The Viceroy Krew Spirit

This is posted oh behalf of Migz by The Samurai; do not be shocked by this blog's contents but share in the celebration of every experience. One morning, Migz sent out this email:
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And by the way, I am MAKRAPAPER !!!

My good boy, AK, was finally leaving Bonn last night to follow the American Dream - Green Card and all ! We went for a mbuhlite farewell drink at the Indochine Buddha Bar huku in Bonn...polite, very gay music, chilakalaxed atmosphere....pretty easy...until another Romanian boy of his checked in and declared war: forcing all subjects to make a choice between golden and silver tequila.

The next thing I remember was being in mduntunda called NachtShift....they have some contraband bottles of champagne they sell for 4 Euro on Wednesday nights....I was sipping bubbly all night straight from a boti..then one of my housemate...a fine Serbian wench...declares its her birthday..and her pieces of accompaniment have to suffer and kamata some of those shots for her as we sang a fake "Happy Birthday" for her..my boy Angey made us once sing "Neema njema kwako..." to the tune of "Happy birthday to you"...on some random jungu chics bday, ati thats a Kenyan bday song...Michael Ballacks!....back to the hanyee....lights fading out...woi!

Knew drinking straight from a fakechampagne bottle was a recipe for ndisaster....My alarm clock rings this morning....I hear it NUTHIN!!! Dreamtergrated, I think the cacophony is part and fuckin parcel of my dream (do you ever get those?)

Then one of my housemates boyfriends - a massive 4.6 called J...very cool and appreciates my rubbish sense of humour..wakes me up at 8.30..."bitch! you need to go to work, fool!"

Obey a 6-foot-something, 240 pound order...else you find yourself on the floor...they learn that in gay wrestling thing in high school...I didnt heed to the suggestion and found myself at least 10 feet from my bed...its like a samaki not being in water...gai fafa...that guy hip-tossed me from my snoozalishasness...makende ya fisi yeye...

Anyhowdeewhoo...had a mad day with my boss jana...im in London next week for a series of meetings that I have been suicidally thrown...kupenda kazi yangu, kiaaasiiiiiiii....oh! and my German visa expires kesho...im renewing it kesho and theres soooooo much drama...if I cheza, i can be doing an "vava" Ashok appearance kesho night.....but there should be no beef getting that...unless Murphy decides to pull a fast one on me...

Headache...I can remember the entire "Thriller" album playing last nite as I was pimping out....with my "mbumbly"..doing the MC Hammer dance...these Wednesday delinquency tendencies should be banned....break it down...oooooh oh oooh oh oooh oh oooh oh oh oh oh oh oh..stop...get hammered time...do they have words for this song at Qraoke? Mama Qraoke ebu tell us....

In the words of that retarded Meru walnut...or is it the Che Ngevara who said it....

I AM MAKRAPAPER !!!! DRUNKATIZED!

Shit! its Thursday!

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