As previously reported by the good folks at the best hip-hop magazine site on the planet, our favorite rock lobster was pinched by the polices yesterday.
Dope fiends hide in strangest and most obscure of places. In my travels I’ve found them in curled up in car trunks, stuffed into door frames and swirling down toilet drains. What do all of these methods have in common? They actually make the vagrants in question difficult to find.
[Blogger's Note: I'd only come across these examples accidentally, obviously. This includes my uncle who had literally folded himself into the top of my mama's closet and made the universal "ssssh" sign when I was looking for Patrick Ewing cap. No fitted.]
DMX made no such efforts to contort his tattooed, crack-emaciated frame after signing out of a Florida rehab facility. Instead, he umm… found his way into the home of fellow downtrodden former hip-hop icon, Scott Storch.
Scott Storch: *fiddling with keys* *whistling “Lean Back” melody* Damn. Nigga like me tired than a motherfucker.
Brooke Hogan: Well, I hope you’re not too tired for a little fun. *reaches into her purse*
SS: Nah, baby. I can’t fuck with another Slim Jim. *opening front door* Can’t believe your pops still got you eatin those.
BH: I can’t believe you still haven’t produced my big single, ass. These Slim Jims are why I’m 6-feet and thick and delicious how you like it. *kisses Storch*
SS: Yeah… I got that Slim Jim for you, baby. Lemme just drop this deuce right quick. I’ll be right out. *enters bathroom* *turns on light*
DMX: WHAT’S GOOD, BABY?! *slight growl*
SS: X, what the fuck? You scared the SHIT out of me!
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