I'd like to thank:
Chuggo:
Chuggo:
and Chuggo.
And lest I not forget, Chuggo's golden skull staff!
(Which apparently Chuggo takes everywhere, even when he's on his way to court in his suit and his tie. Apparently, Chuggo is either an Ontario barrister, extremely litigious, or simply a general miscreant who is called into court a lot. And how exactly does Chuggo get his golden skull staff through courthouse security? But I digress...)
Everyone else, you know exactly who you are. Take a bow, folks.
Lest the genius behind Chuggo get too stale, I am going to be limiting my mentioning of this great artist in the world of Canadian Rap (popularly known as C-Rap.) I will be dropping his name of excellence from time to time, but not in the fervent, everyday manner that you have seen this week.
But do not despair. Know that there is a Chuggo within all of us. Chuggo is there, eating cornflake chicken in the Olive Garden. Chuggo is breastfeeding his screaming baby in the sushi bar while he lights up a cigarette and blows smoke in your face. Chuggo is walking out of a Circuit City and refusing to show his receipt, causing his ass to get tazed by security. Chuggo is raising a litter of pitbulls and then unleashing them upon panhandlers.
Yes, we have all seen the Chuggo, and the Chuggo is us! Indeed, it is true!
And so, I leave you with one last image of Chuggo, that being Chuggo being slapped by women. A lot.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=bI1BzeKZHcM&feature=relatedAnd know within your heart of hearts that one day Chuggo will return on the back of a waterskiing squirrel.