This Too Shall Pass

PYP

2010-07-02T11:32:00.000-07:00

dead

2010-06-01T13:54:00.000-07:00

Brief History Of African American Music

2010-05-30T14:00:00.000-07:00

I did this for my lil boo thang

2010-05-24T18:23:00.000-07:00

illustrator fun

2010-05-17T16:11:00.001-07:00

lil ze

i figured i could sell a t shirt with this on it to dudes about to go on maury

FREE GUCCI

2010-03-31T19:00:00.000-07:00

#burr

Call that shit hot lava

2010-03-26T06:07:00.001-07:00

Bored at work

2010-02-25T13:18:00.000-08:00

So I drew this.

It's been a minute....

2010-02-22T10:52:00.001-08:00

It's been a minute....

Okay so the last time I spoke to y'all, it was about a butterfly, and
the cycle of life, some shit. Well, I have gone through some changes
as well, just like a butterfly (not getting it tatted on my face or
nuthin). I went from being so deep my own world that my eyes weren't
open to what God was telling me, to fighting for my life, to where I
am now: a bit more focused, with a different outlook on life and the
people around me.

About 4 months ago, A nigga shot me in the back point blank in a
bullshit ass robbery at a gas station 4 blocks down from the crib. I
was in the hospital for about a month witha bullet still inside me.
Let's just say I really wasn't thinkin bout blogging.

I really can't go into too much about it since it's awaiting trial,
but i will say that when you get shot, you think about every Mobb Deep
song you ever listened to, repeating the lyrics to yourself over and
over.

I got hit about an inch away from my spine, so I consider that a
blessing. No long term effects (that I know of). That means I'm here
for some reason, because I shouldn't be here. I expected to die, and
I didn't.

I'm thankful for breath, to be able to take a deep breath of air
without pain. I can walk. I can go about my day without assistance.
That's real shit.

I'm a better person now. Not because I went through it, but because I
now realize the value of the time I been wasting. I can't get a day
back.

Tired of writing..

I feel good about myself.

2009-09-21T15:16:00.000-07:00

I saved this Lil nigga from getting eaten by a rottweilier. He looked
like he just busted out the chrysalis (word to 4th grade science
class), but prolly not, since its not really the time of year for all
that... May have been on his way to mexico... Who knows, mabye after
I put him on the wall, a bird flew through and ate it, thus negating
my good intentions. That's the circle of life fo dat ass.

Well, at least I tried, and got a pic to prove it. RIP Monarch.

Accomplishment 1/101: climb mountain.

2009-09-12T11:46:00.000-07:00

I did that shit.... Bow bow!!!

Black folk be trippin sometimes...

2009-07-07T12:05:00.000-07:00

Sent from my iPhone

Look atcha boy...

2009-06-26T06:03:00.000-07:00

Yall saw I sucked with the last brushes app artwork, but tell me I
ain't stepped my game up just a little...
< BG> Waaaaaaahhh check me out! </ BG>

Sunrises

2009-06-12T04:42:00.000-07:00

Waking up at 4:30am sucks terribly, but something about sunrises makes
me feel like, "life is worth living". It promotes motivation and
shit, I guess because most good sunrises get slapped on a motivational
poster...

Here's my sunrise, check it out...

Please post recipes

2009-05-30T14:27:00.001-07:00

Jasmine rice recipes are necessary. I got enough rice to feed the
whole hood. Help me out here.

Some shit I did in the brushes app...

2009-05-30T13:37:00.001-07:00

Check me out, first day using the muhfucka...

Make Em Say "uhhhhhh"....

2009-05-18T06:44:00.000-07:00

Recently found this in my cd shit box, pretty amazing how no limit ran
the rap game from the trunk of a car for a little while...

Jordan XI Nubuck Re-Release on May 30=Copped.

2009-05-14T20:16:00.000-07:00

I can't get into the Raging Bull V DMP pack, because I call myself "dressing grown" n' shit, and all-red anything at my age just ain't what's poppin' (for various reasons I won't discuss) but I think I must renege (if y'all don't know what that means, think about spades) on the 'bucks.

I got the card in the mail with my Jordan mag, but I was broke at the time, and it wasn't going down. I'm a fan of XI's especially, for the quality of the leather they use, and the fact that they don't crease easily at all. That alone, combined with the support of a mid-top, I'll rock wit' it.

I am going to justify this purchase with a Average Cost Per Use Formula, taking into consideration that I would wear them, for various reasons, hoopin' or chillin', at least 2 to 3 years on and off for random things, hell, I've got a pair of Taxi low XIs that I cut grass in, and have had them since... hmm.... 05? I've rocked the shit out of them.

So that would add up to around 200-350 wears totally throughout the life of the shoe, and devided by the retail price of 150, adding shipping/tax/whatever on top, around 165.

I am not in the right state of mind to be doing division n' shit at the moment, but I hope you understand the concept I am trying to explain, which is making sure that the "wants" will get used enough to justify the purpose.

Whatever, I'm just rambling now...

Some new shit i'm working on

2009-05-06T06:11:00.001-07:00

Okay, so I want to start a video blog, but one that is more like an
Internet TV show, but integrated, ya dig? The topic is life, dating,
and relationships for upwardly mobile, proactive twenty-somethings,
not necessarily black or white, but from a real muh-fucka standpoint.
Of course, nobody gives a shit about what I have to say anyway, that's
why I will bring fine-ass, intelligent guests on the show to engage in
authentic discourse regarding topics such as open relationships,
changing dynamics in courting traditions, cheating, and shit like
that. It won't be confined to this, as there will be other agendas to
be touched on (pause), such as reviews of kickin' it spots around the
country that contain top-notch men and women. I even plan on doing
some live call ins on some tom joyner shit, but not really. As the
ideas come, I'll elaborate more.

Sent from my iPhone

Waves

2009-04-20T19:14:00.001-07:00

Young black men all over America, and mabye the world, are meticulous
about their hair for the winter months, rocking the durag overnight,
brushing the hell out of their hair, and smell like Murray's hair
pomade for 4 months while they prep for summertime shinin' on the
females. Many grow their hair out as thick as they can get it while
still maintaining a wave pattern, and then cut it with the grain and
have that shit just seasickening. To me, waves are fresher than
braids, they are more accepted by white folks that tend to cut
paychecks, and the womenz like to rub on my head, ya dig?

Shittin' on 'em...

Interesting Shit About Pirates

2009-04-19T07:03:00.001-07:00

I knew it was something behind this magnificently gangsta resurgence of piracy along the African coast, and now I see why. At first I was like, "these niggas is makin' bank", ready to get my own click of hungry niggas together with some jetskis and double clip mac 90's and grenade launchers to ride on some Carnival Cruise fuckboys, but then I thought about it, and said to myself, "what are their motives?". Of course, the CAKE, but something else deeper than that. Check this shit out. AND READ THE WHOLE DAMN THING, THE SHIT IS NOT THAT LONG, YOU SHORT ATTENTION SPANNED, GOLDFISH-BRAIN MOTHAFUCKA.

Johann Hari

Columnist, London Independent
Posted April 13, 2009 | 10:05 AM (EST)

You Are Being Lied to About Pirates

Who imagined that in 2009, the world's governments would be declaring a new War on Pirates? As you read this, the British Royal Navy - backed by the ships of more than two dozen nations, from the US to China - is sailing into Somalian waters to take on men we still picture as parrot-on-the-shoulder pantomime villains. They will soon be fighting Somalian ships and even chasing the pirates onto land, into one of the most broken countries on earth. But behind the arrr-me-hearties oddness of this tale, there is an untold scandal. The people our governments are labeling as "one of the great menace of our times" have an extraordinary story to tell -- and some justice on their side.

Pirates have never been quite who we think they are. In the "golden age of piracy" - from 1650 to 1730 - the idea of the pirate as the senseless, savage thief that lingers today was created by the British government in a great propaganda-heave. Many ordinary people believed it was false: pirates were often rescued from the gallows by supportive crowds. Why? What did they see that we can't? In his book Villains of All nations, the historian Marcus Rediker pores through the evidence to find out. If you became a merchant or navy sailor then - plucked from the docks of London's East End, young and hungry - you ended up in a floating wooden Hell. You worked all hours on a cramped, half-starved ship, and if you slacked off for a second, the all-powerful captain would whip you with the Cat O' Nine Tails. If you slacked consistently, you could be thrown overboard. And at the end of months or years of this, you were often cheated of your wages.

Pirates were the first people to rebel against this world. They mutinied against their tyrannical captains - and created a different way of working on the seas. Once they had a ship, the pirates elected their captains, and made all their decisions collectively. They shared their bounty out in what Rediker calls "one of the most egalitarian plans for the disposition of resources to be found anywhere in the eighteenth century." They even took in escaped African slaves and lived with them as equals. The pirates showed "quite clearly - and subversively - that ships did not have to be run in the brutal and oppressive ways of the merchant service and the Royal navy." This is why they were popular, despite being unproductive thieves.

The words of one pirate from that lost age - a young British man called William Scott - should echo into this new age of piracy. Just before he was hanged in Charleston, South Carolina, he said: "What I did was to keep me from perishing. I was forced to go a-pirating to live." In 1991, the government of Somalia - in the Horn of Africa - collapsed. Its nine million people have been teetering on starvation ever since - and many of the ugliest forces in the Western world have seen this as a great opportunity to steal the country's food supply and dump our nuclear waste in their seas.

Yes: nuclear waste. As soon as the government was gone, mysterious European ships started appearing off the coast of Somalia, dumping vast barrels into the ocean. The coastal population began to sicken. At first they suffered strange rashes, nausea and malformed babies. Then, after the 2005 tsunami, hundreds of the dumped and leaking barrels washed up on shore. People began to suffer from radiation sickness, and more than 300 died. Ahmedou Ould-Abdallah, the UN envoy to Somalia, tells me: "Somebody is dumping nuclear material here. There is also lead, and heavy metals such as cadmium and mercury - you name it." Much of it can be traced back to European hospitals and factories, who seem to be passing it on to the Italian mafia to "dispose" of cheaply. When I asked Ould-Abdallah what European governments were doing about it, he said with a sigh: "Nothing. There has been no clean-up, no compensation, and no prevention."

