The Drought

WHERE THE FOCK ARE YALL AT? WHERE THE FOCK ARE THEY AT? Who am I referring to? The women worth utilizing time on. Over the last I don't know how long, I haven't met a woman I'd sit down and share a meal with. Well, beyond looks. Anybody share my grief? Express your gripe...

Speaking Of Obama...

I'll take the time out to give shouts to my lad Sen. Obama for spearheading the Democratic party. [Now that I got that out of the way]...

All this Obama talk reminds me of a woman I met. We'll say her name was "Krystel". I'm thinking she was righteous and what not. A different type of woman. For goodness sakes, I met her while she was work for OBAMA committe in Nevada. HARDY HAR! She winded up being like most of em. Smut-tastic. Quite a shame. I had hi hopes for her. SMH...

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<] What's On The Good Ol Brain

Lemme start with DMX. Or should I say Inmate Simmons, because I KNOW this nigga is headed to the pen (maybe he should have stuck to using one). X was one of my favorite dudes period, and then he fell THE FUCK off. I can't defend him any longer. Nigga thinks he's in a "action-drama" pretending to be the feds (which was probably pretty fun til he got pinched) and lying to the hospital about his name. WTF EARL!!

The Magic Convention. What Myspace models live for. Hahahaha. I hate this shit. The largest clothing convention in the U.S. manages to bring out the biggest dingleberrys this country has to offer. Not to mention all the rappers get to come out and spread their man milk all over the bimbo's! Aaaahahahaha. Sorry, but that's how it was put to me. Not to mention I work at a club. A rather popular one. And God forbid they can't get in with a t-shirt. They're quick to text Johnny Dumbass who can provide nothing but business cards who won't get his friend past the shiny stantion connected to a rope, accompanied by a large man with malicious intentions. UGH.

TIME FOR SCHOOL AGAIN KiDDo's!! Sometimes I miss the first week fashion shows of school. Both High School and "institutions of higher learning" (all I did was learn how to get high). After all the talk about the immaculate backsides and first week takedowns, its time to start learning. GOOD LUCK GUYS!!

Now, for this recession. Its some bullshat! I heard some prostitutes conversing about how its messing woth their money as well. We need to get this together America!! HOES GOTTA EAT TOO!! Its a shame when a frumpy anglo can't pay for his Dodge Caravan payment AND some good head from Sacha! And Jeezy has named his album just that, "The Recession". Happy you noticed nigga, can't afford the album. See you in the trap.

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My Love Of B.M.W.

760Li. Exterior Crimson and Cream (70/30), chrome 22 inch TIS rims. Crimson and Cream leather interior. Sounds phenomenal. Too bad that's not what B.M.W. stands for.

Beverages.
Money.
Women.

Call me what you want, just call me on my birthday. These are three things that I really do love. Let me break it down....

Beverages. What can I say. They are God's gift to thirst. Everything from Boones Farm to Brisk Iced Tea. Some drinks are better than others, but still they are a neccesity. A few of my personal favorites are:
Peach Orchard Punch [Tropicana], Cherry Vanilla Groove [Fruitopia], Dasani Water, Various Flavors of Twister, Remy & Sprite, Tokyo Tea, Red [Need I Say More].
Really I could go on for hours.

Money. Though it is rumored to be the root of all evil, it feels rather heavenly in my pocket. No one loves the grind for it, but the outcome is sweeter than project Kool-Aid [please refer to "Red"]. I recently finished a record called "Superfly" and its nearly impossible to be that without what.... MONEY. Though I could care less for the slave masters on the bill, I don't mind having them. I may get backlash from this one, but oh well. Give all your money to me.

WOMEN. Must I REALLY say more? I LOVE em. What man doesn't? For the exception of homosexual ones. But even they want to be like them. All of them. Especially them sweet, soft skinned, brownskin ladies. Sweet Lord! All shades. From all over the world. Crenshaw to Capetown. That's black women (which I'll touch on very soon), spanish women, african women, the ones with that accent from the UK. All of em. Now to my favs....
The Black Woman. The American Black Woman is what I call a modern marvel. All the lovely shades. All the decadent flavors of chocolate. The curves. Nah, all that ASS. Even the ones who don't carry a large posterior, I'm HERE with you. Eyes, lips, legs. The way you move. Your voice. Your attitude. Your courage, charisma, and confidence...
MAY THE CHURCH SAY AMEN.

B.M.W

Moving rite along...

With all the things I see and hear on the daily, I now have somewhere to dump it...