Guest Post: Jacob--"Living in the Ghetto"

I promise, he chose the title and made me promise I wouldn't change it.  This next post is by my baby brother, Jacob--or as I call him, Bubs.  If you ever want to participate in a day of pure silliness and craziness, just hang out with my little brothers.  No, but really.

Anyway, for his post he decided to take a few questions I asked him and then turn the last one into a little song.  He wrote it himself.  He's probably going to be making millions in a month or two.

So, here's a little somethin' from my 13-year-old brother (holy cow!  when did he get to be that old!?)

1. Name:  Jacob

2. State you live in: California

3. Favorite dessert: Boston cream Pie.

4. A weird habit: Smacking my lips when I eat.

5. Relation to Stacy:  Blood (I'm her brother, in case you couldn't tell).

6. What is one thing you would like to tell Stacy's readers?: I would tell them to tie a piano to their backs and jump into the ocean.

7. Complete this story:  You wake in the morning feeling like P-Diddy.  Tell us what your average day is like. ...Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city! I walked into the Macy's, and the whole crowd fainted---simply because I had done a reverse on Michael Jackson... you know, me going from white to black and all that---For it looked looked looked looked looked like I had just just been painted... in MUD!!!

And now for his post/song:

(Side note: Don't ask me where he gets his ideas from, he's just crazy...and I love him for it!)

I woke up in the ghetto feeling like P-Diddy,

Grab my glasses and my car, I'm gonna hit the streets!

Walk out to my front lawn, that lay all parched and yellow,

Look at all the gangs fighting, not standing to be mellow!

I went to join the Blue gang, but 'parently I wasn't ready,

Somehow I didn't have good guts, though I was fierce as a machete!

So I 'cided to beat them up, 'till they was shriveled like lentils,

And 'cause that the state awarded me with many gold medals...

Because I saved our world from about .01% crime... at least I think.

Or maybe it's just Jerry Brown trying to look like he's a good guy giving me an award, even though I deserved way more community service points for solving a hopeless offense.

And that, my friends, came straight from the mind of a 13-year-old boy.

I also asked him to send me some pictures that might go along with his post.  Here they are (all his choice):




 



 



 



 



 



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love you, bubs!