At the same time, other European ships have been looting Somalia's seas of their greatest resource: seafood. We have destroyed our own fish-stocks by over-exploitation - and now we have moved on to theirs. More than $300m worth of tuna, shrimp, lobster and other sea-life is being stolen every year by vast trawlers illegally sailing into Somalia's unprotected seas. The local fishermen have suddenly lost their livelihoods, and they are starving. Mohammed Hussein, a fisherman in the town of Marka 100km south of Mogadishu, told Reuters: "If nothing is done, there soon won't be much fish left in our coastal waters."

This is the context in which the men we are calling "pirates" have emerged. Everyone agrees they were ordinary Somalian fishermen who at first took speedboats to try to dissuade the dumpers and trawlers, or at least wage a 'tax' on them. They call themselves the Volunteer Coastguard of Somalia - and it's not hard to see why. In a surreal telephone interview, one of the pirate leaders, Sugule Ali, said their motive was "to stop illegal fishing and dumping in our waters... We don't consider ourselves sea bandits. We consider sea bandits [to be] those who illegally fish and dump in our seas and dump waste in our seas and carry weapons in our seas." William Scott would understand those words.

No, this doesn't make hostage-taking justifiable, and yes, some are clearly just gangsters - especially those who have held up World Food Programme supplies. But the "pirates" have the overwhelming support of the local population for a reason. The independent Somalian news-site WardherNews conducted the best research we have into what ordinary Somalis are thinking - and it found 70 percent "strongly supported the piracy as a form of national defence of the country's territorial waters." During the revolutionary war in America, George Washington and America's founding fathers paid pirates to protect America's territorial waters, because they had no navy or coastguard of their own. Most Americans supported them. Is this so different?

Did we expect starving Somalians to stand passively on their beaches, paddling in our nuclear waste, and watch us snatch their fish to eat in restaurants in London and Paris and Rome? We didn't act on those crimes - but when some of the fishermen responded by disrupting the transit-corridor for 20 percent of the world's oil supply, we begin to shriek about "evil." If we really want to deal with piracy, we need to stop its root cause - our crimes - before we send in the gun-boats to root out Somalia's criminals.

The story of the 2009 war on piracy was best summarised by another pirate, who lived and died in the fourth century BC. He was captured and brought to Alexander the Great, who demanded to know "what he meant by keeping possession of the sea." The pirate smiled, and responded: "What you mean by seizing the whole earth; but because I do it with a petty ship, I am called a robber, while you, who do it with a great fleet, are called emperor." Once again, our great imperial fleets sail in today - but who is the robber?

Johann Hari is a writer for the Independent newspaper.

I'm currently researching more on this subject, and more on how we can get a whole ship to break they muthafuckin selves.

One hunnid.

Ain't I clean...

2009-04-18T10:04:00.000-07:00

than ya uncle at his funeral? I swag slapped a bitch that day and
knocked out a bicuspid...

Ooh shit... Ass overload!!!

2009-04-16T12:54:00.001-07:00

EverydayJaneDope, I wish you would tell me this ain't no ass so I can
pull your ass authority card...

Asses @ home...

2009-04-12T02:14:00.000-07:00

I will recieve qualified criticism for this, but no matter, for it is
drought season, and I'll take what I can get.

Mo' Booty

2009-04-07T11:53:00.000-07:00

Now tell me that ain't no ass so I can tell you you'se a damn lie and
the truth ain't in ya!!! Lawdhammercy...

Fwd: friendzone

2009-04-06T10:32:00.001-07:00

> Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
>
> Sally Albright: Why not?
>
> Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any
> way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because
> the sex part always gets in the way.
>
> Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and
> there is no sex involved.
>
> Harry Burns: No you don't.
>
> Sally Albright: Yes I do.
>
> Harry Burns: No you don't.
>
> Sally Albright: Yes I do.
>
> Harry Burns: You only think you do.
>
> Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my
> knowledge?
>
> Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with
> you.
>
> Sally Albright: They do not.
>
> Harry Burns: Do too.
>
> Sally Albright: They do not.
>
> Harry Burns: Do too.
>
> Sally Albright: How do you know?
>
> Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he
> finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
>
> Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a
> woman he finds unattractive?
>
> Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
>
> Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
>
> Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out
> there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of
> the story.
>
> Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
>
> Harry Burns: I guess not.
>
> Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in
> New York.

Asses at work

2009-03-25T09:47:00.000-07:00

You had to have been standing where I was to properly appreciate
this. With a centaurian posterior such as this, one cannot help but
assume that the aquafina flow is strong with this one.

What a good dog to not have bitten this kid's face off

2009-03-16T08:45:00.000-07:00

Choppa Suit

2009-03-15T10:09:00.000-07:00

The funniest shit I have seen all week. Not the video, but the comments NT left on the video...

Old Joe Clark Lean On Me suit

Old Carl Thomas I'll never be the same again suit

Old Varnell Hill suit

Montell Jordan This is How We Do It suit

Coach Carter championship game suit

Old New Jack City G Money suit

Old Sinbad hosting the Apollo suit

Ron from Different World suit

Old Kenny Smith Inside the NBA suit

Deion Sanders "Must Be the Money" video suit

Ol Robert Townsend Parenthood suit

Old Ralph Tresvant "You need a man with sensitivity " suit

OLD BOBBY BROWN DONT BE CRUEL SUIT WEARING ASS NIGGA

OL JOHNNY CAGE FROM MORTAL COMBAT 1 THE MOVIE SUIT WEARING ASS NIGGA

Old Gary Coleman on Martin "Mad Dog No Good" suit

ayo i kno this nigga dont think he cool with his bobby brown every little step i take suit on

Old Mc Donalds "I woke up and saw you creeping" suit

Old 1988 Mitch Green "after getting beat up by Tyson" interview suit

Old Uncle Junior from the Jamie Foxx show suit

Wesley Snipes "Mo Betta Blues" suit

Old "In Living Color" Shawn Wayans DJ SW1 suit

Ol Larry from Threes Company Regal Beagle suit

ol welcome back kotter teacher suit wearin ass nigga

ol this my uncle suit from when he got married in 85 suit wearin ass nigga

Old Tommy Davidson "Strictly Business" suit

Kyle from Living Single suit

1994 Ced The Entertainer Comic View Special suit

Ol baggy Heavy D "Now that we found love" suit

Ol Hustleman " Playing Pick Up The Pieces with a Kazoo stuck to a saxophone" audition suit

Old Lou Rawls "United Negro College Fund" telethon suit

just came home from the vietnam war suit ass nicca

Ol' Mr. McDowell from Coming to America suit wear azz nigga.

1996 Chauncey from Black Street "Dont Leave Me" suit

Ol 86' Pierre Cardan Palm Sunday suit

1998 Ed Gordon Bet News suit

Old Tevin Campbell guest appearance on Fresh Prince of Bel Air suit

Old Wayne Wonder "No Holding Back" video suit

you ol millie vanillie shoulder pads suit wearin ass nigga

Old Kirk Franklin "Thats the reason why I sing" suit

Old Calvin from 227 when he took Brenda out on a date suit

Ol 91' Bobby Jones BET Gospel suit

Nigga found himself a throw back Steve Harvey suite after the show was canceled.

Looks like a Lamont Sanford polyesther suit.

Ol 95' Soul 4 Real "Candy Rain" suit

OLE "PATRICK EWING SITTING ON THE BENCH INJURED" SUIT HAVING ASS BOI

OL AARON HALL I MISS YOU SUIT WEARIN ASS NIGGA

OL ROY JONES YA MUST HAVE FORGOT!! SUIT WEARIN ASS NIGGUH

Ol Hanging with Mr. Cooper suit

OLE "JOHNNY GILL MY MY MY YOU SURE LOOK GOOD TONIGHT" SUIT

Old Rodney King " Cant we all just get along" press conference suit

this nigga is rockin the same suit off of master p "the last don" album cover

Old Tnt Basketball Craig Sager suit wearin ass

Ole Motown Philly " doom doom doom dada" suit wearing ass nigga

Bernie mac off of dont be a menace " I hate yo blk skin" suit wearin azz nigga...

Ole Professor Klump after the potion suit wearing ass nigga

Ole Stephan R Kel Family Matters suit

Honorable Elijah Mohammed Fruit Of Islam suit

ole gangsta lean song suit wearin ass nigga

TWO GOONS LOOKIN FOR CHOPPA SUIT

OL STEVE HIGHTOWER SUIT FROM STEVE HARVEY SHOW WEARING ASS NI66A

Old Jason Weaver in "Smart Guy" high school dance suit

OLE SCARFACE "MY MIND'S PLAYING TRICKS ON ME" SUIT

REGGIE MILLER PRES CONFERENCE SUIT WEARIN ASS NIGGA

Lavar Burton Reading Rainbow suit

OL MC HAMMER AT THA BANKRUPTCY MEETING SUIT WEARING ASS

Shaggy "Mister Boombastic" reggae video shoot suit

OLE EMPTY COLLECTION PLATE PASSING SUIT WEARING NIGGA

Those were just a few out of thousands left on the video, had me dying at work...

Grocery store booty

2009-03-12T16:07:00.000-07:00

Donkey on aisle 5, donkey on aisle 5...

Rants

2009-03-07T08:35:00.000-08:00

1. There has been a shortage of asses at work for some reason. It
must be the recession.

2. Women in 09 ain't loyal for shit. I'm listening to 3 of my boys
tell me about how they think they're getting cheated on... Smh...
Single with the occasional fling FTW...

3. Finally got around to doing my taxes, and decided to direct
deposit my return into my etrade account. I might regret this later.

