Yeah I know Kweli has nothing to do w/ this post but Who cares...

Throughout time there have been many languages, Yiddish, Pig Latin, Ebonics but none like this one. I like to call it dubbonics. It's the way urban youth double a word to express the seriousness of what we are talking about. Let me tell you a story.

It was about 5 years ago, I had called my brother "Jerrod" up, he was so glad I had called him, I didn't really understand what he was talking about but, all I know he said ok I'm on my way and hung up. 15 minutes later he called me back, thanking and praising God, that I had called him. See he was notorious for hooking up with people off of blackplanet.com who didn't have a picture. See there are 2 types of people I will not interact with over the internet. People with not pictures and people w/ the angles. What is the Angles well, it's those pictures that are all from weird angles and one side only. There are no full body pictures and front view pics, just pics w/ the camera above there head and slightly tilted 60 degrees and always from the right side of there face. Anyway on this particular day he explained to me that he had meet the woman from hell she was 4-7 and about 400 lbs with a giant green birthmark on her face, with pimples that pop and oozed goop every 10 minutes. Now not to say that she wasn't cool people just he intended to hook up w/ her to do the dirty jersey sanchez and all types of xxx rated stuff. But, once he saw her he sat in Rutgers student lounge with her, and watched the Giants game for about an hour, totally ignoring her until I called and gave him his escape route. He said "Yo Sun, she was ugly, I mean Ugly, Ugly!!!" I laughed so hard.

I would later find out the meaning of his pain myself. This is probably the worst thing I have ever done in my life, well no its not but this still haunts me, one day while surfing the pages of BP I got a message from FreakNastyGirl99 saying something like I'm the creator of the Jersey MeatHook, blah blah blah, She got my attention, saying that she will be in Elizabeth NJ, on Saturday and that we should hook up, (there was more messages exchanged) Fast forward to Saturday, she called me and says she is getting off the bus, I close my giant Omnipoint phone, and head to go meet her, I park my car, walk to the bus stop and there she was, the same female who my brother had wine and dined at Rutgers student lounge. I dipped around a the side of the bus, walked up 2 blocks and around 2 corners back to my car, it must have took me a good 15 minutes. I drove off into the sunset, Yea I know that was Bad, I mean Bad, Bad but still, I might have lost a finger if…

So there you have your example of Dubbonics, using a word twice to stress the meaning of how serious the situation was. Now, I know this isn't funny, funny, but I think it is still funny. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Can you give me an Example of Dubbonics?

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In Hilliard Ohio apparently they have nothing better to do, Hilliard Davidson High School senior Kyle Garchar who will further be referred to as "dude" planned about 60 hours on how to define his legacy as a high school senior. How would he do this you ask? Well his goal was to get the fans of the opposing team to hold up big cards that all spelled out "WE SUCK!!!" at a football game, which I think about it is pretty funny.

Unfortunately the principal didn't think it was so funny and gave the mastermind and two students who helped him three days of in-school suspension and banned them from extracurricular activities for a semester. Worthy punishment for the notoriety and extra chick who would think he's was cool I'm sure he collected a few extra pair of panties after that one.

My question is why the hell should they be suspended for pulling a mediocre prank such as a "WE SUCK" sign? They could have been like our class which knew that the school area attracted a lot of birds during lunch time, so during fourth period, right before lunch break, we all excused ourselves on restroom breaks and proceeded to dump big ass bags of birdseed that included broken up Alka seltzer tablets out onto the quad ... it was an explosive experience. No birds blew up but the doo doo that covered the school grounds from wall to wall to wall was mad ridiculous, and boy was administration pissed about it! Maybe these kids got suspended cuz thier dumb asses put the evidence on YouTube ending the video clip w/ a special thanks to the students, parents and faculty of Darby High... It couldn't have been done w/o you, instead of destroying it like we did.

Eh, you live and you learn I guess, at least this kid will be famous for the rest of his school year and that's always pleasing in High School. He'll be the "WE SUCK!!!" prank boy ... yeah, that's great, just fabulous. Maybe he'll think of somethin better to be known for next semester, like "Cherry Bombed the Toilets" boy or even better, "Drilled a Hole in the Girl's Locker Room" boy ... except I think that one has serious federal implications so he might wanna stray away from that one ... or at least not put the evidence on YouTube.

Have you ever witnessed or been a victim of a High School Prank?

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The good folks at Nike decided to give Kanye West his own Version of the Back II the Future Nike. SMCH!! But we can't tell him nothing he was rocking them recently at Listening party. So since the world, myself included are going 80's crazy, a random list of memories that have crossed my mind hopefully you'll get some memories of your own.

My Top 5 80 Moments
5. Tranformer Cartoon - When Optimus Prime Died
4. Simon Says - That game was Addictive
3. Board Games - I'll give you Trouble
2. ThunderCats - Maybe that's why I spent my early years involved w/ so many HOOOOOEESSS!!
1. WWF Action Figures - Nothing Spelled fun like those non bendable hard ass plastic dolls.

