All Syncopated

Gosh, you'll see that not one of those e-mails is from me, and living in the past is the centerpiece of my existence. 9/11, 9/11, 9/11. Otherwise, what do I have? My Homeland Security invention? No. You playing games and me criticizing you for your results? No. Probably my bathroom art. Bon!Yo! Bon!Yo!
You might say Get out of the fracking water, Cupid
or
All those 7-level wipes and it still took years 
to get my lie-berry halfway syncopated.