4. 2K sports sucks. I tried to call the customer support hotline to
file a complaint, because Eddie House is money on clutch 3's from the
corner, and he was 0 for 6. Zero for damn six. What a travesty. And
I was on hold for an hour, during which I decided to shoot threes with
Ray Allen, and Rajon Rondo, which performed well. I'll go online to
file my complaint, as well as my petition to have Eddie House's 3pt
rating increased.

5. Today must be call Verizon day at Camp Dumbass.

6. When women "tYp3 lYK3 tH15", it is interpreted by me to mean "I am
not the smartest girl you ever met, and I'll let you fuck me in random
public places if you give me a smirnoff ice.". I'm 2 for 3 so far with
this.

7. There's a fatty in front of me, but there's also people standing
next to me, impeding my photography. It's a nice 36 year old lookin
one. Shit.

8. Erykah Badu Is the truth. I love that woman, off of depth
alone... We need more black women like her in the world.

9. We are about to be in a fucking depression, do you understand this
shit? Like 1930s type shit, forreal. Get your guns up, and get your
gold up. More talk on that later.

10. My dog is finally off her cycle, and acting normal again. I was
worried about her for a minute, she was being too friendly...

11. The urge to buy Jordans incessantly has subsided, and I think my
consumerist drive is dying down. I been all about this cash flow. I
just now got around to reading "the richest man in Babylon", and I'm
definitely soaking up good game.

12. I almost got robbed the other day. The only reason I didn't is
because I listened to my gut, which I will be doing at all times from
now on. An unprepared weapon is not a weapon.

Umma holla at y'all later. Duces.

Sent from my iPhone

That Bitch Look Like 911 A Day Later...

2009-03-07T06:44:00.000-08:00

Big niggas shouldn't use urinals.

2009-03-05T13:37:00.000-08:00

I saw dude squeeze in there, I was like "nah playa", dude didn't want
to take the handicapped stall, and this is what happened.

Fatties FTL

2009-03-04T20:28:00.000-08:00

i'm posting this primarily to keep up with it, because DKY knows his shit, and he's less annoying than that Jim Kramer muh-fucka...

last post for a while, so listen up for my thoughts on market direction from here...

leading stocks that have held up very well since the crash are selling off hard on high volume and approaching or are at november lows. that's very bearish. i think a mini-crash is coming soon in equities, though we could get an oversold bounce for a few days first.

i think TALF opens up march 25... that's a $1 trillion credit expansion if i'm not wrong. that could hold the market up for a little while before the selling wave this summer.

deflation and deleveraging will reign king for most of 2009, but we could see the first signs of inflation this fall as fed-synthesized credit bleeds into equities and commodities. the minute the fed stops issuing interest on banks' excess deposits (which are currently an unprecedented 8x required reserves bc of the fed's unprecedented policy) could also be the beginning of a huge expansion in liquid credit.

gold has already started rising on inflationary risk and as structural weakness in EUR, CAD, and AUD cause holders of those currencies to shift their liquidity into safer havens. the exodus out of USD and JPY could finally begin this fall as deleveraging eases up and credit spreads start tightening. inflation could kick in around 2010 and really kick into full force 2011-2012, especially in europe. hyperinflation in ukraine, latvia, hungary, sweden, and mexico are possible. too early to tell but gold is a buy in a few weeks to months once it bases out after its double top at $1000/oz.

insurers are facing huge headwinds. pru and hig could end up like aig. european banks face huge selling pressures bc of eastern european crisis. cs, db, rbs all potential 0s. REITs are gonna go down big in 2009 as commercial real estate enters crisis, stocks like spg, vno, and bxp. airliners, same.

kids, eastern european debacle is just as bad if not worse than subprime (which western european banks already have to deal with). europe is toast. some eastern european nations may see hyperinflation in a few years. ukraine, latvia, hungary, romania just look horrendous. euro = toast.

america is pretty much immune because everyone bought into the $13 trillion ponzi scheme known as the US Treasury. i must say, however, obama is doing a much less than spectacular job as staving off equity collapse, even worse than i thought he'd do. clearly there's little he can do, especially because he believes the solution is increasing government recklessly, but even given those premises, confidence has not improved. at the end of the day, the fed and treasury will prevent any real collapse in america, tho we could see 15%+ unemployment rates in the not-so-distant future.

watch for civil unrest in europe (especially eastern part), north africa, persian gulf, and latin america in the next 4-5 years.
long: precious metals and miners on pullback. stocks like gg, rgld, gold, abx, aem, iag, jag, ng, bvn, etc.
short: Airliners
American Airlines (AMR)
UAL Corp (UAUA)
Delta Airlines (DAL)
Continental Airlines (CAL)
US Airways (LCC)

REITs
Simon Property Group (SPG)
Vornado Realty Trust (VNO)
Boston Property Group (BXP)
Brookfield Properties (BPO)
Equity Residential (EQR)
Kimco Realty (KIM)
HCP (HCP)
Public Storage (PSA)

Insurers
Allstate (ALL)
Metlife (MET)
Prudential (PRU)
Hartford (HIG)
China Life Insurance (LFC)
Principal Financial Group (PFG)
Loews (L)

Banks
Goldman Sachs (GS)
Morgan Stanley (MS)
Wells Fargo (WFC)
JP Morgan Chase (JPM)
PNC Financial (PNC)
M&T Bankcorp (MTB)
Comerica (CMA)

Educations
ITT (ESI)
Apollo Group (APOL)
Strayer (STRA)
New Oriental (EDU)

Securities Exchanges
CME (CME)
NYSE Euronext (NYX)
Intercontinental Exchange (ICE)

European Equities
Vodafone (VOD)
J Sainsbury (JSAIY)
RWE (RWEOY)
Telefonica (TEF)
Deutsche Bank (DB)
Credit Suisse (CS)
UBS (UBS)
Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS)
Societe Generale (SCGLY)
Telenor (TELNY)
BNP Paribas (BNPQY)
Allianz (AZ)
Itrion (ITRI)

essentially, he recommends that we buy gold, which i will do, because anything that competes with the dollar is full of win.

Asses at work

2009-02-16T20:41:00.000-08:00

Yeah... All good, minus them boots... Ugh...

I don't wanna die lonely...

2009-02-15T13:30:00.000-08:00

Real Niggas Exfoliate

2009-02-10T10:24:00.000-08:00

I don't usually do product reviews, but I gotta send a shout out to St
Ives Apricot Scrub, cause they got a ya boy's grill immaculate, aside
from the scar... This shit is a deciding factor in swag analysis, as
no man that is deemed "cosmetically aware" is such without an
exfoliating scrub, and this is the hardest one on the block, besides
mud mask. Beg to differ if you want, and stay yo ass in the mirror
popping zits, ol chocolate chip cookie faced muhfucka...

Dey spinnin nigga! Dey spinnin...

2009-02-05T20:16:00.000-08:00

Ya boy is about to be rockin 360 by the summer, like a damn tsunami or
some shit... Some Murray's, a durag, and a brush and i'm wavy like
owwww...

Another ass at work

2009-02-02T11:18:00.000-08:00

They need to change the company name to donk incorporated, cause I see
too many on a daily...

Fatty I seen on the elevator

2009-01-30T15:44:00.000-08:00

It looks better in person, that's on my mama. I would have taken a
better picture, but it was a whole bunch of white folks on the
elevator that look like they snitch for a living...

More to come tho, don't sleep on TTSP!

Myspace

2009-01-26T22:09:00.000-08:00

This ass I saw today

2009-01-13T13:10:00.000-08:00

I know, it's not remarkable, but I was bored at the merger meeting and
thought I would share it with y'all.

Holla

rejected from eHarmony

2009-01-10T17:38:00.000-08:00

Dirty Rice is the shit.

2009-01-05T23:07:00.000-08:00

If I knew how to make it from scratch, I would, but I don't, so I
spent 6.42 on ground beef and this box of dirty rice, which is so
fuckin delicious it just makes me want to eat the whole fuckin pot.
It's 1am, I have to work in the morning, and I should be asleep, but I
couldn't, cause it just keeps callin me, word to Pookie...

Fresh in 09 for all you suckas!

2009-01-01T14:02:00.001-08:00

Happy new year to you all, and as usual when this time comes around,
we make resolutions that we end up breaking sometimes weeks after
starting them. When I actually thought about it, I have never kept a
new years resolution. Nothing changed, I just did the same thing,
only with more fail involved since I set the resolution to begin
with. This year will be different, however.

First, I am done smoking all forms of smokable substance. I know this
probably won't stick, but if only for a month, at least I'll get rid
of those damn cigarettes, mabye cut the weed back to once in a while
on the weekends ;-)

The second resolution is to work out three times a week, every week.
This I plan to adhere to strictly, since spring break is only a few
months away, and ima take my shirt off and all the hoes stop
breathing, word to Gucci Mane. This includes a slight diet change,
but I eat pretty healthy, minus the pork (I'm from the south, we
season EVERYTHING with pork).

And as I smoke my last cigarette, and listen to the rounds fired
throughout the city, I feel a sense of resolve and determination, so
much to the point where I will blog about my progress, which will be
slow, yet beneficial.

Not only does a new year bring new people into your life, it also
means that it's that time to weed people out that aren't doing
positive shit with their lives. Trust, I deleted more numbers than I
got tonight, and I got a few, considering my pregame warmup was quite
rigorous.

[next day]

I didn't get a chance to publish this blog when I wanted to, since the
seagrams, grey goose, sailor jerry, and patron all kicked in at the
worst possible time, rendering my writing skills useless. I wrote the
first half of this waiting in line at the bar at the first party, and
planned on finishing at the other house party I went to, which had
more liquor, and way more drunk white girls, which I must add, are my
favorite.

