Friday is LADIES NIGHT at Biochemical Slang

It's Friday. You KNOW you ain't got ish to do. You got some money in your pocket (those few extra pennies earn ed you the beer-to-champale upgrade) and your lady is coming over. You've thought of EVERYTHING. You've already put the CHAMPALE on ice. You've aleady lit the incense and those candles she bought for you. You've cleaned the bathroom and made your bed. You've already ordered the pizza, just the way SHE likes it.

Ballin' on a budget is keepin' it real. Ballin' on a budget is ALL WE KNOW. Ballin' on a blogger salary IS ballin' on a budget.

Your cypher is almost complete. Unfortunately, she HATES all that damn rap music you own, with all that dirty talk. Can you remember back to those good ol' days? BIOCHEMICAL SLANG has got that FIRE for your STEREO. Thank me on Monday.

Bobby Byrd - I'm Not to Blame
The Ohio Players - Heaven Must Be Like This
Quincy Jones - Body Heat
Johnny "Guitar" Watson - Superman Lover
The Whatnauts - Girls
Willie Hutch - I Choose You
Sugar Minott - Save Your Love For Me
The Sylvers - Let It Be Me
Donald Byrd - I Love the Girl
Ike & Tina Turner - Baby Get It On

If you're ridin' solo this Friday night, don't fret. There's always the best-selling ale in the world, BALLANTINE. 99 cents will buy you 22 ounces of I-don't-give-an-eff. $2.25 will buy you 40 ounces (YOU do the Bodega Math.) of I-don't-give-an-eff-about-no-got-damn-cupid!

There's always NEXT FRIDAY.