This New York Times article on 50 Cent's life in the sleepy suburb of Farmington, Conn. , is quite wry - But a cook at China Palace said Mr. Jackson could save 10 percent on any order over $30... Ah, the privileges of fame... 10% off Chinese takeout! For the party, Mr. Jackson ordered more than $5,000 worth of liquor, including "a lot of Baccardi," according to the owner of a Farmington liquor store who spoke on the condition of anonymity "to protect his privacy." Sipping Bacardi (ooh, caught a Times misspelling) like it's his birthday. How anonymous could a liquor store owner in a suburban town be? It's not like there're hundreds of liquor stores in the town, I'm guessing. I like how they keep referring to him as Mr. Jackson...
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Actually the worst song is a live track that goes 'I just want to say....Merry Xmas Baby!...oh you sure treat me nice'.... etc.
I've heard that one so many times, it's probably damaging my immune system how angry I get. I'm gauled by how the vocalist keeps commenting on how well the band (the 'Boys') are playing - particularly as it is the kind of song the US army would use as a weapon to draw terrorists out of buildings.
Oh..Merry Xmas!
Merry Xmas Baby is a BB King song...
http://www.harptab.com/lyrics/ly3078.shtml