I woke up the next morning in a room full of Justin Timberlake and
Rhianna posters, with white girl hair in my face and a white girl arm
on my chest. I guess I passed out over this girl's house (don't ask
me how I got there, I seriously don't remember), which was large and
nicely furnished. I look around, and there's other girls sleep around
me in different awkward positions, and I wonder if I got any action
from the girl laying on me. She woke up, and kissed me on the neck,
and asked me if I slept well, to which I replied no. She hopped on
top of me and asked if I had a condom, I didn't have one. She left
the room, I went back to sleep, and when I woke up again, she was
rolling a lifestyle down my dick and jacking me off, which was an
awesome way to start the new year. We got busy with the other girls
in the room (not an orgy, but I mean the other girls didn't wake up
while we were getting it in), and it was kinda nice. I got mines,
threw the condom on the floor by the bed, put my clothes back on,
asked her to get me some orange juice, got her number, thanked her for
her hospitality, and bounced the hell out. I really gotta get up with
her again, because she was really cute, and very cooperative, which
are two attributes I like in women. Not to mention either her or her
family is breaded up.

I went back to the crib and slept again, this time not waking up until
around 4pm, with about 35 "happy new years text messages".

As far as my stop smoking resolution goes, I'm good on it for the most
part, since the only thing I smoked was the rest of a black n mild
that was left in my ashtray. I'm not "niccin" too hard, which is
good. The last blunt was gone last night, also, so i'm doing a good
job so far.

Well, I got some seating arrangements to make, since everybody can't
have a front row seat to the movie of "life in 09", starring me.
Somebodys gotta be in the nosebleeds, especially if they bring nothing
to the table.

Y'all have a throwed-ass 09, and remember to do bigger and better shit
than you were doing in 08, since 08 kinda sucked anyway, except for
the Obama campaign.

Duces.

Sent from my iPhone

What's good

2008-12-28T22:20:00.001-08:00

First off, I am drunk off about 8 shots of Seagrams apple gin, so
please excuse my grammatical errors and non sequitur remarks.

Due to the massive influx of out of
state homies coming to the crib to kick it, I haven't had the time to
blog. For this, I reprimand myself, for I have set blogging goals, as
I would with a workout regiment. I have been inebriated in some way,
shape, or form since Christmas eve, and it is starting to get old.

I mean, the whole family thing is cool, but damn.... For most of
these people, I can see them one time and be cool with seeing them for
a while... Actually until next year... Why front?

I guess my true colors come out when I'm shitfaced, because I promise
you I went on an all-out pussy campaign, strategically planning how I
would approach females that I had previously smashed and forgot to
call back months ago. It was fairly awkward, but it worked. It even
worked too well, for I had two females lined up, and had to play sleep
on one of them... Yeah, I know... Lame... But at least I'm fuckin...

Now alt+tab over to your tnaflix while I get my smash on.

:hat

Sent From my iPhone

Growing Marijuana With Government Money

2008-12-24T00:36:00.000-08:00

By CLAUDIA DREIFUS

Published: December 22, 2008

Q. WHAT EXACTLY DOES THE MARIJUANA PROJECT DO?

Kevin Bain for The New York Times

A. Though cannabis had been used by man for thousands of years, it wasn’t until 1964 that the actual chemical structure of the active ingredient, tetrahydrocannabinol — THC — was determined. That stimulated new research on the plant.

At this laboratory, which began in 1968, we often investigate marijuana’s chemistry. We also have a farm where we grow cannabis for federally approved researchers. Our material is employed in clinical studies around the country, to see if the active ingredient in this plant is useful for pain, nausea, glaucoma, for AIDS patients and so on. For these tests, researchers need standardized material for cigarettes or THC pills. We grow the cannabis as contractors for the National Institute on Drug Abuse — NIDA. And the only researchers who can get our material are those with special permits. We have visitors at the building now and then who ask, “Oh, do you give samples?” We say, “No!”

Q. WHY BOTHER CULTIVATING YOUR OWN MARIJUANA WHEN LAW ENFORCEMENT ORGANIZATIONS SEIZE BRICKS OF IT EVERY DAY?

A. The most obvious reason is that with confiscated marijuana, you don’t really know what you have. When researchers are performing clinical tests, they must have standardized material that will be the same every time. And it must be safe. You certainly wouldn’t want to give a sick person something sprayed with pesticide or angel dust, substances we’ve detected in some illicit marijuana.

When this project first started in the late 1960s, people thought, “Oh, we’ll get materials for testing after a big bust happens.” So the first batch was acquired that way. They made an extract out of the seized material, and it turned out to be contaminated with tung oil. That brought home the point: if you’re going to do clinical trials on humans, you’d better know what you’re using and where it came from. Hence, our farm.

Another thing: pharmaceutical researchers are often looking at something they call “the dose response.” They want to know what happens to a patient smoking a marijuana cigarette with 1 percent THC versus 2 percent or 8 percent. Without standardized material, you can’t accurately test which produced the best or worst result.

Q. ONE OF THE BASIC PRINCIPLES OF AGRONOMY IS TO START WITH GOOD SEEDS. WHERE DO YOUR SEEDS COME FROM?

A. That’s a very good question. Most of the illicit material in the 1960s came from Mexico. So, in collaboration with the D.E.A. and the Mexican government, we acquired those seeds. Later, we acquired others from Colombia, Thailand, Jamaica, India, Pakistan and places in the Middle East. That permitted us to study chemical and botanical differences. By 1976, we were growing about 96 different varieties.

Interestingly, that led us to see that there was only one species of cannabis. It had always been thought that there were many. But you could see that the chemistry of this plant is the same qualitatively no matter where it comes from. What makes each different is the relative proportion of the different chemicals in there, which doesn’t make a different species. It’s really the same species, but different varieties of it. The different types of varieties hybridize very easily.

Q. DOES THIS MEAN THAT ONE COULD MAKE GENETICALLY MODIFIED CANNABIS?

A. Yes. Absolutely. That actually has been the trend over the years in the cultivation in the illicit market, and also in the legal market, where we are doing genetic selection, where we select specific materials that have the genes that produce higher levels of THC or some of the other ingredients.

Q. SO OUT THERE IN RURAL NORTHERN CALIFORNIA, HAVE THEY BEEN IMPROVING THEIR CROPS WITH MODERN GENETICS?

A. They have been doing genetic selection for years. You can see the potency keeps going up. In the 1970s, the seized marijuana had probably 1 percent or less of the active ingredient. Now, it’s about 8 percent, on the average.

Q. HOW DID YOU COME TO YOUR UNUSUAL SPECIALTY?

A. The honest truth is that it began out of necessity. In 1975, while I was in my last year of graduate school in natural products chemistry at the University of Pittsburgh, the Lord provided me with twin daughters. My graduate student stipend was already over, and my adviser said, “You need to quickly find a job.”

So he recommended me for a postdoctoral fellowship at the University of Mississippi’s Research Institute of Pharmaceutical Sciences. My first job here had to do with poison ivy. Then a better-paying position opened up at the Marijuana Project, and I moved to that. I liked the research, and I got on well with my supervisor and mentor, Dr. Carlton Turner, who later became the director of drug abuse policy in the Reagan White House. So, this work, it just happened.

Q. DO YOUR NEIGHBORS EVER KID YOU ABOUT YOUR JOB?

A. My daughters, when they were in grade school, the teachers would ask them, “What does your father do?” And they’d say, “He grows marijuana.” And the teachers’ eyes would grow wide. After a while, my daughters said: “He works at the University of Mississippi. He’s a professor.”

Mahmoud A. ElSohly, 62, a research professor at the School of Pharmacy at the University of Mississippi, presides over a farm that grows nearly a hundred varieties of marijuana plants. As director of the Marijuana Project, he oversees the only federally approved marijuana plantation in the country. We spoke for two hours in September at his laboratory in Oxford, Miss., and later again by telephone. An edited version of the conversations follows.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: December 24, 2008
A question-and-answer interview on Tuesday with Mahmoud A. Elsohly, who grows marijuana for research purposes, overstated the role of one government agency in the research. Although the National Institute on Drug Abuse does indeed contract with Dr. ElSohly’s laboratory to grow the cannabis for federally approved researchers, it does not issue permits to the researchers. (As the article noted, the Drug Enforcement Administration does.)

More Articles in Health » A version of this article appeared in print on December 23, 2008, on page D6 of the New York edition.

chedda, you'se a smart nigga...

2008-12-22T17:31:00.001-08:00

I told myself I was gonna start a JDUBgetscheddarblog.com, but i been bullshittin.

and here I am, on the internet, just browsing and shit, and I see this.

damn. how the hell did I miss out on this?

i know chedda is caking his ass off right now, cause I see him ALL THE TIME.

i got some dreamweaver tutorials to do, i'll get back atcha...

peace.

For The Loss...

2008-12-17T20:34:00.000-08:00

too easy...

Punchline of the Day: The Art of Storytelling pt. 4 (Dre's verse)

2008-12-17T07:15:00.000-08:00

So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
I'm like, Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord-Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Exoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin' GO 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Mois
A 100 miles in
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her toI said, Call me when ya'll break up
I don't fuck nobody bitch
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live
Like a Nigga supposed to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Trynna see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like a fight think about it...

Punchline of The Day: Ghostface Killah - "Run" (Kiss' verse)

2008-12-12T07:11:00.000-08:00

Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got fine hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sales, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
but I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that
Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at
And I'm asthmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at
But they too close, and I got this new toast
'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do...

Kiss had the hardest verse on the song... "I gotta take my shirt off..."

Myspace Angles

2008-12-10T13:23:00.000-08:00

Yo...

So you're mackin this broad on Myspace, and you notice that every picture that she takes has the camera looking down on the subject, at a 45 degree angle, with lips puckered up like Wanda from in Living Color.

You pay no attention to it, mack her down, gas her up, and she's at your place two days later with two more friends worth of weight and a false sense of entitlement from all the simping you did the other day.

Gotcho ass...

