You ever have someone tell you that you don’t wanna see something foul, yet your dumbass has too look anyway ? Well, i had one of those moments last night. I saw the nigga going “aw damn”, “noooooooo”, “this is fucked up”, but that didn’t stop my black ass from wanting to see it…and now I wish I didn’t. I would tell you that after you watch the video, you’re gonna die in 7 days, but you won’t. And even if you were, that wouldn’t stop your curious asses from clickiing the link. So, with that said, here it is. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Ask Killa…
I don’t know if you watch “Lost” like I do, but this shit is getting out of control. It’s getting more and more retarded as the weeks pass. First the survivors were being chased by a random ass black cloud, then a wild boar, a polar bear, the “others”…then I hit my tivo this morning before i go to work, and I watch the most idiotic episode they’ve ever done. An entire episode dedicated to 2 muhfuckas who had nothing to do with anything related to the rest of the show. Now they have done some really worthless episodes before, but this was by far the worst. It’s bad enough that Nikki & Paolo just popped up after 3 seasons, but then to dedicate an entire episode to them was just stupid. The best thing about it was the random sighting of “Mr. Colt 45”, “Lando Calrissian”, fuckin Billy Dee Williams. Every time one question is answered, it goes into another dumb ass direction. I’m about to start watching American Idol.
I should be working right now, but I stumbled upon this video and had to share.
I haven’t listened to this in a while, but it had me in tears just now. The raw emotion that Isaac is singing this with, is just brilliant. It’s one of those things that makes you say “I wish I had come up with that”. Double entendres like a muthafucka.
Not that kind of ho…this time
I’m excited about this shit. If you’re not, then you suck. I’m not one of those nuts that will be waiting in line for hours on opening night, dressed as Keira Knightley. No. But I will definitely catch it opening weekend. Peep the trailer: Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World’s End
*Note: Please disregard the nigga in the speedo
So, today I had one of those Usher, “U Remind Me” moments. I see this chick in the supermarket, and she is what I like to refer to as, “the shit”. We’re doing the “I see you looking at me, you see me looking at you” dance, but i don’t push it any further than that. Why, you ask ? Cause she looks just like this chick who ripped out my beating heart and c-walked on it. Then it got me to thinking, I wonder what she’s doing now ? I would like to see her again, but not in the sense of trying to get with her. And I know what you’re thinking, “you must be on some revenge shit like Dave Chappelle”. It’s not that either…surprisingly. I genuinely want to know what she’s been up to the past 5 years. It can be done, but I don’t to make the effort of hitting up those “people search” sites, cause that’s borderline stalker-ish. Especially if you’re not trying to find your mother who put you up for adoption, or your long lost brother. I just want to run into her in the mall parking lot or at a gas station. Chop it up with her for about 5 minutes, then skate. With that said, watch the video.
This right here, is what we like to refer to as, “the shit”. Just seeing it today in 7-11 gave me a flashback to when I first became an entrepre-nigga:
I’ve never been a big fan of candy, but I’ve always been a fan of Jolly Rancher sticks. back in Jr. High, we used to put them in the microwave for :10, giving them flexibility, then wrapping them around a Blow Pop, then putting them in the freezer to harden it again. We used to sell them shits for $1.50 a pop at lunch time. That was a profit of $1 a piece, nigga ! After we picked up some loyal customers, it was time to expand the bid’ness. That’s when we started getting the smaller, square pieces of the candy, then dropping them into bottles of Sprite, giving it the various Jolly Rancher flavors. In order to maximize profits, we’d go to Smart & Final and get the off-brand Lemon-Lime sodas (7up & Sprite cut into our money, and it was all about the flavor of the candy anyway) by the case, along with a box of the bite size J.R.’s, and went to school serving the fiends like Avon & Stringer. We had the playground on lock, selling to the 6th and 7th graders younger than us, and the 9th graders who were older than us. Niggas had a good 3, 4 month run before the school administrators found out about our little hustle and shut us down, but not before we had made enough paper to cop some matching Air Jordan III’s (I had the black, my nigga had the white, and we used to switch them every few days…lightweight ballin), a couple t’s from the swap meet, and some bootleg cassettes…which became our new hustle 😉 Fast forward to 2007, your boy is still grinding, working toward having my business up and running by the end of summer and I see this bottle at 7-11 that reminds me of where my drive and determination comes from. I had to buy it…and tomorrow, I’m going to the mall to cop a pair of Air Jordan III’s.
The only thing that’s bothering me more than working 9 days, off 2, then 7 days in a row is the fact that this nigga continues to be not only a member, but the starting point guard for the Lakers. I challenge any of you to name 5, no…3 players in the NBA worse than Smush Parker. You can’t. He is by far the worst player in the league. Kwame Brown probably thinks Smush is ass too. Everyday I log into latimes.com hoping to see “Lakers waive point guard Parker”, but it hasn’t happened yet. For 2 years I’ve waited to see it, and it still hasn’t happened. I’m convinced that I could be collecting an NBA check every 2 weeks if this nigga is. If you see him crossing the street, feel free not to stop.