urban space youth of today wants to, a skiddly be bop ba doo!, wants to be taken seriously, ZOINKS!, then they's got to start talking all educated like and stop acting like the foolish dirty space laundry they is be, jinkies!
And would it space hurt them to dress less like space thugs, in space? Why not put on some nice space sweaters? And not those gosh diddly darn FuBu, a dubu mafubu da rubu a garsh!, space sweaters that those space thugs wear cause only uneducated and stupid-talking space thugs wear those, with the bizzle and the shizzle and the drizzle and I can't understand you, flavin! Except for the ones with Space Fat Albert on them, those are ok, in space, because only educated and sophisticated black space men wear those. Also I get space money when people buy them, A WOINK A WOODLE DO WOP SHEESH A BEESH A WOOP DE LOOP A POOP!
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and mycollection of plastic souvenir cups from Taco Bell commemorating
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