Rule #1: Women that only post their face at a 45 degree angle are more than likely obese, or cute-challenged.

Rule #2: Women that hide behind cartoon characters/political figures/rappers/Beyonce in their profile pictures are more than likely to be obese, or cute challenged.

Rule #3: Women who use fruit/candy themed pseudonyms, such as "Honey", "Peaches", "Sweetness", "Caramel", or any other food related nomenclature are more than likely to be obese, or cute challenged.

Trust me: I have encountered all of the above, and never have I had a situation where I thought to myself, "damn, she looked kinda weird in her profile pic, but she is fine as fuck in person". Don't fall for the okie doke. Get more pics before you meet up, unless you're going for the whole Craigslist Casual Encounters type deal, in which case, wear a condom, and keep a pistol within arms reach.

If you never paid attention to shit I said ever in the history of this blog, pay attention to this.

Hoes To Housewives: A Failed Lesson in Relationships

2008-12-07T09:12:00.000-08:00

I used to date a woman a few years back when I stayed in Cali. I guess we "dated", but we never became boyfriend and girlfriend.

I met her at her job, got her number, and texted her back and forth for a few days, which eventually led to a date.

The date was cool, primarily because it only cost me 26 dollars, and consisted of a walk on the beach, which women are particularly fond of.

We went back to my crib, chilled, watched a movie, and eventually had loud, agressive, and very good sex.

I woke up in the morning next to her, but unlike other previous occasions when I woke up next to jumpoffs, I didn't snatch the covers off of her and take a picture with my camera phone; I just put my arm around her and went back to sleep.

I was shocked at myself for this blatant display of cuffery, but I thought about it, and I really did have a good time with her that night, and actually had a real conversation with her.

I usually don't have "fun" with females, per se, but I could chill and play Madden the whole time I was around her, and she wouldn't mind at all. She would even make me food while I played, and eventually wanted to learn to play so we could play together.

Sounds like a cool start, right?

Well one of my associates, whom with I had hooped frequently, asked me if I was going out with her. I said, "why the fuck you care?".

"Ay, cuz, a few of the homies done had they way wit her a few times. You got you a runner..."

I'm like, "word? aight.", immediately writing it off as a salty, hatin ass nigga.

"Ask her ex-boyfriend, he'll let you know what's up."

I thought about it for a second, and a few more seconds, trying to figure out why that revelation would benefit him, me, or his homies, since we weren't BFFs or no wack shit like that.

So as time went on, I noticed little slick shit she would do, but tucked it in my pocket and really let it ride, since I was getting everything I wanted, and not even having to give us a title.

She would ask me, "what are we? where do we stand?", and I would say, "we're cool, and we stand on the ground", and leave it at that, dodging them bullets like Neo...

One night, she asked me if I wanted to go to Forum in San Jose with her to go clubbin. I said aight, not thinking that she would have a carful of her other homeboys riding in the backseat. She told me they wanted to go and needed a ride.

Strike one.

When we get there, I realized that I had left my ID at the crib, and couldn't get in the club. She and her homeboys went in without me, and gave me the keys to the car to chill until they came out. Like dat, my nigga?

Strike two.

I fell asleep in the car, pouring shots out the patron them niggas left in the car. I drank about 8 shots by myself and passed out, being woken up by them knocking on the window. I unlocked the door, and they got in, talking about random bullshit. One of the dudes asks her, "you cool to drive?", she's sweating her ass off like "yeah". I ask her, "what did you drink?", she replied, "nothing, I popped a thizz".

I'm like, "where you get that from?", she told me "some dude in the club". I look down, her skirt is hiked all the way up, and I see straight pussy. I'm like, "where the fuck is your underwear? that shit is trashy as hell..." she was like, "I didn't wear any underwear".

Strike three.

So we're on the way back, and she drops me off at the crib first, and was like, "we're gonna go smoke a blunt at Darryl's house, call me in the morning.", and drove off.

So I'm like, "this bitch is whylin'". I didn't say anything to her about it, just tucked it off in the pocket. I really couldn't "prove" that she had done anything wrong, but it just seemed like she was trying to play me like a sucka in front of some other niggas.

At this stage, I'm thinking, "since you already established the fact that you can't trust that bitch, so (self), you need to establish the fact that hoes have money, and you need some of it."

Things are changing, and she starts to question it. I didn't fuck any women during this time, but I did go on a Myspace Mackin' Movement, lining shit up, since I could see that shit wasn't going to end well.

The Hunter XIVs were dropping, and I spit a little bit of game to get her to cop me not only the J's, but the Jordan jacket, hat, tee, and shorts to match the J's.

Time went on, and her mother even referred to her bank account as the ****/JDub fund. I felt bad about this, but I also felt even worse about being seen as that nigga that wifes sluts.

I was so far gone into the game that I had created, that I didn't even reach for my pocket when we went out, I would just order shit, and chill there until she reached in her purse.

I wasn't spending any of my own money, which was cool, but deep down, I felt bad. I guess the pimpin' really wasn't in me, I just wanted it to be. I didn't stop until after I had a new pair of Foams, Penny I's, Ice and Ghost Dunks, and the laser Vs.

This is the worst part of the story, y'all are gonna hate my fuckin' guts for this, but I didn't say I was proud of this, I'm just saying it happened.

I got all my shit from her crib one day after she went to work, J's and everything, and wrote her a note as to why I was leaving her, and affixed her apartment key to the note.

She called me when she got off work, crying, asking what she could do to fix shit, and I told her nothing, because I didn't trust her, and if I couldn't trust her, there was no reason for us to have anything to do with each other.

I smashed one of the Myspace freaks that same night, but I really wasn't over the other chick, and deep down, wanted to be with her, regardless of her past sexual history, or what dudes said about her.

I wanted to strap on the cape, and save me a hoe.

I didn't do it though. I told her we could be cool n' shit, but we could never be together.

We're cool to this day, I listen to her relationship problems, and can still get back up in there when I'm ready, but I think my own immaturity messed this one up to the point where it never would work out.

I'm no saint either, but I learned this:

Never worry about who a woman's been with. If you ask her, one of two things will happen: either she will lie, or tell you something you really didn't want to hear.

I also learned to give someone the benefit of the doubt until they cross the line, despite what other people may say about someone.

I just wanted to share that story, and get it off my chest.

Punchline of the day: Biggie - Brooklyn's Finest

2008-12-05T10:54:00.000-08:00

Fuck fistfights and lame scuffles,
Pillowcase to ya face make the shells muffle...
Shoot ya daughter in her calf muscle,
Fuck a tussle, nickel plated,
Sprinkle coke on the floor and make it drug related,
Most hated, can't fade it...

Biggie - Brooklyn's Finest (first verse)

My nigga Big was better than Jay on this track, not by much though.

That's all I got for ya, be easy.

Sent from my iPhone

Punchline of the day: Lloyd Banks - whip pussy

2008-12-04T07:15:00.000-08:00

You love that girl, don't ya?
That's the only reason I can think of
That'll make you wanna give that broad all of ya paper or..
Mabye rational thinking just ain't in ya nature boy...
But think about what niggas in ya hood'll take ya for...
Mabye ya blinded or mabye you just a bum,
Cause she's a hoe, and you give her everything she wants so,
I'ma tell you the way my mama told me
Back in 1993 remember everything you see cause
Pussy equals power, power puts niggas in prison, prison puts niggas in
positions to be someone he isn't...
Go head and go that route, mabye that's what love's about...
Fuck that, until I'm dead I'ma shout "don't chase it"...

Lloyd Banks - Whip Pussy

This should be playing in the background at all simp interventions
worldwide.

Peace

Sent from my iPhone

Dear government: can a nigga get a bailout?

2008-12-03T18:20:00.001-08:00

I mean damn, a white dude can fly in on a jet to ask for some money he
looks like he already has on deck, can I get broke off too? I mean, I
get a tax return, but I gave y'all that shit from the jump. Can I get
half a million to jump start my life, handle business, and I'll pay
you back when I get on? I never applied for public assistance or food
stamps, so you can't say I ask you for shit all the time. I'm just
saying, nigga needs bailout.

If this country needs change, I need some change. Break bread, Uncle
Sam.

Sent from my iPhone

Embrace That Which Defines You

2008-12-02T12:11:00.000-08:00

what up world.

I like to write.

It doesn't matter what it is, or whether it makes sense.

Sometimes the things I write make sense to some, but not to others.

Therefore, I am writing for the people that I make sense to.

For the most part, I write because I like to chart my own growth and maturity by reading through things that I have written, in order to criticize myself, and sometimes think, "what the hell was I thinking?"

Sometimes, I will look back on something I wrote, thinking to myself, "that really wasn't that bad."

so I don't think the point of this blog is to teach you anything, or offer a service.

the point of this blog is this: What do I think is cool/interesting/bad/awesome, and why I think that way.

i'm going to stop typing and get something to eat. i'm hungry.

Punchline of the Day: Chino XL - I Told You So

2008-12-02T10:41:00.000-08:00

Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test/
I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest/

--Chino XL, I Told You So

That line was ten pounds of piff in a three pound piff bag.

:hat

Can I hit, loser?

2008-12-02T07:36:00.001-08:00

sifting through the epic thread which was "realtalk, how do you pull myspace jumpoffs?", I thought about the time during that thread in which I trolled the interwebz, looking for pouty faced, angular depicted jumpoffs with low self esteem to run game on. here were a few of my favorite and most diabolical lines from the thread. i'm not gonna link to the original thread, because if you don't know about it already, it never existed as far as you are concerned. however, mad props to SHWAP, Buggz, Infyrno, and Crank Dat for having a hand in the production of raw, uncut epicness.

**Can I Borrow You?**

(if a positive response im gonna take that as a yes shall we discuss the
terms of the lease Negavive response its not gonna be for long sweetie just long
enough for eachother to enjoy a few laughs a few smiles. shall we discuss the
terms of the lease? )

Tu Quiero Penis?

