My heart dropped when I saw this video, not because Meagan is drunk, but b/c I wasn't there to capitalize off that situation. I try my best not to get so drunk that I loose my bearings and can't tell which direction is left or right unless I'm in the privacy of my own home. I believe this is the reason why Maury Povich has a career.

I look back on my inebriated moments and I must say:

To the fine shorty I meet after a party at Rutgers, who took me back to her dorm room for some hot and sweaty sex. I'm sorry for trying to make small talk while drunk. I should have never said that the lady in the picture w/ glasses looked like she was wearing aquariums on her face or that we all looked like Fish to her. I knew how wrong I was when you dropped the bottle of Vodka and shouted That's my Mother!!!

To my boy and his wife, who had us over their spot for New Years, and Cut the party short at like 1:30. I pissed on the seat on purpose and didn't whip it up. I knew that was the real reason wifey wanted to cancel the party b/c she flopped down on the toilet w/o looking and got a ass full of piss. I'm sorry Dog. I'm happy counseling worked out for y'all.

I know there was some more stuff I should Apologize for.... But I was too drunk to Remember.

What Was Your Most Drunken Moment?

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Lil Wayne Named the Hottest Emcee in the Game (Right Now)

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MTVs Brain Trust named Lil Wayne the Hottest Emcee in the game, The interview is pretty standard they ask him about his flow, how it was working w/ The Louie Vutton Don (Kanye West) And how it feels to be a whore (as 50 puts it)

MTV: The thing that everybody has appreciated about you is that although you've been on so many songs, nobody's tired of you. Usually after the 116th guest appearance, people get a little weary of an artist. But everybody wants to hear even more of you.

Lil Wayne: I done became a little virus now, 'cause everybody be having me on their song. I was just about to be on [T.I. vs. T.I.P.]. I wanted to be on it bad, and they pulled me, 'cause I guess I be on everything. But hey, if you make everything you do great, like I do ... no lie, man. It's like, "You want Michael Jordan on your team?" "Hell yeah! Yeah, I want him on my team, stupid." That's how I look at it. That's why I do everything. Now the only problem I get is people calling me saying, "Universal don't wanna clear it." And [the record company] and I do everything.

MTV: What's the last thing you turned down? You remember?

Lil Wayne: The sheets on my bed. Like the hotel, turn down service. Nah, I don't turn down nothing
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Game feat Lil Wayne -Lyrical Homicide via Nah Right

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Method @ Rock The Bells Festival 2007
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Back in my sophomore year of high school, during the peak of The Wu Tang Era my cousin Calvin (who I still haven’t figured out how we are related) decided to make a organization called the Black Vipers. Calvin who was obsessed w/ Method Man dubbed himself TiCal and wrote a petition on 5 pieces of paper ripped out of a spiral notebook to gather names and form the Black Vipers. The Organization that would pick up where the Panthers left off, and fight against the powers of the “Man” and the unjust rules regulating our high school.

Forty’s

The concept was great, students jumped at the idea, TiCal boasted how this organization would be an official organization recognized by the school and hold events. Events like getting guest speakers to come address the school, and possibly getting the WU to come and rock at our school in a massive rally to uplift the oppressed students of Elizabeth High. 40 pieces of ripped out spiral notebook pages later we had an unofficial group, equipped with union dues, meetings and designated days to wear black.

Things started out fine, until TiCal’s obsession w/ Method man took over his being. He started coming to school w/ half of his hair braided and gold grills equipped w/ fangs. I believe he used the fangs to harass faculty members, white people and the geeks of the Black Vipers for union dues. All dues went to support Calvin’s newfound addiction to street fighter and 40 oz bottles of Malt Liquor. The shit was funny b/c he would bully people using lines from Method’s Judgment Day Album. Walking up on some young unexpecting kid singing I came to bring the pain hard core to your brain while giving him noogies until they pealed off their lunch money and chocolate milks.

Blunts

About 3 years ago, I walking down the streets of Elizabeth, which looks just like every other hood in America. You know Liquor store run by the Arabs, Chinese Restaurant, Check Cashing Place owned by the Koreans, Corner Store owned by a Hispanic or even more Arabs, 2 more Liquors stores, 4 More Check Cashing Places and maybe a Nail Shop depending on which block you‘re on. Then I saw Calvin. He was higher than eagle feet, forty in one hand and a Dutchmaster cigar in the other, his pants hung right below his ass, his t-shirt came down to his ankles. Then it hit me. It wasn’t the “man” holding us down, all this time.

No it was ourselves, along w/ the Arabs and Asians by coming into our hood charging us a dollar more on everything from bootlegs to bread, most of it stale and barely meeting the mandates set by the FDA. I mean think about it, how many black owned businesses are in the avg. hood? For the most part, white people are the highest consumers of products produced by blacks, like hip hop and movies such as Soul Plane and BET. I’m convinced... just look at the picture. So I say lets take back our community and help make this world a better place.

