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02/04/2006 Archived Entry: "Plezure II"

From the Unfilmed Biography of Forgotten Rap Star Plezure

Randy Johnbergy (agent): The problem, Plezure, is that your voice sounds like a little girl. Nobody buys records from little girls anymore.
Plezure: Get the BLEEP out of my office BLEEP!

The door slams like a clap of thunder.

Plezure sits down at the desk. He tries to spell his name right, but forgets. Is it:

Pelzure as the newspapers write. . . .
or is it
Pleazah?
or
Plezah?

Angry, he throws the desk out the window. Someone yells something from the street about a dog. And then, sitting on the floor with tears in his eyes, his hands balled up in tiny little fists of range, Plezure begins writing rhymes for what will be his greatest forgotten song, "I Can't Spell, B * * * *!"