You want to come to my place? I have a fold out couch.

I have KY jelly, condoms, and handcuffs. So.......yea. 7pm is good for me is
it good for you?

Hey ma, you look on point in your profile picture and just wanted to
tell you that you look like a beautiful woman interested in fellatio? Am I
correct in my assumptions?

Fornication? Si or Non?

From looking at your profile pic, it looks like you'd make a mean $!$$ face.

You have one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. So can we have sex
now?

Can we have sex now and then I take you out to movies and dinner later
because I dont get paid til friday?

Hey beautiful, just came through to tell you that I find you very
attractive and ... EFF this issh, man, I wanna beat....... Straight up, you
down?

hey.. I was just lookin at your page and i like what I see.. If you
feel the same then hit me back loser =)

can i hit?

I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I
know what ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could
be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night

your still a cutie, ima buy you a giraffe male or female ? you choose loser
=-]

you weren't that hard to find, I went on google, typed in "beautiful", then
clicked I'm feeling lucky. then your facebook profile came up in the search
results. :-)

In lieu of this, I shall be suiting up for practice this evening, and getting my spiral game tight for the home field.

Punchline of the Day: Saigon, "Say Yes"

2008-12-01T12:25:00.000-08:00

I usually wake up every morning, with some classic (or not so classic) rap punchline, bar, quote, or excerpt repeating through my head. Yesterday, it was "Trying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace" (Diddy, all about the Benjamins), the day before that it was "got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics, make up to break up, niggas need to wake up", (Biggie, Dead Wrong). Essentially, these are dope bars that get stuck on repeat in my head, and don't leave until another one comes in.

I figure I'd share one, and also figure I'll keep sharing one every day, forever and ever.

"If you was me, you'd probably want to murder you too. Cause you would hate a bitch nigga like you."

--Saigon, "Say Yes"

that line had more to it than just that, but that was the part where I just said to myself, "damn, that was an ill line."

i have more examples, but then i wouldn't have a good one for tomorrow or the day after.

1hunnid.

Lame Nigga Tribute

2008-12-01T12:02:00.000-08:00

usually, I don't hate on other niggas, but i gotta get my hate on.

Real and Chance: i hope ya'll don't smoke weed, or engage in any illicit activities, because with a look like this:

everything about you screams: "I'm a hoe-ass nigga, please rob me of all my possessions. We won't question the fact that you don't have a handgun, and most likely won't call the police either."

I know the niggas have a show with a grip of bitches trying to hop on the team, but I'm thinking to myself, "them niggas probably spoon each other at night".

I also know that I could have been doing something positive and productive at this time, but I just needed to get that little piece of hateration off my chest, because these niggas is sweet like deer meat.

Best Idea Ever

2008-11-24T21:34:00.000-08:00

I know the iPhone can recognize touch. What I was wondering if the
iPhone's touchscreen mechanism could sense pressure.

Probably not, but the idea crossed my mind to make an iPhone app that
could weigh small amounts, and affix a variable for each increment of
weight, with the addition of discounts being an option.

For example, if a certain object was 80 dollars a gram, you put this
in the phone, lay it on a flat surface, and it'll tell you the amount
owed in realtime.

It's gonna be called iGrind, so don't steal it, cause if you do, I'm
just gonna say that my blog said that way before you did, thus driving
up my site traffic and ad revenue. Even if you call it something
else, please break bread and don't be stingy with the cheese.

Peace.

Sent from my iPhone

oh snap!!! lol

2008-11-21T11:37:00.000-08:00

Consequences of Gay Marriage

2008-11-20T09:26:00.000-08:00

I'm gonna try this the next time I get a chance.

2008-11-15T13:02:00.000-08:00

Obamanized

2008-11-10T10:54:00.000-08:00

Ever since the election, I've been seeing pro black stuff everywhere.
I was looking at this dog bone, and thought it looked like a fist of
black power...

Blawg...

2008-11-06T10:16:00.000-08:00

My homie AJ told me about these Nintendo Air Maxes, but I immediately thought, "Nike is gonna really fuck this up." Boy, was I wrong! They actually did a really good job, and I want them.

These Stash fat caps are supposed to release tomorrow at NORT, and I think I like the white and grey AF1 highs that dropped a few years back better....

Anyways, congratulations to President Obama, WE IN THERE!!!

I just hope people don't act like racism died the day before yesterday, cause it's really getting stronger... Peace.

Hardest Verse This Year PERIOD: Elzhi - Motown 25

2008-10-13T11:05:00.000-07:00

I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears
They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in cheers
Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunnin quotes make you run ya coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
It feel as ill as concealin drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens,I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel, then I murk you
Bust techs, the lead sparkin now who be my next head target
I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror
And if I hear ya, I'll appear clearer,
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound I'm, pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blasted
Son is a, prob rob funds from ya publishin
While his dogs put his guns to ya like the Punisher
Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major midterm paper
The kid burns the saber, strikin cats
How you want it? Gats, spike or bats
I know you likin that, stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
Niggas vomitin, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Tub ya spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish
You met your death and although,
I took away your breath and I ran
I still left wit a Grand like Theft Auto

Elzhi FTW.

Nike Gang Rapes Foamposites and Goadome

2008-10-13T10:20:00.000-07:00

This is what happens when Nike snorts like 5 rails of Brown-Brown, a whole syringe-full of uncut heroin, and chases it with LSD and absinthe. They call it a Foamadome, which is Persian-Farsi for "gay as fuck".

SMH.

oh, and please stay tuned for the upcoming race war in november, pending the results of the presidential election.

i'm not bullshitting, if it's any problems, we will set this bitch on fire, and move to Mexico. fuck ya'll racist ass bitches that won't vote for Obama just cause he's black. ya'll gettin' it first.

Haikus about Fly Shit

2008-10-01T08:46:00.000-07:00

I kinda like these

Much more the Penny 1 Foams

Real good hoopin' shoes.

Knew I wanted these

a really long time ago

still slept on them hoes.

Piff Heat Fly Dope Fresh

Don't care too much for the others

Props to MarqueeSole.

dunks have fallen off

so have air forces and j's

the last dunks alive

this northface is dope

also very versatile

but not worth three bills...

be easy.

Cuddle with a Large Intestine

2008-09-12T08:09:00.000-07:00

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This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new, I jumped up...

2008-09-05T07:39:00.000-07:00

I woke up this morning a little different than how I usually do. This morning, I felt that I would maximize my potential, and use the life and the skills that God gave me to make a positive impact on the world around me. I also, instead of cereal and a banana, ate leftover porkchops and macaroni and cheese for breakfast, which was better the second time around.

I made it a point to live in the moment, and take my time with tasks today, instead of rushing or "zoning out" through things that I find menial and redundant. Today, I am living in the moment, taking it one moment at a time.

I'm making it a point to get back in shape. I'm not completely out of shape, but I realize that I am alot less active than I was just a year ago. Last night, I entertained the idea of cycling everywere I go from now on, and if not, at least just cycling every now and then for exercise. I will also hoop at least 2-3 times a week.

I guess the reason I feel this way is because people all around me are dying and miserable with their lives. My girl's mother is having surgery next week, and has a 1% chance of survival (literally), from what the doctor said. My grandmother has Alzheimers, and is losing her faculties more and more every day. Often times, I take the sma

ll things for granted, like taking a deep breath, or being able to walk without the help of a wheelchair or cane. Today, I am thanking God for my health, and also taking care to maintain it.

In addition to this, I am managing my finances better, by spending less money on wants, and more money investing in my future. I've learned that most of my material possessions don't really matter much not long after I have them (This too shall pass). I guess I have even lost interest in kicks, because chasing and hunting them is starting to seem like a waste of time, since it's a liability in my life that I don't need. I'm copping these most definitely...

That's all, because I'm saving up for a trip to Amsterdam in the next couple of years for the Cannabis Cup, and I want to do it big. So for a few years, I'm going to make some necessary sacrifices. I'm not basing my determination on being able to go to a weed festival, I'm just using it as motivation to delay my gratification.

Chances are, I'll forget all this shit in an hour, but if I refer back to this, I'll remember I said it, and remember to motivate myself to do better.

Peace and hair grease, my people.

ROFLMAO!!!

2008-09-04T07:53:00.000-07:00

And for the record, I suck as a high school health class teacher.

Inversion House

2008-09-03T11:02:00.000-07:00

This is some playa shit, courtesy of Hemmy.net

And me and my significant other got back together. I knew it'd happen like that.

relationships FTL

2008-09-02T07:47:00.000-07:00

I hate drama, and that seems to be most females' passion. Drama makes
them feel like life has a purpose; like somebody cares enough about
them to argue and complain and bitch about shit that's not important
at all.

How does this drama come about? Various methods, such as "you've
changed", "do you love me?", and "am I priority or an option?", just
to name a few. How the fuck do you answer questions like that? You
don't, because it's a catch 22.

That is one aspect of female drama. Another aspect would be comparing
everything that goes on in their lives to some wack ass Rhianna or
Keyshia Cole or Beyonce song lyrics.

Attention, bitches: you are not Rhianna. You do not look anything
like her, nor do you appear on television regularly. Therefore, that
shit does not apply to your insignificant-assed life.

This past Friday, my now ex-girlfriend asked if I wanted to go to a
birthday party for her best friend. At first, I'm thinking, "since
it's her best friend, she wouldn't mind me bringing my best friend.".
When I called her back for details on the party, and to let her know I
was bringing my nigga 4 life AJ along with me, she was like, "why are
you bringing him? I thought me and you were kickin it?"

I inquired about who's birthday it was, and she told me that it was
her MALE best friend's party, and it was just a few people kickin it
and drinking.

What the fuck?!

In my mind, this was the reality of it all: she wanted to drag me
into some sausage festival so she could show me off to some nigga she
used to fuck with, and at the same time play games in an awkward
social situation, which the nigga who writes this blog does not do
under any circumstances.