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Friday Night Lights shining bright in the sky line of the city. The view from my apartment was spectacular... if you could see it. So, the drive into town would have to do. Pulling up on 85 in Atlanta is the shit, a rush comes over you as you flick the butt of a Newport out of the window. We were on our way to a spot where young men and women go to get their first taste of the night life. I had been drinking on some patron, so I was already a little bit dizzy but not pissy as i was on numerous occasions where I drank too much and never made it to the door. Or ended up inside of some nice Georgia Peach.

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But this place was the favorite of young sorrors from all chapters of Black Greek life. There was no waiting on line, my boy knows everybody we walked in like we were stars. A dapped laced w/ a 20 dollar bill to the bouncer and we waded through the crowd, as the DJ gave my mans a shout and a big up to Jersey and then he began playing all of the weeks problems and issues in a medley of our favorite songs and we let the rhythm of the beat allow us to dance away our problems. The night went by in a blur and before I knew it I was grinding up on somebody's daughter who was finer than wine from the most exclusive vineyard in the nation. She whispered flirts and snippets of her life in my left ear as my right ear engulfs Jeezy the snowman and my brain transforms the song into one of those smooth R&B jams sang by one of those smooth R&B groups. You know from the era when music was good. Jeezy turned into the Stylistics, his YEAH!'s a mellow riff over a guitar and drum played live. All this made possible by the shots of Patron and the long island iced tea purchased upon arrival as she lets off a "ahhhh this my jam!!!" As she wraps her arms around your neck.

Then reality hits, Its only 2 am and Lil Tennessee Ted done bashed someones head in w/ a corona bottle, and some young nigga trying to make a name for himself starts shooting in the air, and his boy takes his shirt off displaying his under developed chest muscles screaming "what pussy ass nigga wanna fuck w/ the zone 3." Party's over you head to the waffle and crack jokes on your man passed out on the speaker and head to the parking lot to gather some last telephone numbers before you get your grub on.

As the Police directs traffic out the parking lot, you see a woman w/ half of her ass showing, high heels in hand next week party flyer pretending to be a fan getting righteous saying "this is why black people can't never have nothing" and it hits you. That the cable bill is do and you just bought somebody's daughter 3 drinks and forgot to get her number. A quick scan of the crowd and you see her talking to Lil Tennessee Ted next to a Dodge Magnum w/ 24 inch rims and tinted windows but the summer's breeze reveals that somebody's daughter wasn't all that anyway. She just smelled like mama's breakfast on a Sunday morning and a slice of watermelon after a few shots of Patron and that Long Island Ice Ted you purchased upon arrival.

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I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun
In Klein's green 5 until the cops pulled guns

When you reach a point in your life and your career its bound your past will come back to haunt you. Calvin Klein (Not the Designer) former friend of Jay-Z was on Shade 45 radio. Basically let me sum it all up for you. Dude catches a case w/ Jay-Z takes the wrap and spends 13 years locked up and come homes expecting to get a pass from Jay-Z. Falls back and get a big bag of nothing from our favorite Lip-O-Potamus. And now he's hitting the radio to air Hova out. Calvin Klien calls Jay-Z a white boy and said he should of put his foot in jigga's neck.

Listen to the Audio

I think Jigga said

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Is it me of does Russell look like he had to ask permission to be in the picture.

Things we hear about but never see... FATHERS. Yes folks I was one of those kids who grew up w/o a father. I watched my mother struggle as a single parent until she hooked up w/ the man who would save my life and I not know it. Willie B. My childhood memory remembers him as a small man who wore bright colored suits all the time. I used to think he was a pimp... But he was just a barber so I guess that's the same thing. But he never really interjected himself into my life but I learned a lot from watching him.

As a child I was basically raised by the Cosby show I told myself that I wanted to be just like Heathcliff Huxatable. So in honor of my home girl Thembi and her ode to Good Times. I'm posting my top five father moments from the Cosby show. These Father are 5 qualities strive to have while raising my daughter

[Music] ~ [Discipline] ~ [Being Cool] ~ [Manhood] ~ [Manners]

Is you put your mouse over the link you'll be able to watch the episode.

Music
One quality I feel a good father needs to have is the ability to relate to your childs music. Now I know some of the songs my daughter like are filled w/ hidden meaning and innuendos but I know when I was in 6th grade I didn't know what half of the song i loved meant.

Discipline
A father has to know when to put his foot down. All too often I see spoiled ass children in the malls and grocery stores running a muck. With the proper guidance beating w/ belts can be avoided if you instill the right kind of values in your child and in that part of the Cosby Show which happens to be one of my favorite... "I'll ride a motor bikeeee!!" Cliff does the thing and counters Theo's request to settle for being a D student.

Being Cool
I've always had a cool mom, so it only figures I'd be the cool dad. Kids love me, and being able to entertain and not come off as lame. Which i will probably be in my kids eyes is something that I plan to be. Even if it means embarrassing my daughters.

Manhood
Women of today are stuck in bad relationships w/ bad men and find themselves in a never ending cycle of Dogs. I feel like this is because their fathers never showed them how a woman should be treated by letting their children see a healthy relationship between their parents. And sometime the other parent (father or mother) may make it hard but this is a perfect example of what love is like and how a woman should be treated.

