'Mom, I finally met a man! Yes, well actually, he's an artist. A rapper. His name? Oh, um, did I tell you he drives a Honda? It's really nice. Oh, his name, sorry, I lost track for a second there. Hey did you see Lost last night? No, I'm not changing the subject. OK, fine mom, I'll tell you. It's Shorty. Shorty Shitstain. There, are you happy? Now go ahead, judge him like I knew you would.' A Wu Tang protégé, Shorty looked at the self-effacing charm of Ol' Dirty Bastard's name, and took it about three shades too depressing.You can just call me J-Dub, and I'm out. Peace, ya'll.