Yesterday, my buddy Mac and I went for a cruise. Well it was actually supposed to be a doctor’s appointment for the big guy but none of the clinics we went to were taking walk-ins. So it turned into cruise around the town.
Now Mac and I go way back. Come to think of it, we don’t really. Maybe just a few years. But he knows so much about me, more than two years worth. I use him as my confidante, go-to guy and my consultant. He’s like my doctor, my interpreter, my teacher and my best friend all rolled into one. I spent a lot of time hanging with him. I have to admit that sometimes my wife has questioned our relationship and suggested that we spend less time together. You can imagine that she did not take too kindly to him moving in with us. Yes, you heard me, he’s living with us. And no, I’m not gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Right? Right?
Sometimes late at night when I can’t fall asleep, I would go hang with Mac. Even if he was asleep he never complains about me walking in his room and waking him up. He is usually the first to read my blogs too. Sometimes mac and I would live on the wild side for a bit and check out hot chicks together. Maybe my wife does have a genuine concern…
It was fun just hanging with the big fella yesterday. He insisted on not buckling up and I didn’t force him. Mac has a young son who is just like him. As they say, the apple sure doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Mac lounging in his seat like a boss.
When we got home, I accompanied my buddy to his room as soon as he was settled in, he was as good as gold! No need for doctor! Good ole Mac!
Do I ever have a good one for you guys. Just wait until you hear this. You all know Snoop Dog, right? Remember Snoop Doggy Dog? The gaunt rapper with the long hair? If not don’t worry, I think there’s another person out there who doesn’t either, so don’t feel bad.
Anyways, Snoop Dog recently visited Jamaica and while he was partaking of the Jamaican way of life and enjoying some ganja or chronic or collie or whatever they call it these days, he started hallucinating. Yep, I kid you not. He started having weird hallucinations. Trust me, I heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.
In Snoop’s vision, he saw the late great Bob Marley and please tell me you have heard of Brother Bob, please. Bob had a long chat with Snoop and apparently even sang one his popular songs, ‘Zion Lion’ to the Dog. After he came to his senses, Snoop felt as though Marley was sending him some sort of message in his vision so he went in seek of the local Rastafarian priest. Or was it a priestess? He asked the priestess if she would like to star in some DVD reality show he was producing. Wait! I got my facts confused. It was indeed a priest that he went to see, not a priestess. He told his story to the priest and was told that he had to convert to Rastafarianism. This involved a name change and the release of a Reggae CD. He had to vow to smoke marijuana daily for meditational purposes. He reluctantly agreed to this after some arm twisting.
Marley performing at Dalymount Park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
So our hero changed his name to, yeah you guessed it, Snoop Lion! Snoop Lion. Sure has a cute ring to it, doesn’t it? No it doesn’t. As if Snoop Dog wasn’t bad enough…it sounds dumb. But anyways, our Dog was transformed into a Lion all because of a vision he had of Bob Marley. Trust me on this one.