Manners
This is one of if not my favorite episode of the Cosby Show, Who is it? WHO IT IS!!!! LMYAOWTTB (Laffin my yella ass off while typing this blog). A parents main responsibility is to teach their child manners and give them some sort of home training. I took my daughter skating last weekend and we stopped at KFC for lunch and this little boy was running around the dining area. Now I would have let my daughter run around being as it wasn't crowded but this little brat came right up to my table and proceeded to start blowing on the table and over my food. I screamed across the room. Umm Could you please come get this so called little boy!! he's breathing on my food and i'm bout to smack the him.

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The revolution has begun, many of you have had a wonderful laugh at the chocolate rain video. I believe i was one of the first people to post the video on my Myspace blog last week. But after taking the time to actually listen to the song I realized it's Genius and greatness. Real Talk.

Well Apparently Youtube does as well they devoted the whole site to Chocolate Rain. Can someone please tell me why...

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A pledge allegiance to my dubs/ That Michael Jackson Is Thug/ They tried to frame him and set him up/ Little boys with cancer He just might touch... Now I will warn you that this blog will reek of little boy butt holes and oxycodone but ride with me for a moment as i prove my point. While listening to Lady In My Life I noticed that Michael Jackson is a bonafide G, a Smooth Criminal or as I like to put it a thug. I went on a mission to further prove my point as some of my coworkers were talking bout James Brown still not being buried. (Free James Brown) The conversation went to Anna Nicole Smith (Free Anna Nicole Smith) then to music and what a shame all the mayhem will be when the king of pop shall perish the Earth. I told them that it wouldn't matter b/c MJ will not be remembered as the true thug he really was, just listen to his lyrics. With songs like Beat it where he states:

You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

The King of Pop not to be confused with his sister Latoya "I'll do anything for a fraction of the fame by brother has" Jackson is saying look bruh I understand that you got to play tough, it's all good but look you keep up this role and I'm going to have to hurt you like for real for real. And there will be nothing you can do about it b/c my money is too long for them to convict me of anything, so eh give me the room key but you wan to test me so now I'm going to have to hurt you. What? BlogXilla has officially lost his mind well find don't believe me lets look at another one of your favorite songs "The Man In The Mirror"

As I, Turn Up The Collar On My
Favourite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street,
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See
Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere
To Go
That's Why I Want You To
Know

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways...

Ok let me splain to you where Mr. Whose Bad at, he was in the hood, just listen or better yet picture him on the blog in his brand new snorkel jacket walking through the hood to pick up his money from his workers on the block. He steps out of his Limo bodyguards surrounding him as he walks past crack babies and realize that hey I got too much money to not give back to the hood so he builds them a playground with state of the art stash boxes for his Dboys to plant their product hey he sees their need. Still not convince he was in the hood well fine explain this A Summer's Disregard, A Broken Bottle Top Where else do you see broken bottles albeit crack bottles, Pepsi Bottles or Gin bottles all over the ground? Face it Michael was in the hood now baby!!!! Yea you're starting to see my vision but a few of you all are still not convinced huh well let's take my favorite song "Billie Jean" what I believe may be the soul reason kids are growing up without a father. He says:

[1st Verse]
She Was More Like A Beauty Queen From A Movie Scene
I Said Don't Mind, But What Do You Mean I Am The One
Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round
She Said I Am The One Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

Translation - This fly shorty walked into the room looking like Jennifer Hudson in all of her thickness we start dancing and she throwing it back like a quarterback you know i caught that like rice. She told me I was that dude and wanted to slide off to the telly...

[2nd Verse]
She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean, As She Caused A Scene
Then Every Head Turned With Eyes That Dreamed Of Being The One
Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

So we at the bar kicking it, she told me her name gave me the number and every dude in there was hating on me.... SMCH she told me she wanted to fuck!

[Bridge]
People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth

Looking back now I should have known she was a young bird and my mother always told me these females be trying to trap a Ninja and I ain't going out like Willie Lump Lump

[Chorus]
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

Now she going around telling people I'm the baby daddy and shit, smch Knee Grow Please! That ain't my son... Look I said That Ain't my baby!!!

For Forty Days And Forty Nights
The Law Was On Her Side
But Who Can Stand When She's In Demand
Her Schemes And Plans
'Cause We Danced On The Floor In The Round
So Take My Strong Advice, Just Remember To Always Think Twice
(Do Think Twice)

Man look just b/c I gave this chick back shots at the bar now child support trying to run down on a brother... FUNK that she trying to get my paper What i look like giving her half my bread like i was one living rent free and getting food stamps. I knew I should have put on 2 condoms with this bird. Just b/c I got money don't mean this child needs to go to Harvard, go to Howard!

[4th Verse]
She Told My Baby We'd Danced 'Till Three
Then She Looked At Me
Then Showed A Photo My Baby Cried
His Eyes Looked Like Mine
Go On Dance On The Floor In The Round, Baby
So I see her at the club and she was looking good so I took her back to the hotel what can I say and we doing the damn thing until 3 then she looked at me and showed me a picture of the boy and shit I'll admit he had my eyes but bump that I'm ignant I got something up my sleeve i'm going to turn into a white man b/c my money is that damn long! WHAT!


