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When I was just a young boy growing up on the tough streets of "The D" (Detroit to all you outsiders) I used to sit down by the river and gently throw pebbles into the unstable waters that lye before me..the sound the water made is unforgettable, "pladoop.....pladoop", the water would say with much clarity. This sound, this..."pladoop" reminded me of one thing, that’s right MILK, sweet sweet MILK, the nectar of the gods. It was a cold and windy day on January 15th 1920 that I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. I rushed home and yelled, "mamie, mamie!", she then replied, "what is it Clair?"...."I screamed as loud as a young lad could, "I want to be a cow when I grow up!!" and although my dream didn’t exactly come true I did achieve greatness..fore I am Milky The Clown, ruler of the Milky Kingdom and heir to the thrown of Milkonia....though my struggle continues I will one day see that every child know the joy an ice cold glass of the white stuff can bring......I will keep the world informed to my goings ons in this here myspace blog.....so keep an ear tuned to the milkster....peace out
Heres a little rap for you all to vibe with...I didnt write it, but I could have....I can really relate you know?
"Straight to your bones, from the farm to the fridge. We know what you want ‘cause we know how you live. Moooooo. We got a big bad Bessie with the M.I.L.K. We be chillin’ when we drinkin, Want milk? you say? Uh huh Uh huh, I said. More milk? Uh huh Uh huh. Come on. Want milk? Uh huh Uh huh, I said. More milk?"