grab the mic

and when you're done with that busted-ass shit drop it at teh drop-off* this weekend in NYC.

I did this once it was fun. to wit (a dope rhyme by me just now):

city pack rat on a panic attack
circle up the wagons and pop the hatchback
CRTs and some P3 compaqs
qwerty keyboard with the keys intact
F1 through 12 and the carriage return
twenty pound dell getting ready to burn
presario lothario - who stole my stereo!?
canal street fleet with rusty treats
l33t speek geek can't keep the beats
lighten your load - flippin your mode
cleaning out the crap from your humble abode
ba ba black sheep - toshiba in the trash heap
full glass of water and a little bo peep
bring it to your lips and no where else
want another laptop? better buy it yourself.

make that a dopey rhyme... time to go do something a little more productive.

*via gawker