This is a more accurate analogy.Waterbagel wrote:well, think of yourself doing a music project that all of your friends are looking HELLA forward to.
like.. you're the best god damn bird-chirper this country has ever seen.
and you've been perfecting this bird-chirping for months. you promise your friends this ridiculously sick show of.. bird-chirping, and you're all like "YEAH IT'S ALMOST READY YOU GUYS ARE GONNA FLIP A SHIT"
suddenly, you've fallen ill with pneumonia. can't really do no crazy-ass bird-chirping with a ladle-full of pneumonia, so while you did promise them that it was almost ready and was going to be incredibly soon, you have to delay it
you had your heart in the right place, but shit happens, hopefully people understand
*cough*
You and your brother are birds. You like to chirp. So you're out in the woods all bein' a bird and shit, chirping, when other animals are like "sheeiiit, look and them muhfuckas chirpin'"
So you release a few albums of chirps. You meet a nice, fine looking asian bird, and you're thinking about moving to China. Your brother has already had little birdie children and has a nest with his bird lady, etc. And your brother moved to New Zealand.
Then the manager of That old Chirping label, Hexagon Chirp, is telling all those other animals that both you and your brother are supposed to have come out with another chirp album years ago.
So naturally, you're just like "Goddamn, shit nigga, I'm in China and my bro has a bird nest to worry about. Shut the fuck up, brah."