I came up with some bullshit ass excuse about how I was sleepy, and
had class in the morning, whatever I could come up with to politely
get myself out of the situation. What do you think she did? Got
pissed at me, went to the party, got super drunk, and blamed her
excessive inebriation on my lack of attendance.

-_-

So I played call of duty 4 that night, and saw the pictures on
Facebook the next day, and it was mostly what I predicted: a bunch of
dicks sitting around in an apartment.

Lame.

I couldn't verify whether she used to fuck one of them or not, but
to me, it didn't matter. I'm not going out like no sucka.

I have a female best friend, but I'm not gonna invite my girlfriend to
her birthday party; that is a action deemed worthy of being in the
Hall of Lame.

So to make a long, boring ass story short, we ended up breaking up,
apparently because I have no emotions, and I don't give a fuck about
anybody.

Now I realize why I stayed away from relationships: 90 percent drama,
10 percent fucking. And that is a gross travesty.

I'd rather waste my energy playing basketball, call of duty, watching
football, fishing, hitting the bong, freestyling, playing madden,
surfing niketalk, or getting my dick sucked.

Arguing and playing games is not on that list.

So with that being said, my player card is now reinstated, and will be
bronzed, diamond encrusted, and framed when I get off work today.

Manwhoring FTW.

Sent from my iPhone

WDYWT

2008-08-31T08:18:00.000-07:00

Since JRose5 is an inherently hoe-ass-nigga by nature, WDYWT goes in
my blog from now on, starting with these Mo Inside-Out Laser Forces,
which are beat to hell, but still stand as one of my fav pairs of
kicks, due to the artwork. If you haven't seen a pair, they follow a
line from one part of the shoe to another, telling a story about the
artist and his family along the line. Yes, I know that is dope,
that's why I told you about it.

2008-08-29T21:06:00.000-07:00

happy birthday to me.

Saying "no" to people.

2008-08-29T17:31:00.000-07:00

Saying "no" to people.

I told a bunch of people "no" today, and I discovered that it feels
good, almost theraputic.

See, last week I committed to something that I really didn't want to
do, nor had the time for. There really wasn't a monetary incentive
either, I guess. I could have told her no so she could find someone
else to do it.

Today I decided that it wasn't going to happen again.

Would you mind typing....

NO.

Can you give me a ride to--

NO.

What time does--

Nah, homie.

U got an extra _____ I can borrow?

U straight, fam.

It's addictive.

I don't do it to my family or close friends, but to regular ass
people, they get denied like Pac Man Jones.

This may have some repurcussions, I'm sure. But at least for now, it
feels pretty damn good...

And Elzhi - The Preface is truth. Cop that. Matter fact, cop all
Elzhi and Slum Village shit while you're at it, word to Fantastic,
vol. 1.

Oh yeah, O'Biden 08! So get the dick out ya throat and go vote,
cocksucker!

Peace

Sent from my iPhone

LOL @ Yung Berg!

2008-08-27T19:29:00.000-07:00

That's a nice chain.

Matter fact, I seen a nigga today with the same shit on... Ain't that some shit? Must be a popular chain...

I'll look for it on Ebay, lol!

Little Brother needs 9th Wonder.

2008-08-27T17:07:00.000-07:00

As I listen to Little Brother's album entitled "Getback", I realized
what they named it that for. Phonte and rapper Big Pooh need to get
back 9th Wonder, and vice versa.

I remember when my nigga AJ put me up on LB back in high school, and
they were lyrically sound, had dope beats, and discussed regular
nigga shit. The Minstrel Show was good shit, too.

Getback? Ehh....

Something's missing... Mabye it's the slightly off rhythm, but always
appreciated drum samples, or the vocal samples that mesh so well with
the overall polyphony.

Listening to God's Stepson, murray's revenge, dream merchant, the Sean
Price collab, and the Buckshot collab, I noticed that 9th just ain't
9th without LB. (lemme rephrase that: they were all dope records, but
realshit... Preemo without Guru and Exile without Blu... It's like
cheese dip with no chips...)

Cliffnotes: 9th wonder and little brother: please mend your
philosophical differences and be together again, no aiyo.

I miss you guys, no aiyo.

Sent from my iPhone

LOLZ @ NT!!!

2008-08-27T12:19:00.000-07:00

was on NT and stumbled on this in the LRG Halloween Hoody Thread, courtesy of 206...

copped.

2008-08-27T11:52:00.001-07:00

So now I have a girlfriend (I hate that word), and I'm a speech communications teacher. Well, more like a permanent sub. The novelty part of the relationship has worn off, and now we're in the "middle" stage, whatever that means.

Anyway, enough of that stuff, let's check out out some drunk girl nipple slips, courtesy of drunkgirlnipslips.com.

Mobile blogging

2008-08-27T11:30:00.000-07:00

This is just a test post to see if this mobile blogging works. If it
does, expect to see plenty more pics of my dogs molesting each other,
as shown below.

LOLZ!!!!

2008-08-26T10:32:00.000-07:00

Wrong Kid to Joke Around With

The new kid in school quickly demonstrates that he not one who enjoys joking around.

Get humor videos at NothingToxic

Poetry From The Soul Part 2

2008-08-19T17:34:00.000-07:00

Stomp on a puddle
Blow a snot bubble
Iron yo clothes
Wiggle yo toes

Nobody knows
Not even Bo
You already know
Im so throwed

An army of one
A navy of two
Nike air gravy
Eat my shoe

Gotta poop
From the food
Cause im a dude
Human

Get yo kids
They touching me
I don't care if he's three
Ima kick him in the face

Dirt on the ground
On yo face
Look the same
Dirty game

Watch out
Look out
Its too late
Nuts in yo mouf

Women swimmin
With the trimming
Im grinning
Straight pimpin

Friendzone haters
No game players
They still try
Crash and die

Zone of friend
Triangle of Bermuda
No coming back
Nigga u wack

Still you try
The other 25
But u missed
The L

Take it
Embrace it
Lick it
Love it

Play de do
Whiskey sour
Extra cuervo
Dance with a fat hoe

Poetry From The Soul

2008-08-18T20:45:00.001-07:00

big girls, small girls
short girls, tall girls
got winterfresh gum
on my air force ones

extra bacon, hold the lettuce
sesame seeds, broccoli and cheese
PHD, bachelors degree
somebody please pass the trees

skeet skeet
in the sheets
fine like Petunia on Pete and Pete

old school, new school
booty meat on youtube
face like gorilla
but that room looks familiar

get rich quick scheme
levis jeans
last one picked on the kickball team

Act Real Niggerish Day!!!

2008-07-03T20:17:00.000-07:00

I got a assignment for you guys. Go into a place with alot of white people, preferably corporate ones, and rap the most gangsta, obscene lyrics you can think of as loud as you can, whilst holding your junk/baggy jeans collabo...

Blunt to my lips
Gun on my hip
Rocks in my socks
Pocket fulla chips
Watchin fo da pigs
Splittin hataz wigs
Packin me some grib
Playa can ya dig?

Project Pat, a nigga, that's down for his crown mane. If ya ass step, Im'a be downtown mane. Fourth floor bow mane, das if i get caught mane. Push me to da edge, so it really aint ma fault mane. See I gotta die mane, so dont even try mane. Enemies gon' bleed once i let these bullets fly mane, mama gonna cry mane, i like to get high mane, niggas passin plates snortin line after line mane, i gots ta get mine mane, robin was the crime mane, let a nigga deal but i done serve ma time mane, put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane, slang some'uh dis dope in tha street on my ride mane, see i aint a foo' mane, fuck listenin to you mane, why you in my grill and you know we aint cool mane, project aint a duck man, see i know whats up mane, get up off my dick like a mothafuckin slut mane.

now if you start to feel embarassed, or feel ashamed that you're setting black people back a good 2000 years, immediately repress this feeling, as it's your inner white man trying to control you. don't succumb to his fallacies of civilization and tact. do yo' thug dizzle, mane.

and let me know how that goes.

Some shit a nigga told me...

2008-05-19T16:45:00.000-07:00

Newport shorts in a box county packed on 4 corners to the dome looking out a gate with bars on it that look like penitentiary bars got a nigga feeling trapped in his own safety...

All the real OGs are dope fiends now, talking about the birds they used to flip and the stacks they used to count, just a whole bunch of use'tabes running they mouth about how they use'tabe, they smoke hard now but they used to smoke trees...

The OGs now really ain't OGs, the YGs just call them OGs cause thats all they see, not knowing lil' homie ain't earned the O or the G, it's just a name the feds look at so they can trap 'em with that Patriot Act...

Chappelle said, when you get rich, all of the sudden a haircut costs ten stacks. Big said mo' money, mo' problems. I say you never can be a come up if you never come up.

There's eagles and there's vultures. Eagles kill their food, and leave the spoils for the vultures, who have to pick from whatever the eagle saw to be unfit for consumption. Same applies to people. You have people that got money, and use their money to make more money, and you have people that don't have shit, and want to wait on someone else to come up so they can take it. You have a choice as to whether you want to be an eagle or a vulture...

Word To My Mother

2008-05-10T21:21:00.000-07:00

To be real about this shit, me and my moms have had our ups and downs. We are both so alike, it seems like we can't help but to clash head on, if you feel what i'm saying.

But chea, I'm on one right now, so I'ma say this the way I know best.

Mama,

I admire your strength, wisdom, intelligence, and compassion. There is truly no other woman in this world like you. Often times, I make the mistake of comparing women that I date to you, not understanding that I will be single for life if I subject them to the same standard that you uphold. I know no other woman that can fix a roof, catch a fish in 4 minutes, cook a meal reminiscent of Rachel Ray's 30 minute meals, and still have time to get in my shit to make sure I'm making progress.

I love you for standing up for me when I was right, and getting in my ass when i was wrong. I love you for never sugar coating anything, and even if I didn't like what you had to say, you would never lie to me, so I couldn't argue with it at all.

