The Return... Again

Ok, so I'm back.  Its Spring term (the third trimester for those of you who aren't familiar with W&L). My last semester EVER as an undergrad.  I'm at work study, snackin' on some wasabi roasted green peas (you all need to get up on them because they are FIYA!), and listening to my "I'm a grown a** man now and I can't just chill and listen to booty-butt-coon music anymore" playlist.  I promised y'all I would be posting more this term and trust there have been projects in the works but nothing completed.  As usual I am trying to do too much.  Aight... back to work for me.  And, yes... I do work with big a** sunglasses on my face.

Hi Haters, I'm Back Off Hiatus

Purgatory, I mean finals week has just finished up here.  Sh*t was TERRIBLE! T-R-R-B-L TERIBBLE. But now it is done, and I am back and I have a few things I need to get off of my chest.

First off, those of you close to me know that I am into clothes and fashion and what not.  I try to stay fairly up to date on latest trends, and one trend is really bothering me: androgynous male models.  I swear to God, if you look at any high fashion, all of the men look genderless.  WTF.  And the clothes just look retarded.  I am convinced that high fashion has the world duped.  The shit they come up with is fugly. Yes... I said fugly.  Motherf@#$ers come on stage wearing some damn overall shorts, with tights, a t-shirt made out of wax paper, some clown shoes, and one of those Dr. Seuss hats that every d-bag had back in 4th grade.  They always have blown face.  The white models are the pastiest dudes you can find and always look like some character from a movie about struggling heroine addicts, and the black dudes... don't exist.  

The next thing that has gotten on my nerves is EVERYONE using the cot damn "A Milli" drums.  Now I know Bangladesh did the beats to both "A Milli" and "Diva" so I guess he gets a pass for using the same drum pattern... even though that sh*t is lazy as hell, my dude.  But for real, everyone is trying to come on a track that has an "A Milli"-esque drum pattern.  First everyone was trying to rap on the beat. First Jay, then shitty rappers like Plies got on it, then singers decided they would... sing over it.  Real talk, I heard there's a Mahalia Jackson "A Milli" freestyle floating around out there.  

Speaking"Diva"... That's another thing that has bothered me. A diva is NOT, I repeat, NOT a female version of a hustler.  Last I checked, hustler was a gender neutral term. 

Ok, last and not least.  For those of you who have not seen Ciara's new video (I think its called something like... Sex Magic or Magic Sex... Doin' the Hudini... something) um I'm not going to say you should watch it because... real talk, its not that good.  She is on some Madonna type stuff, like wearing latex, dancing like a stripper, not singing good.  Come on Ci-Ci! 

Anyway.  Ya boy is back.  Expect more janglage in the days and weeks to come (that was for you Cynthia).  I'm out like a slow fat kid in musical chairs.

Don't Worry Children... I'm Coming

Finals are over tomorrow (Friday) at 5:00 pm.  While I won't post immediately after (actually I will probably sleep for about 3 or 4 days straight), I will be posting more nuggets of wisdom, videos, and other janglage soon.  Fear not!

Bailout Money

Another Bo Jangles classic. Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you "Bailout Money":

Here is the link to listen and download: http://www.zshare.net/audio/55851448fd47ae0d/

Lyrics:
Ey yo! I wanna thank Nancy Pelosi Ben [sic] Bernake for making this all possible. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the remix.

(Chorus)
LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow
HelaBalaHeHeleBalo
We gettin Bailout Money
We gettin Bailout Money

HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala
We gettin Bailout Money
We gettin Bailout Money

(Verse 1)
Didn’t give a damn when my billions was pilin
Now subprime loans got me laying off thousands
Foreclosing houses
Stock brokers wilin’
The treasury cut the check, so I can keep stylin
Market insane
Now I’m sittin’ in Congress
Tryin to explain why my company bought a plane
Fuck this recession nobody’s investin’
We got bought by Citibank man this shit is depressin’

(Chorus)
LaLaLa HaleHeloHaLow (Feels like a depression)
HelaBalaHeHeleBalo (I need anti-depressants)
We gettin Bailout Money
We gettin Bailout Money

HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa
MiliAlaySheNitiMala
We gettin Bailout Money
We gettin Bailout Money

NAPPY BOY!
(Verse 2)
My stock prices fallin' down like the rest of them
Fannie Mae Freddie Mac and the best of them
Now we in the red 'cause we freakin'' lost our heads
Call the Feds, start to beg, can we get that money from the government
HA LA LA
We gettin' bailout money
We straight crooks so we take that money
Play with that money, do the same shit like we think its funny
We go back to the Congress like...

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
i got dat bailout money (money)
five star hotel retreats for the boys in accounting
keep them tax breaks comin
out sourcing jobs so that when you call we sound straight foreign
i got dat bailout money (money), takin trips to D.C.
to keep those billions comin
Christmas bonus still comin
Own all of Wall Street you can ask Goldman Sachs

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
The CEO say get money everyday
Stock prices fall like water when it rains
Foreclosed homes be the reason for the fuss
Subprime loans everywhere, what the fuck
I'm so depressed got a noose 'round my neck
Wait up yo cause the Fed cut the check
I'm so glad we got money again
Don't call it socialism 'cause you know what it is
Bailout money

Bo Jangles Live! It's Been a Long Time... We Shouldn't Have Left You

Ayo Technology

As I have said before, I am a rookie in the blogesphere world... but the way its looking I could be like LeBron in this piece! I have finally figured out how to blog from my phone and if I find out that there is a app that can make this easier, its a wrap. I'm currently travelling down I-81 on my way to a leadership conference in South Cackalack. That's right, yours truely is going to cast down his bucket in the dirty. Zaq is rollin' on this trip as well so you know we will have some Bo Jangles Live for you: consider it chicken soup for your humorless soul... or a firm squeeze for your funny bone's cold lonely booty.

Jangle-shop

Lip Sync

For those of you who follow Bo Jangles and are connected with the W&L community (which is damn near everyone who read this) here is Phi Beta Sigma's infamous performance. Note the sexy beast that is leading the "Take You Down" segment.

Littering and...? Litter and...?

Smoking the reefer (c) Super Troopers. Unless you have been living under a rock... or have been doing the responsible thing and not paying any attention to the news, you know that Michael Phelps got caught smoking weed. Actually, he didn't get caught smoking weed, he was just retarded enough to let himself get photographed smoking from a bong. Ok. Big deal. Its weed, a relatively harmless recreation drug and while it is illegal in some states, its not the end of the world. So he issued this apology that can only be described as "special" and I don't mean that in no good way. Basically he said he is sorry for shattering White parents dreams of having a dominant American athlete that looks like them that is the great white hope. One that will stay away from drugs and extra marital affairs like those thuggish negroid athletes of the NBA and NFL, and will stay away from steroids like the trailer trash in the MLB. Well, SURPRISE!!! He is a regular ass dude who can swim good and likes to smoke weed from time to time. He isn't getting charged with anything. He didn't hurt anybody. He just was smoking weed with some so-called friends and someone decided they wanted to make a few bucks and sell him out. What boggles my mind is how the media outlets are making it sound like he did something completely horrible and asking the question "will he ever be marketable again?" Yes... He will be marketable again. Shit, he never really lost his marketability. Kobe raped a White woman 5 some odd years, now this dude has his own shoe... and that shit is selling too. He has actually had FOUR Nike shoes since then. So I guess the moral of the story is, even if you do something stupid, as long as you dominate in whatever sport you play Nike will pay you to wear their shit. They may even name some stuff after you...

Bo Jangles Live! Episode 3: Revenge of the Jangle