Now you see what I'm saying... lol Because if that ain't some hood nigga dboy shit I don't know what is... Michael Jackson is the Thugs of all THUGS and if you still don't believe me listen to Thriller and tell me that's not a robbery

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time

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Barry Bonds
Michael Vick
OJ Simpson
Stepha Henry
Don Imus
Michael Richards
Genarlow Wilson
Barack Obama
Gary Sheffield
Malik Thomas

The Jena Six

All have been victims of racism or have made racist remarks in the past few months. Yet the world would like me to believe racism is a thing of the past. When in actuality racism has evolved into low paying jobs and welfare for most and a bad game of snatchies for others. Let me Tell you a story.

Imagine your sitting in front of an all white jury, sitting before white judge who just happens to agree with white prosecutor and all white witnesses and convicts you a black youth in racially charged high school criminal case.

Well that's what happened in a small, still mostly segregated, section of rural Louisiana, called Jena. According to Truthout.org. An all white jury heard a series of white witnesses called by a white prosecutor testify in a courtroom overseen by a white judge in a trial of a fight at the local high school where a white student who had been making racial taunts was hit by black students. The fight was the culmination of a series of racial incidents starting when whites responded to black students sitting under the "white tree" at their school by hanging three nooses from the tree. The white jury and white prosecutor and all white supporters of the white victim were all on one side of the courtroom. The black defendant, 17-year-old Mychal Bell, and his supporters were on the other. The jury quickly convicted Mychal Bell of two felonies - aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery. Bell, who was a 16-year-old sophomore football star at the time he was arrested, faces up to 22 years in prison. Five other black youths await similar trials on second-degree attempted murder and conspiracy charges.

In September 2006, a black student at Jena high school asked permission from school administrators to sit under the "white tree." School officials advised them to sit wherever they wanted. They did. The next day, three nooses, in the school colors, were hanging from the "white tree." The message was clear. "Those nooses meant the KKK, they meant 'Niggers, we're going to kill you, we're going to hang you till you die,'" Casteptla Bailey, a mother of one of the students, told the London Observer.

Racism, the birth mark of the United States of America. I was sitting down thinking the other day, just looking at the world and i was like wow the racism is getting out of control. I believe it's b/c we fail to talk about the issues at hand i mean racism calmed down what? About 15 years ago, but even in the early 90's cops were racially profiling and still do. So I want to know why are we so scared to talk about race?

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I know we all remember when Michelle fell off stage a while back on 106& Park and Kelly and Beyonce just keep it going not even checking to see if she was hurt... Well Karma's is one Clumsy Bitch isn't it?

First Kelly passes out in Africa

Then Beyonce bustes her ass on stage last week. I mean man this is really like the movie final destination when you think about it.

What's Your Most Embarrassing Moment?

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It's 5 in the morning and I'm up having Phone sex with you!!! I wouldn't believe the shock on my face when i finally heard the dirty version of Pretty Ricky's song. I thought it was just a wack teeny bopper song aimed at getting on 106 & Park. Which it was but wow. Yes folks, today we're talking bout phone boning. It's 1 in the morning and you and your boo have been talking about all the things that went on in your day, when suddenly they ask what do you have on? Their voice just above a whisper, as you smile and ask your other what their doing? And tell them what you have on.

I want to share with y'all what hot phone sex should be like.

I couldn't believe this was happening, we were on the phone for hours and I couldn't believe she was actually down w/ this. The conversation went from our kids to what was the freakiest thing you've ever done and then after I told her my story all I remember was a shhh a low moan and I'm wet as hell. I told her my dick was rock hard, and my heart dropped when she said touch it for me. I told her only if she touched it for me to which she explained she already was.

She told me to go get some lotion ask she explained how she was rubbing her clit thinking of the head of my dick rubbing against her pussy. I obliged and told her my dick was in my hand, o0o0o she said wishing she was there to make it wet for me w/ her mouth. I said tell me how you're rubbing your clit.

"With 2 fingers going up and down, she moaned. Talk to me daddy." she said

If I was there I would put you on the bed, slowly kissing your lips, pushing your tongue back and tasting all of its sweetness then I would suck on your bottom lip and work my way down to the side of your neck tracing my tongue down until i got to your left titty. I would put your nipple in my mouth, slowly licking, moving my tongue from 3 to 9 before licking my lips and taking the whole thing in my mouth. Biting your nipple gentle as i released. Then do the same thing to the other nipple while rubbing the other. before i went down to taste her love

Her moan came through the phone in surround sound, they reminded me of an orchestra of sensation as she was now digging her fingers inside of her self rubbing and probing and explaining to me ever movement. I told her how my hand was greased up and stroking the head thinking of her mouth on my manxilla.

She told me how she would suck my dick, slowly taking it into her mouth, teasing my head w/ her tongue, while she let little droplets of spit stream down my shaft. She would then put the head in her mouth and suck flicking her tongue over my helmet before sliding up and down the vein on until she got to my balls where she would put them in her mouth and pretend they were now & laters.

