Former James Brown tour guide and free speech therapist, The Irreverent Al Sharptone, again took center stage behind Velveteen drapery yesterday denouncing the crude pronunciation of his name in one of five billion Hip Hop Cd's currently on display underneath the Rutgers Archaeology Museum (in hopes of them never being found by future beings).
Suddenly realizing the curtain was actually his female entourage's dress smeared with Velveeta cheese and sprinkles.
Skirting around the aberration he greeted the obscured crowd of chain mail-clad pedestrians chanting wildly. As he began his trademark long-winded lunguistic skills, his eyes finally opened only to find the cheers directed at a storefront battery of television sets. The local breaking news channel was highlighting live coverage of a pouting, sweaty Paris Hilton being handcuffed and led to her new Lynwood Estates low rise suite for an exclusive 45-day, all-expenses-paid vacation by a con. Sharptone somehow turned pale and exited, stage left behind the Velveeta drapes as he and his mascara began to run.
Suddenly realizing the curtain was actually his female entourage's dress smeared with Velveeta cheese and sprinkles.
Skirting around the aberration he greeted the obscured crowd of chain mail-clad pedestrians chanting wildly. As he began his trademark long-winded lunguistic skills, his eyes finally opened only to find the cheers directed at a storefront battery of television sets. The local breaking news channel was highlighting live coverage of a pouting, sweaty Paris Hilton being handcuffed and led to her new Lynwood Estates low rise suite for an exclusive 45-day, all-expenses-paid vacation by a con. Sharptone somehow turned pale and exited, stage left behind the Velveeta drapes as he and his mascara began to run.
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