Dropping mad science...

This strip by Chris Bishop kind of sums up a somewhat trite but oddly true occurrence: the blaxploitation of language without any respect for how that lingo forms, or that sounding "street" in an ironic manner when you are a suburbanite dweeb, especially around other suburbanite dweebs wholly removed from your current trendy afectation makes you all look deeply lame.

And this one is just funny because it takes a stab at another of my annoyances: trite acceptance of 'world music' as a term. The digereeDON'T line I heard before in Cintra Wilson's irst book,and given the weirdness of that strip, would not be surprised if the artist purloined it from there.