I told her how i would eat her pussy sucking on her clit using my fingers to rub the roof of her pussy. Explained how i would stick the head of my dick in and give her short strokes of only half the dick, until she begged for more

Fuck me daddy she moaned. Give me that fucking dick.

Shut the fuck up and take this dick I said as I would ram the whole length of my dick into her pussy, pulling down on her shoulder w/ in inward thrust. It went on like this for what seemed like hours our moans playing tag, as she fingered her pussy and I beat my meat. I told her ever detail of how I would fuck her like i hated her, pull her hair and slap her ass and make her pussy jump for joy. I heard a slight buzz half way through. She pulled out her toy and fucked herself w/ it like it was me.

When she came I heard an explosion of moans, oh's, ah's and a few fucks and damns. She sounded remarkable and I was happy to match her moans w/ her that night. After we were done she told me I sounded amazing and that a problem w/ dudes is they must feel like their too macho to moan but the shit turned her on. Great Phone sex is crucial in a relationship where you can't see your boo on a regular basis for whatever reason.

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Last night CNN aired the first of hopefully many to come Youtube Political Debates. Where regular common people upload video questions for the candidates. There were many good and tough questions raised, including a gay couple asking Sen. Edwards if they could get married... To each other. But the best question was raised by Cecelia and Ashanti they asked all of the hopefuls if they would work for the minimum wage. Edwards and Clinton both simple said YES. I was sitting there like why the hell are they lying until Barack Obama clarified it for me. He basically said Yeah y'all mickie fickies would work for minimum wage cause we're already STANKY rich!!! well he didn't exactly use those words check it out for yourself. This is a must see in my book

Would you work for Minimum Wage?

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Lil Weezy-Anna got locked up an hour after Ja Rule, report say the cops found a gun on him... This could only mean one thing. Wayne's about to drop an album!! Yeah... But I thought the Carter 3 was already out? hmmmm I know it couldn't have anything to do w/ there new single - Uh Oh

In Other News

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Back in my days of being on of Myspace's most popular bloggers I held a series called Advice You Can Not Refuse so recently I got an email asking for some advice here's what it said

Dear BlogXilla,

I've been dating this guy for about 3 months now.... For most of the relationship except the past week... He has been lying to me about his sexuality... Since his confession of liking boys, I've tried to except it and stick by him and be understanding... Honestly... him being bisexual doesn't really bother me... But it keeps coming up that he is cheating with and x or something... I've even heard with one of my close homeboys... Everyday its something new and a new issue...If ask him about something i heard about him he flips out and flies off the handle.... but if he hears something he will spread it to all of his friends as if its true and then ask me about it.... then if he doesn't like the answer i give him or thinks i have an attitude... he acts childish and immature.... Honestly the relationship is pointless... I know it is... Its obvious to see.... and he obviously wants to be with guys.... But its seems like he is in denial.... I've given him opportunity after opportunity to leave and do him.... but he wont... When i try to leave he throws temper tantrums and refuses to leave.... I will be leaving for college aug. 12 and he will be a senior in next year.... Ive tried to thoroughly explain that its time i go my way and he go his... especially with college calling me... but he aint tryna hear it... he'z the type of guy who will stalk me and act as a crazy baby moma or sumthin..... So what should i do??? Because he is driving me insane... and I want to move on and be free of him and enjoy the college life come next month....

Signed,

ClUeLeSs SwEetHeArt

Dear Clueless Sweetheart,

First let me just say I applaud you for having an unconditional love inside of your heart, now on to business. Your situation is an all too common one in today's world. But here is what I suggest you do, first get an HIV test, well get checked for everything, there is too much stuff going around out here and your health should be your number 1 priority. Secondly you need to have a talk with him and straight up tell him you will not be his fag hag. You see I feel like he's trying to keep you around to hide his sexuality of him liking boys. You're lucky though you've only been w/ him for 3 months so it's not that deep in the relationship. So even though he's the crazy baby mama type his heart isn't too much into it.

Now you have an out, when you go away to school cut off all contact with him. I mean for serious take a long shower and wash him out of your system, maybe even find you a fly upper classmen to take you on a ride if you know what I mean. If you don't want to do that just relax and a new man will find you. The great thing about college is someone is always looking to be a BCSS (broke college student supporter) I myself played the role of a sponsor a time or two. But chances are if you do this, he'll find some other women to be his pseudo queen while he cruises the down low street looking for new meat. You don't need that in your life. I firmly believe every women needs a man who is willing to be their 100%. There are a lot of good men out there and chances are you can bag one. Just keep your options open and maybe try to find a man who isn't the norm. You'll be alright.

Now if dude does act up and gets all stalkerlicious on you simple trot up to the local police station and file a restraining order. Simple as that. He'll get the picture sooner or later. If that doesn't work you might want to invest in a wig and some of those big bug glasses Mary J rocks from time to time. J/K

BlogXilla

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The Brat and Lorenze Tate at JD's Celebrity Basket ball game

Same Girl Remix Feat Usher & T-Pain via A Hot Mess

I like the original version of this song, I'm not sure if that's how it would go down if 2 dudes found out they were messing with the same girl however but i like it nonetheless. I'm figuring if it did go down, there would be some busted lips, hurt feelings and shorty would probably still be messing with both dudes.

