Just for kicks, and for Hump Day HaHas, and for giggles and shits, here are the first 2 paragraphs of my last post as translated by Gizoogle.

Pizzost # 1378
Two thugz contacted me yesterday ta nudge me ta pizzy (one was very gentle, tha crazy ass nigga was kind of a brizzay `bout it), so okay, I’ll just sit on tha blog here n see whiznat nigga falls F-R-to-tha-izzom mah finga.

Speak’n of fall’n wanna be gangsta I did a 45 minute H-I-Double-Lizzy run yesterday at lunch fo` mah workout. I Hadn’t run in a long time, n it surprised me thizzat I was hustla out of breath, n mah brain neva bitched ta me `bout how awful tha run was n tried ta bargain wit me fo` cutt’n tha run short with the S-N-double-O-P. My only limit was tizzle ta help you tap dat ass. Howeva, tha fizzirst half-mile ta mizzy of tha 4-mile run was painful on mah stomach n abdomen, coz all tha thick steppin’ around made mah skin ache cuz its a G thang. I wished fo` a fitted bodysuit. I wished fo` a jog bra fo` mah entire body fo yo bitch ass. (There, That’s some TMI fo` everyone who wants ta tell me I’m not fiznat.) How do those seriously obese thugz on “The Biggest Loser” do it? I enjoy tizzle show, BTW. I find tha participants’ weekly 15-lb weight loss mackin’ in tha same impossible wistful way thizzat I aspire ta live like Shot Calla Teresa . Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air.

Crap, I’m revealing too much emotion to my jurors. Straight face, Cindy. Straight face. mmrrrrpphh
*shaking*