A Very Berry Christmas: (or what IS he drinking?)

Swami was not able to blog yesterday as he was slightly under the weather. I find yak-milk ice cream irresistible. When a neighboring yak herder set up a stand selling yak-milk ice cream, Swami had to stop by to get some. The "Very Berry" sounded yummy, so I got the super-sized Ya-mongous size.

Unfortunately, it was only after polishing off the whole bowl that I noticed that the flavor was actually beriberi.

While recovering, Swami listened to his wood-burning radio. There is no doubt that the quality of music has gone down over the past 30-40 years. Some of what comes out of the speakers isn't talk and isn't music. Swami is at a loss as to what it is. One of these "things" was by a person called Snoop Yaky-Yak. The announcer referred to it as rap music.

If ever there was an oxymoron it is "rap music." If anyone has ever done (I cannot bring myself to say sung) a rap love song, I am unaware of it. It is impossible for The Swami to conceive of a love song that includes: Ho, b*tch, sl*t and other such endearments.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: No yaks were harmed in the making of this post.
It is with deep regret, however, that we must disclaim the disclaimer by acknowledging that the yaks that were within earshot of the rap now have ears that are shot.