White Men Can’t Jump… or Beat Box
As a girl with a very English accent (not even a particularly strong regional accent either) I’ve always known that rap was not a career option that was open to me.
It’s good to know your limitations.
Along with rap star, I always knew that several things were out of my reach: nurse for only having very limited amounts of sympathy; nanny because I don’t like children really, or rather I don’t like the children I have no personal connection with (not that kind of personal connection!); artist, for being generally a bit cack-handed and lacking in artistic thought and also, perhaps somewhat linked to the rap star thing was being a human beat box.
It’s good to know your limits.
Maybe someone should’ve told this guy:
Worst Beatboxer Ever – Watch more Funny Videos
Or not; because he just made me laugh more than anything else in recent days (except for Stephen coining the term “riding the pigeon”). Yeah, yeah, I know, in joke alert.
Have to say thanks to the guys at Big Mental Disease for finding this gem too. Go and visit their site. Funny it is!
