With a purposeful grimace and a terrible frown

Check it, dawgs, I got me a stand mixer, still new in the box, for $12.50. TIIIIGHT. Now I wanna go bust out some chill funky grooves with the Mixmaster, but we have no sugar, and I'm pretty sure all the chill funky grooves I know call for sugar. Sorry, Mixmaster, you'll have to hang in the crib a while longer.

That's just how we do in the 612.

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Yeah, I know, this entry is more painfully white than Sam the Snowman runnin' the dozens with the Wu-Tang Clan. Don't gotta get all up in my grill about it. G.