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Leave it to bloggers to cover the real truth in current events and news. As you all know Micheal Vick has been tried, persecuted, and convicted of dog fighting in the court of public opinion. Well not so much as public opinion as much as PETA's opinion. But what happens when someone really does kill a dog with his own bare hands? What does PETA and Media do then?

Last night I searched the internet for hours looking for this case I heard on the radio one day while driving home from work. I found it here on Rhymes with Snitch. Which appears to be a drop from an article in the AJC Atlanta's leading newspaper which is no longer on the website. Before all of this Vick mess, another Atlanta Falcons player, Jonathan Babineaux killed his girlfriend's dog, leading to his arrest on a charge of felony cruelty to animals, in Gwinnett County. Reports say that he called his girlfriend who was at the movies after an argument between the couple to tell her she needed to come home and check on her dog Kilo. Yes folks Kilo, the perfect name for a Pit Bull. Allegedly Babineaux punched the dog in the face causing the dog to go into "severe physical distress." and vomit blood in the car on the way to the animal hospital where it was pronounced dead upon arrival. What was PETA's reaction to this? One measly blog pictured below w/ a lonely 7 comments.

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Now let's jump to Michael Vick, the man who has just simple been indicted, not convicted, tried, or anything close. What has PETA done w/ it's God like power? Posted numerous blogs staged protest and is basically calling for the Man to forfeit over the NFL's highest contract ever along w/ his next 5 children and his right arm. Well maybe not that much but check the difference w/ the blogs.

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202 comments. Why so much outcry for a man who hasn't even been convicted let alone seen his date in court yet. What ever happened to Guilty until proven innocent? Is it another case of a Black man making too much money? Or is it his lack to conform to a clean cut image? Now I'm not saying Vick is a saint, of course not he plays in Atlanta but isn't this still America? Where you're Innocent until proven guilty. It's moments like these when we need to stand up and say give the man a fair trail that he is entitled to per the constitution. The very one our President wipes his ass w/ everyday while our troop fight in an illegal war where 3632 Americans soldiers have died and over 26806 have been wounded. Where is PETA then? Is not a human life worth more than the life of a DOG? Join that fight Peta, or at least show the same amount of concern in all cases and not just one that can bring light to your organization and help y'all continue to ignore the real villains of Dog Fighting across the world.

What are your thought on this case?

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Today as I call up numerous automated systems to pay numerous bills I have come to the conclusion that I too feel like Ahmad. You know "back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore... But some days I sit and wish I was kid again." Well maybe I wouldn't feel this way if I was the person who had the idea to charge people 4.95 for paying a bill over the phone all because they want to wait until the last minute to pay their cot damn overpriced Gas bills. Death to Bill Matrix!!! Anyway, I was thinking I haven't really changed much from the kid that use to go to school and laugh at the teacher b/c she thought homework was so important, b/c all i had to do was listen to what she was saying while I drew in my mead spiral notebook the flyest Snoopy dressed in baggy jeans, a sweaters, gold chains, radio on the ground bumping the hottest tunes and a gun in each hand. (hey I listened to rap music) I remember the teacher would always get on me for not handing in homework but I told her I'll ace the test so don't worry. Ace the test is exactly what I did. And now on any job training I still do the same thing draw on the Microsoft word or power point templates printed out while they talk about all the ways the new systems or procedures are changing. So have I really changed much?

Another childhood habit I have is when I eat my Cookies and Milk, Yes Xilla loves milk and cookies. I'll be sitting down watching the all morning reruns of Sportcenter as Lebron James dunks on the whole team from the 3point line with my thumb and index finger immersed in some ice cold 2% milk and before I know it I'll pull my fingers out and there is only a small portion of the cookie left of it's round chocolate chip circle goodness. But I don't get mad I simply continue to dunk b/c I know after I had my fill of chocolate chip cookies there is one sitting at the bottom of my glass of milk that will be the best cookie in the universe. Gulp after Gulp of Ice cold milk will be devoured and when its all done. A mass of cookie mush will slide down the glass and join its cookie brothers and sister in my belly. After 27 years this is one of the perks of being a kid that I can't give up. Sometimes I'll just throw a cookie in the milk for shits and giggles. It's great.

So I ask you all today What are some Childish Habits that you still hold on to today as an adult?

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Don't Be Cruel

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Inside this blog you'll find the story of The Planet Formerly Known As Pluto.

There once was a planet named Pluto who was told she was too small to be a planet anymore. So she decided to become a R&B singer she called herself Rihanna. One Day ReRe (no that's not a reference to her larger than life forehead) decided to have lunch at a local restaurant.

The Planet FKAP was upset, she had a major crush on her lip-o-potumas boss named Jigga. Jigga was busy and totally forgot about their lunch date. The Planet FKAP looked up and noticed she was being followed by the evil Papa Razzi. This mean and evil super villian came with his camera of death which sucked the soul out of unsuspecting victims and ruin careers. So our hero decided to do the only other thing she knew how to do other than be a planet.

Chair VOGUE!!!