You did your best to provide for me when it was just me and you. That hoe-ass nigga (my sperm donor) didn't give a fuck about me, and I appreciate you for not making him be in my life for a weak ass child support check. No babysitter, no daycare, no food stamps, just that beauty shop. As a result of this, I gained an insight into the minds of women that may have scarred me. However, you have shown me how a real woman carries herself, and how to treat a real woman when I find one.

Even though I don't always date the women you think I should date, I still respect your opinion, and no matter how much you think I don't hear shit you say, I keep it on the forefront of my mind at all times, and I can always count on you to give me the word of God, and nothing in between.

I know when you're not with me, a million things are running through your head. I might be in somebody's trunk tied up, in somebody's jail cell, in somebody's trap house, or in some dumpster. I hate to see you stress over me, and I promise when this is all over, me and you are taking a trip for a few weeks to someplace tropical, so I can pay you back for the 18 year prison sentence I put you through.

I know I wasn't the best son you could have had, but you loved and stood up for me irregardless of the situation. This Mother's Day, when I say "I Love You", I have never meant it so much before in my life.

I Love You, Happy Mother's Day,

Your Son.

Die for, take the stand lie for..

2008-05-02T14:30:00.000-07:00

From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes
game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer
palmin' hammers
think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
takin' over with the Mafia
hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"
tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
for now I got my eyes on a billboard spot
don't stop....

Shyne Po spit one of the realest verses ever... The Commission...

Jazze Pha's Pork Chop Pizza

2008-04-21T00:57:00.001-07:00

this is why fat people die quicker than skinny people.

Mack Lessons Radio Show

2008-04-20T15:42:00.000-07:00

The Mack Lessons Radio Show

Listening to a friend of mine on a phone conversation with a female served as the catalyst for this.

Players: Listen to Tariq Nasheed. He specializes in simp interventions.

Straight Drop Whop

2008-04-19T12:11:00.000-07:00

This is Kanye's new shoe, the Nike Air Yeezy. Perforated leather upper with a patent strap. No slated production plans, word to Hypebeast.com.

It's aight, I guess. No hate, its just not a neckbreaker, ya know?

Right now, I'm listening to Rich Boy - "Bigger Than The Mayor". This shit is Heatrock, especially "Wrist Out The Window" and "Chevy A Monsta". I have new appreciation for Rich Boy, no homo.

Next up on the copped list is one of these BeatBoxes. It's a coffee table that doubles as storage space.

I gotta get this in my den by my bedroom. It meshes well with all the other nike boxes thrown around the room...

Anyway, ya boy is doing good, everythang's lovely, staying sucka free, you know how I be...

Fuck wit me...

When Fulfilling A Dream Goes Wrong

2008-04-17T10:58:00.000-07:00

There was a mixture of emotions going through my mind as I watched this clip, one being hilarity, because I would KICK SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING ASS AT BULLETBALL, I would be the Michael Jordan of that shit... And 1 Bulletball, you name it...

But the other one was empathy. If everyone had this same passion for every idea they thought would change the world... I really don't feel like going that deep into it, but I've forgotten way better ideas than that, just imagine what I could have done if I applied that same energy to something completely feasible. Anyway, watch the movie.

Phone Fight!!! roflmao...

2008-04-16T05:40:00.000-07:00

See more funny videos at CollegeHumor

Worst Freestyle Battle Ever...

2008-04-11T15:44:00.001-07:00

http://view.break.com/485768 - Watch more free videos

These Dumb Ass Hoes Is A Trip

2008-03-02T14:00:00.000-08:00

this bitch just said she was gonna cancel her AT&T line because people on Cricket can't call her.

what the fuck? bitch is you stupid or something?

go to Cricket with that dumb shit, because you're cutting into my Niketalk time.

Be Lazy, and Get Money

2008-02-01T10:27:00.000-08:00

"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."
Edgar Bergen

found that today, as I am going through a lazy moment in my life. i've got a to-do list about 3 pages long, but I would rather remain idle, for some reason. i still haven't gotten Ms. DeClerk's internet working like i promised, and i gave her word i would have it done by this past tuesday. i'm not getting paid for this, hence my reluctance to complete the task. i think money is a huge motivator for me. i spend so much of my waking hours on a timeclock, so when i get time, i would rather use it doing something for myself.

I know, that sounds rather conceited, but I think most people feel the same way. since money is the way we maintain our standard of living, why not have that as one of my primary motives in life, other than God?

Well, it is said that money is the root of evil. I would like to think that in today's world, the lack of money is the root of evil. Desparation and oporotunity are the leading causes of crime, and both of those correlate with money, or the things money can buy.

When I was a kid, I had a vision of getting paid a very large sum of money to do what I love. I couldn't tell you what I would be doing, but I knew that it would pay a great deal of money, and I would wake up every morning with the anticipation of starting my job duties. Now it seems like hating my occupation is inevitable, and about one half of my life (mabye more) is going to be used as a contribution to corporate development in one way, shape, or form.

Cash rules everything around me, CREAM, get the money, dolla-dolla-bill ya'll....

I guess that's going to be my dream occupation: getting money. Wake up in the morning, get money, go to sleep.

Until I die.

The only way around that is to not participate in capitalism at all, and forgo all consumer goods, while sustaining mostly on bartering goods and growing my own food.

Emerson called this "Self Reliance".

That would definitely suck if I had to do that.

What you say, bitch? Oh, no onions... Sorry...

2008-01-28T12:38:00.000-08:00

So I have concluded that the year 2008 is going to be awesome.

Why?

Because I looked myself in the eye this morning and said, "2008 is going to be a good year".

I believe in self-fulfilling prophecies, and speaking things into existance.

Shit, I hate it when I'm chewing gum, and i bite the side of my jaw from chewing too hard. Then it just gets swollen and you keep biting it over and over again...

Blood and spearmint...

An attempt at insight into the world of the obese:

So if somebody weighs 400 pounds, wouldn't normal day-to-day activity equate to a normal workout in the gym, since they're sorta "lifting weights"?

Just a thought...

I got a new cool website to share with ya'll dog-ass hoes... It's called bubbl.us.

It's basically a mind-mapping tool that allows you organize projects, to-do lists, class notes, whatever...

This is one I did not too long ago, it's just a picture of a young nigga gettin' on his grizzy...

The one thing I like about this is it's really good for heirarchies, and it's kinda cool if you want to make a tree of all your friends, and how you guys know each other, and who's connected in what way... Kinda like a 10 degrees of separation...

My job is boring, but thanks to the internet, I can stay productive on other stuff, instead of staring at the walls and taking extended lunch breaks :-/

What's Up

2007-05-22T13:44:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody. I'm having a good day, so far. I got up this morning, fixed the garage door, then smoked a blunt in the jaccuzi while I wrote some stuff down. I gotta go ship some ebay stuff off, and hopefully I get around to it before the post office closes.

I think I'm ready to commit to a relationship now. I'm just really picky, and because of this, I have been single for a long time. I really don't want to lower my standards, though. But I've concluded that if you look for somebody, it won't work right, because your focus will give you tunnel vision, so to speak. So I'm doing me for right now, and if somebody comes along, I'm down for it. Hell, I think I'm a pretty good catch, lol!

I got some Nike Dunk SB Melvins sz. 12 goin' for 250 shipped... I know you want 'em...

This Too Shall Pass

PYP

**dead**

Brief History Of African American Music

I did this for my lil boo thang

illustrator fun

FREE GUCCI

Call that shit hot lava

Bored at work

It's been a minute....

I feel good about myself.

Accomplishment 1/101: climb mountain.

Black folk be trippin sometimes...

Look atcha boy...

Sunrises

Please post recipes

Some shit I did in the brushes app...

Make Em Say "uhhhhhh"....

Jordan XI Nubuck Re-Release on May 30=Copped.

Some new shit i'm working on

Waves

Interesting Shit About Pirates

Ain't I clean...

Ooh shit... Ass overload!!!

Asses @ home...

Mo' Booty

Fwd: friendzone

Asses at work

What a good dog to not have bitten this kid's face off

Choppa Suit

Grocery store booty

Rants

That Bitch Look Like 911 A Day Later...

Big niggas shouldn't use urinals.

Asses at work

I don't wanna die lonely...

Real Niggas Exfoliate

Dey spinnin nigga! Dey spinnin...

Another ass at work

Fatty I seen on the elevator

Myspace

This ass I saw today

rejected from eHarmony

Dirty Rice is the shit.

Fresh in 09 for all you suckas!

What's good

Growing Marijuana With Government Money

By CLAUDIA DREIFUS

chedda, you'se a smart nigga...

For The Loss...

Punchline of the Day: The Art of Storytelling pt. 4 (Dre's verse)

Punchline of The Day: Ghostface Killah - "Run" (Kiss' verse)

Myspace Angles

Hoes To Housewives: A Failed Lesson in Relationships

Punchline of the day: Biggie - Brooklyn's Finest

Punchline of the day: Lloyd Banks - whip pussy

Dear government: can a nigga get a bailout?

Embrace That Which Defines You

Punchline of the Day: Chino XL - I Told You So

Can I hit, loser?

Punchline of the Day: Saigon, "Say Yes"

Lame Nigga Tribute

Best Idea Ever

oh snap!!! lol

Consequences of Gay Marriage

I'm gonna try this the next time I get a chance.

Obamanized

Blawg...

Hardest Verse This Year PERIOD: Elzhi - Motown 25

Nike Gang Rapes Foamposites and Goadome

Haikus about Fly Shit

Cuddle with a Large Intestine

Heated Body Pillows - LightMates to Replace Life Mates? (GALLERY)

This morning, I woke up, feeling brand new, I jumped up...

ROFLMAO!!!

Inversion House

relationships FTL

WDYWT

Saying "no" to people.

LOL @ Yung Berg!

dead