I got word that I gotta get way more hip if I want to expand my readership. That is troubling since my regular readers are generally more into hip replacements than being ass-kickin’ hip. But I still got me some game, so I went online for a crash course on inner-city hipness. Check it out, here’s a hip-ified write-up on a striped bass I took last week. Note: No gangstas were harmed making this segment. You feelin’ me, right?
BASS BE DEAD BUT DON’T BE LOOKIN’ AT ME, CUZ: I wanna tell my dead bass story, straight up. You know what I’m sayin’?
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