The Legend of the G-Unit
Once upon a time, there were these two sweet kids who lived in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. One of them was French/Canadian but we won't hold that against him here. Both of them kicked so much ass, but neither one of them was able to DO THE IMPOSSIBLE. They were in the band together, one of them played the trumpet and one played the clarinet. But both had extreme distaste for the flapping wings of the band teacher. These two kids were friends while going to school in saudi, but were not quite the homedawgs they are today. Then they both graduated and went off to boarding school. Little did they both know that the G-Unit would soon be formed, and that it would be the bomb.
While in boarding school, each of these guys went their separate ways. One of them went back to Canada, to mountie school to become French. The other one went to Connecticut, where the leaves turn nice colors in the fall. But even though they went to two very different schools, these two guys had one very painful thing in common. THEY KEPT GETTING THIER SHIZZLE ROCKED HARDCORE. And this is no ordinary rocking. This was all out full contact destruction. To the max. Both of them were so lost without each other's guidance and eternal wisdom.
In the Spring of 2003, an alliance was formed. This alliance would be forever known as the G-UNIT, named appropriately not after the gangstas, but after the sign at the Dhahran Nursery. They also drove a CHEROKEE which was cool too. With the power of the G-UNIT, surely these two kids' childhood dreams would be fulfilled right? But NooOOOOoooo, it was not to be so. The crew struggled throughout highschool and the rocking of the shizzle continued. And it was painful.
After highschool, the G-MEN were becoming discouraged. Morale was low, supplies were becoming limited, and there was a massive defecit. In college, the dudes continued to face resistance from the jacked B-MEN. This sucked too. Maybe in the future, things will be looking up. But for now, this post will have to be cut short because the Mavs game is starting. Layta!
P.S. If you don't have any idea what this is all about, don't worry. You will soon enough when these kids are living it up in Dubai with their hot French/Canadian wives.
While in boarding school, each of these guys went their separate ways. One of them went back to Canada, to mountie school to become French. The other one went to Connecticut, where the leaves turn nice colors in the fall. But even though they went to two very different schools, these two guys had one very painful thing in common. THEY KEPT GETTING THIER SHIZZLE ROCKED HARDCORE. And this is no ordinary rocking. This was all out full contact destruction. To the max. Both of them were so lost without each other's guidance and eternal wisdom.
In the Spring of 2003, an alliance was formed. This alliance would be forever known as the G-UNIT, named appropriately not after the gangstas, but after the sign at the Dhahran Nursery. They also drove a CHEROKEE which was cool too. With the power of the G-UNIT, surely these two kids' childhood dreams would be fulfilled right? But NooOOOOoooo, it was not to be so. The crew struggled throughout highschool and the rocking of the shizzle continued. And it was painful.
After highschool, the G-MEN were becoming discouraged. Morale was low, supplies were becoming limited, and there was a massive defecit. In college, the dudes continued to face resistance from the jacked B-MEN. This sucked too. Maybe in the future, things will be looking up. But for now, this post will have to be cut short because the Mavs game is starting. Layta!
P.S. If you don't have any idea what this is all about, don't worry. You will soon enough when these kids are living it up in Dubai with their hot French/Canadian wives.
posted by Chris at 6:50 PM
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Let the legend of the G-Unit live on!
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