The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Kiss me, feel the fireworks, watch the sky/I make you smile, but you’d rather have what makes you cry.

-Tupac Shakur (Jon B ‘Are You Still Down’)

Disclaimer: I’m not even supposed to be writing about this shit. Snugg and Q Double, this is more of their thing. There are plenty of dumb things out there happening right now that I, Q. Busy, could be ridiculing, satirizing or making fun of. But instead I’m here. Writing ANOTHER an article about—of all things—relationships.

To all of our faithful readers, yes, all three of you, I apologize in advance if this comes across as redundantnessousity (word I just made up). But this topic gives us SO fuckin much material that I don’t think it’ll ever tire upon us.

Q Double:

Whatever son, just hurry the hell up. It’s just about time you returned with a proper article. That “Relationships and Gum” shit barely even qualified as a tweet.

Q. Busy:

Fuck off. Tweet deez nigga.

Both:

@IncScribes

So sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip ya Cognac.

I present to you.

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail Pt. 2

"Once again back it's the incredible."
-Chuck D. "Bring The Noise"

In our second part of "Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail" we navigate the murky waters of the BP oil spill, provide some insight on workplace relationships and we may or may not find out a bit more of the personal sides of our until-now pretty secretive Incredulous Scribes.

SECOND LETTER

Randumb Words & Thoughts from Q Double's 'Berry

*ahem*.....

 *light the Egyptian Musk scents*

*Puts the Jodeci in the tape deck (yeah tape deck)*

*drinks a little of the Gran Marnier out of a Sippy cup*

And I call this *sprays some Fahrenheit on the neck*....."Pussy Have You: The Ups & Downs of the World's Most Precious Jewel"

Tuck the kiddies to bed right now, this is grown folk talk.

Basket(BLUE)balls

Written By: Snug McNugg Ph. DDD

Ladies you know how it is... You hear a song on the radio or catch a glimpse of your legs in the mirror and in your head you've quietly resolved, "I'm gonna get some dick tonight."

...Oh, you don't?

Well for the sake of argument, let's just say you do.

So all day you're planning-- no plotting-- on how it’s all gonna go down: you stop by the grocery store, get ingredients for his favorite meal, put a couple of Heinekens in the icebox, shower up and put on the bra that makes your cleavage damn near touch your chin.