Ain't Got know Job But I'm Still Flyyyyyy

One of my friends asked me who I was. Wrong. He got this. And more.

I consider myself a younger version of Chelsea Handler. Minus the Jew. You'd think it would be difficult, not being a Jew and calling people Hitler or Nazi. But I think I have a distinct advantage over other Non-Jews who wish to make funny, slightly racist comments about hitler and his regime: I live in Oklahoma. Uneducated Rednecks are generally understanding of derogatory comments about genocide leaders, despite their ability to become a back-handed offense to the people who were murdered. These Uneducated Rednecks are also understanding of our latest president George W. Bush, and even find his inability to say the word "nuclear" endearing. I've never thought the mispronunciation of words was cute. Maybe funny and sad. I was 8 when I found out that my little sister couldn't say the word "yellow," but had no qualms babbling on about her doll's "lellow" dress. I immediately transformed into a tyrannical speech therapist, but gave up after concluding that she was "special" and most likely adopted. By the following week, she still couldnt say the word and I was convinced she was retarded, or at the very least, autistic.

Lately I've been planning on becoming a drug lord. However, I'm horrible at planning and I fear my only hope of achieving this illegal lifestyle is to work for my uncle. He's not exactly the high rollin dealer I'd like to pimp out crack for, but he's notorious in my family for his drunken schemes and pill addictions. Surely hes got some connections for me. Plus, I'm pretty sure he used to bein a gang. Bonus.