Loudest Public Transportation Conversation EVER!

June 12th, 2011 by Dianne Vonwhooseeay

Dear Random “I don’t have an inside voice” Stranger,
This is a first on the Get Yo’self Together Blog, I’ve never had to put a non-celeb/non-politician on blast like this. But you sir, sir, SHUT UP! I can’t believe that you sat your ass on this train and talked that loud about that many triflin’ stereotypical topics. You should be ashamed of yourself!

Number one it had to be about 900 degrees outside. Too damn hot to be talking loud, and there were at least 10 people on the train who were also in the same state of disbelief as I was. I mean DAMN! I’m pretty sure I gave you about 10 dirty looks that you were oblivious to.

I must admit that I did laugh a few times between you being entirely too excited about cheap chicken and someone being bust in the head with a 40oz bottle and a crate, but that was more laughing at and not with, seeing as you didn’t seem to find these situations humorous. Pimps and prostitutes, I mean just too much. I had to leave the train. I think you got Lakeysha Beard beat, so sir, once I talk to the proper athorities, you will be relieved of your phone in public places privileges, until you of course show that you can GET YO’SELF TOGETHER!

So readers, without further ado, the first official GYT video!

John Leguizamo’s Illegitimate Son?

July 13th, 2008 by Dianne Vonwhooseeay

Dear Parents of Future Actor or Woman Beater,
What are you doing in front of this little boy? Who are you letting him hang around. Either he’s watching the wrong movies, or he’s in the wrong environment. I mean he has the whole routine down from the “get out my house” to the “Lord Jesus”. Someone needs an intervention.

Please seek help,

10am Redline People (2 for 1)

April 22nd, 2008 by Dianne Vonwhooseeay

Dear Rappy McCrazy,

Due to the fact that I was listening to my iPod, at first glance I thought you were crazy and just talking to yourself and unfortunately didn’t catch most of what I’m sure are excellent lyrics. On second glance I realized that you were rapping, and not along to music because you were not wearing headphones, so I realized that part of my first glance assumptions were correct, you are crazy. Especially since you rapped for approximately 20 minutes (that would be 4 Mariah Carey songs, that E=MC2 album is pretty good). I am about 98.92% sure that no one from BMG, Sony, DefJam, G-Unit or BadBoy were on that train, or probably any of the other ones you ride, so I’m about 95% sure you won’t be getting signed to a label due to this, I’m about 99.998% sure you won’t get one if for some reason they were on the train, because you suck, for the 33 seconds I paused Mariah you were unintelligible, so I guess those lyrics weren’t so excellent after all. GET YO’SELF TOGETHER and stop all that damn rapping in public unless you’re on a stage.

Thank you and don’t quit your day job,

Dear Mr Urban Saggypants,
For the love of all that’s good don’t sag your pants, actually make that don’t sag your pants while wearing a big-ass blingy belt buckle, wait, wait, make that don’t sag your pants while wearing a big-ass blingy belt buckle and then tuck the front of your long-ass “yep in my white tee” t-shirt under the belt buckle, but over the pants, so as to show off its utter tackiness.

Apologies in advance if you pooped your pants and were not sagging on purpose,