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Chatting with Wildcat-Squared on Sunday we came across some messed up news. No, not the Croc hunter (that was Monday's news). On Sunday, news broke about Mr. Biggz b.k.a Ron Isley heading to jail for three years for tax evasion.

The first thing I said to Wildcat-Squared when she gave me the news?

"There's going to be a Caravan of Love on his ass pretty soon."

All jokes aside, how do you not pay taxes for 20 years, and then the goverment decided to do something about it 30 years after you started your delinquency? The government is deliquent itself, but we learned that with 9/11 and Katrina.

I think we need to stop naming things with dates and names. I have a friend named Katrina, and cousin born on 9/11. How do you think they feel. What happen to cool names like D-Day or naming an event after the place like Pearl Harbor? Ya know.

Anyway, I got completely off base. Back to the Caravan of Love.

I just feel bad for Mr. Biggz, because someone is going to Float on his Love. He'll probably be Biggie Smalls once the cell door shuts and he's Between the Sheets. And his perm? Damn. This is probably what Michael was in for if they locked him up.

Damn. No more Baby Makin Music. Just the Jail House Rock.