The evil Papa Razzi was stunned as on the next pose The Planet FKAP turned and head bunted him into dust and she was able to eat her Watermelon in peace.

The Moral of the Story is... Never Mess w/ a Negro and their Watermelon.
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Last time this happend the Towers fell, It was 9-11-2001 when Jay-Z and Outcast dropped on the same day. Jigga came out on top of first weeks sales. And then hit the Blueprint Lounge tour to tell NY "Bootleggers bombers and Bin Laden I'm Still packing I will not lose... But it's going down again Guess Whose Dropping on 9-11 This year.

Def Jam has confirmed that Kanye West's new album, "Graduation", will now hit record stores September 11th, the same day as 50 Cent's new album "Curtis".

Kanye

vs.

50

50 Is a bully so be on the lookout come august if he doesn't try to take Kanye's lunch money and try to give him a mega wedgie!!!!

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You can tell a lot about a person just by paying attention. Take the picture above as an example in the course of one evening Mr. West was Hard w/ the Screw face on, giddy while chomping into a cupcake, Pouting cause someone probably had on the same pair of Louis Vutton draws as him and well that last one I just can't call that emotion. I mean hey we all know he's from Mars. But lets take the time to see the other person inside of us all, in some cases people inside of us all like Tyler Durden from Fight Club.

The Good

I looked dead in Pam's eyes and smiled plopped my demo tape on the table and picked up the mic and showed Keisha and Pam my ass. Thats right folks I'm talking about 2/3's of Total. Puffy must have lied to them and told them they were getting a record label b/c they were holding auditions for new talent. At the time they were the hottest R&B group on the face of the planet. After I was done they stood up out of their chairs and gave me a standing ovation, I thought I was the shit, I hopped in my car blasted my shit and drove off like no one in the world was better than me. I played it cool though maintaining my humble outside appearance when deep down inside I felt like no one on earth could touch me. I am Xilla's over confidence. you couldn't tell me i wasn't getting a deal, I played that up to every girl I met and that summer I got so much play from wanna be video chicks Wilt Chamberlain would be proud. Needless to say they never called me, but I didn't care my one dessert dick was now wetter than the Atlantic Ocean hitting the coast of the Jersey Shore.

The Bad

The NY night was buzzing in all of the glory of NYC. The Planet Brooklyn my first time there w/ my boy P-Lee. We was cruising the streets knocking Beanie Sigel high off purple haze. Fortunately for us we were lost in the Jewish part of Brooklyn. We were making a right turn on red while this couple was crossing the streets. I had my black shades on, and I felt like The Junk Yard Dog. Jewish dude jumped at me, his long sideburns swayed in the wind to his pump movement of his body. Oh no he didn't "P stop the car" i said "let get him" We jumped out the car and started to chase this dude down the block. He hauled ass, leaving his girlfriend before we could even get the doors all the way open. She was standing there in the 90 degree weather w/ 90% of her body covered. We just laughed and got back in the car. We told her to leave that dude and we were just playing. We could have been killed by the Jewish mob. Brooklyn SON!!!

The Ugly

I was surfing the pages of blackplanet.com when I came across this profile that read FREAK!!!! So I hit her up we talked exchanged numbers and all that. She planned to come visit that Saturday. So once she got to my city she called me from the pay phone. Yes it was that long ago. I went to pick her up and who WHAT do I see? A cross between Riddick Bowe, Nail Carter and that chick from the record shop in juice gold cap and all. Her named was fire and not only did she look ugly she said ugly shit like I like that RED POLE in a harsh tone like she had just smoked 50 cartons of newports w/ no filters. Her nails were dirty and she made my stomach turn. But what was I to do she was at in my car and I was heading to my house. I had to think quick, so I picked my phone up set the alarm for 10 minutes and well once it rang I played like it was my boy who needed me. I told her I had to go it was an EMERGENCY and sent her back on an hour and a half train ride back to west bumblescum where she belonged. 1056 message on bp later I still haven't talked to her to this day.

Looking back I've done a lot of stuff in my life some were pretty messed up, others were great and some i'm extremely proud of, and all of these things show in a person if you just pay attention. Now from the pics of Mr. West i can tell he's a regular dude, he's not hard although he wants to be, he's spoiled and probably has a million female tendencies but he makes good music and for that Mr. West I salute you.

Who else is Inside of you

Other Pictures from this Event.

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This dude looks like Skelator after winning the lotto

Ok First let me start out by saying I really can care less what these celebs do, where they are at, who they are with or why someone decided to take a picture of them in the first place. All I know is that they are some funny mofos and frankly I like talking about them. First let me bring y'all up on a word my boy Won Fish came up with.

it dawned on us that the campus, the state... nay, the world needed something new. something ideal, something that empowered and encompassed everything that we as a people wish to portray thru our everyday conversation. the time was now for

SMCH.

oh, sure... to you it looks like 4 letters. but it's oh so much more. Someday the Websters and Jenkins dictionaries will both have this word gracing the pages between 'smack' and 'smell' but until then... here ya go

SMCH (sm'ooTCH) - 1.verb: the act of sucking one's tooth in utter disgust; the act of consciously hating on someone/something
ex. Dude told me my stunner shades weren't stunning at all. I smch'd him.
2. noun: a very displeasing sound made by one who is not in agreement; the sound made when smacking lips together signifying a listener's disbelief in a speakers statement
ex. John - "I don't think I have enuf money to pay this tab off"
Jimmy - "SMCH! what the hell you order all those damn drinks for!"

Well I want to send a huge SMCH (free Neck & Eye Roll included) To Soulja Boy for making this Superman song. Now it's probably not his fault but Dayum dude.

If you don't know what the superman dance is, it's the hottest dance sweeping the nation. You crank left and then crank right and then you Superman on that hoe!!! Yeah that's right you flail your arms out and fly off on the QUOTE, UNQUOTE Hoe you're dancing with. But then about a week ago my friend back in my old home Atlanta tells me... We don't Superman No Mo... We just Spiderman that Hoe... UUUUUUAAAHHHH... which makes sense I mean out of all the super heroes I would love to have that spidey string to pull a chick of my interest. C'mere!

But now while doing my blog stroll and finding a new blog from the Gypsy Pimp I come to find out there is Batman dance!!! WTF? First Superman, then Spiderman, and now Batman... Okay I can't like this crap anymore it changes too much. I'm old I mean I try to be hip and cool and up on the songs my 5 year old daughter likes but I don't all these aerobic class dances are a bit too much for me what ever happened to the wop, or the give it up, or even the chicken. I mean I'm bout to get back on my rap hustle and bring back out the preculator... Oh it's time... It's Time for the Preculator. If it's not time I think Soulja Boy just sparked off the Kitchen Dance Revolution!!! And we all know it will not be Televised... but uploaded to youtube for you viewing enjoyment.

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Please send her to Rehab

Call me lame, or call me whatever you want but I'm not feeling this chick. She looks sick, I know that's wrong but there is just something about the long lost love child of Adam Sandler and Peg Bundy that just doesn't do it for me. I mean I don't even like her music and I really don't see what's the big deal is. MTV Jams was running a promotion saying she's like the next Lauryn Hill. I think they were just trying to be funny.

Anyway she remind me of my aunt, you know the one that when she comes over you follow her around the house to make sure she doesn't steal anything. I mean we all love our auntie but we know she has a problem and anything not glued to the counter is liable to come up missing when she's around. There was this one time when I was chilling w/ these ladies back in Jersey who just happened to have a fetish for light skinned dudes w/ web pages and Purple Haze. So I drove to the nearest projects and copped some Purp for the low low. My man's Farrod had the good. So i walk up the stairs to the first lookout dude who directs me up to the 3rd floor.

Eager to get my smoke on, I run up the stairs taking 3 at a time. The money is balled up in my hand for the classic dap exchange, my other hand is firmly holding the vanilla dutch that's in my pocket so it won't break and guess who i see coming down the stairs... My auntie coming str8 out of the crack floor. I just smiled as she said what are you doing here Marty (that's what she called me and if any of you ever call me Marty I will be at your door faster than you can blink) I just laughed in my villain way Bwhahahaha!!! What are YOU doing here Auntie.

We would later check my auntie into rehab where she cleaned herself up only to slip again and go to the upper room a few years later. I remember seeing her in the hospital bed, trying everything in her power to get back on the streets for one last hit. She knew she was going to die, and all she wanted was one last high. I told the family they might as well let her go out on top. I Love my auntie and I know she smiling down on me right now as we speak.

Share your family Story when it comes to Drugs and Loved ones.

Dedicated to my Aunt Porky.

Until the next plate of Chicken and Waffles - Xilla

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This is a letter I wrote to Lil Wayne after the pics of him & Baby kissing and well after this cover I had to write another one.

Dear Wayne,
I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
They said you've been kissing Baby. I said not him
they said there were pics and thought that's a weird angle or something
But then all the black blogger uploaded them and blogged them.
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
I got 2 girls doesn't it feel good being a father?
At the Bet Awards? You could have dressed her in something hotter
I know a stylist named Bonnie
those pink boot she had on was tacky dog. I'm sorry
Plus I got a friend shot himself aiming at a chick who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Cam
I got a bunch of magazines with your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Jewlz, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
It's Xilla Man

Dear Weezy F,

you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP that you kissed that man
If you didn't wanna talk bout it outside your concert
you didn't have to, but might as well kissed a nigga named Matthew
So what you knew baby since you were six years old
dumped Trina cuz she was too old for you,
Got back together and wrote a song bout you loving the hoe
That's pretty witty man - you're like hoods idol
Nivea, SuperHead, and Trina I wanted to be just like you
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we you caught that case in Atlanta - I ain't spite you
That was at Lennox - I don't see you going that way
I never knew my father neither;
I ain't peg you for one of those DL Cheaters
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I get high and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
but now Baby got a tattoo of your face across the chest
that's gay as hell do you change his bandage when he bleeds
I saw the pic and it sent a sudden hush over me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's mad b/c I play your shit 24/7
W/ Baby & Slim, why don't you keep it to hugs
I know what it's like for boys from the hood growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Xilla -- P.S.
Stop kissing Men My dude