Smurfy

See I told you youngin's cereal used to come w/ Prizes inside... Now those very same Smurf Stickers Lost me my front tooth... We had just came back from Pathmark and I wanted those Stickers and wanted them bad so my dear momma decided to pick up a box of Smury Berry Cereal for her youngest Child that morning b4 school I ate my first bowl tilted the box to the side gave it a few gentle shakes,,, Excitement builds in my young body I see the top of the golden brown packaging that Post cereal Prizes come in and i reach and retrieved my prize... i open my stickers and proceeded to eat the rest of my cereal.. Now me being a child genius I had to catch a bus to school b/c The gifted and Talented kids went to school on the nice side of Elizabeth, NJ... So I get home ready to paste my stickerson my bed and on my Art book and they are gone.... I had a fit a temper tantrum started to cry I walked into my sisters room to see them stuck onto a picture of her dresser I screamed and tried to attack my sister who was at the time bigger than me, Bad Idea she knocked me into the radiator resulting in me missing my front tooth for the rest of my childhood life... Damn Smurf Berries!!!!

You Can't Do That On Television

I used to love this show I wanted to get slimed so bad that on yet another trip home from Pathmark I begged my mother for 25 cent to get me a globe of slime from those red candy toy machines that used to be in the Supermarket ( what happend to those things ) my dear mother surely gave me the quarter... maybe b/c gas wasaffordableback then 5 bucks would fill up the tankbut needless to say i got my smile and I played w/ it all night pouring over my GI JOE Action Figures... But around Dinner my Thugged out cousin Naim was spending the night and I got him good RIght when he was sleeping I took out my now Dirty Globe of Smile and dumped it over his head... lol He cried so hard... tried to fight me but I used to be able to kick his ass back then... All That has Nothing on YCDTOTV

Garbage Pail Kids

I used to collect these Grusome things maybe this is the reason why kids in the Ghetto are the way they are I mean Snotty Steve, Up Chuck... the list goes on I remember Trading everything from Now & Laters to 5 cent Super Blo's I had a fridge Door full of GPK stickers Remember if you collected the whole thing it would make a Big Poster you could tape together...

Check this out!!! W/ Commercials!!!
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What are some of your childhood Memories?

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Recently Michelle Obama, is a very strong black woman, I get chills just thinking about her. Recently at one of her speaking engagements she said "If you can't run your own house, you can't run the White House." Immediately the press ran w/ it as Angry Black Woman takes swipe at Hillary. Well Maybe they didn't say it like but they might as well had with all the attention the comment received. But my question today is Why does the media have such a problem w/ a strong black women? Me personally I praise the strong black woman who has more to do than just watch BET and try to get down the latest dance moves and hottest fashions. You see a strong black woman is like tripping and falling into a pool of money. Unfortunately, when most men get a fly strong black woman they ruin them, by cheating or using them to a point where they buckle down and handle their business even more.

You see women are queens, who should be worshiped, pampered, and praised. So today if you're holding down your job, house, kids and man. Then I applaud you and all you do. Thank you.

What Makes you a Strong Black Woman?

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Russell Simmons walking and holding hands w/ somoene other than his wife. And According to Concrete Loop's Blind Item, which does not state this is Kimora - she accepts her husband’s constant cheating and she tells female friends, ‘ignore what your man does, because men have different needs compared to women. A woman is content with one man throughout her life span but a man needs to be with several different women throughout his span to feel complete and I accept that.” “Keep your family together, no matter what he does.”.

Good stuff will make you do crazy things. There should be a list of do's and don't in the bedroom, Kinda like the pool, you know, no running, no jumping no pissing in the pool and all that other stuff. Now I know I shouldn't be comparing the Cooch to a public pool but there needs to be rules. The following things could ruin or cancel any potential sex you might have received. We often make simple little mistakes that could make shorty just want to go home and pull out her toy and get bizzy!!!

Luckily most of these things are just b/c everyone can't be a sexual intellectual like myself but I'm here to help.

Rule 1: DO NOT ASK: WHAT DO YOU LIKE

It's the first time you are having sex w/ her let's say the 3rd date, ok maybe the 2nd or hell you just met a jump off in the club and spent half of your check buying her and her friends drinks and dinner so you could look like a baller you are NOT. Your Kissing, her eyes are rolling in the back of her head, the pants come off and Then... Dun Dun Dun DAAA you ask the Question... "so do you like it ruff" Well guess what you just embarrassed her, she may have been ready to let you do the Atlanta Mouth Smack
Thats when you go and fuck her mom. Then, when your done, immediately go to her room and smack her in the mouth with your cock while she's sleeping. I mean really what do you expect her to say yea G-BO are you familiar w/ the Atlanta Mouth Smack, or how about the Dirty Jersey Sanchez? You might be trying to sound sexy or be considerate but you're not you just end up sounding like dude from American Pie!!!

Do: Try to do whatever, you'll get the feel of what you can and cannot do, and you never know you might have a freak on your hands and end up re-making your favorite porno minus the camera's and extras standing around waiting for you to finish so they could have lunch!!!

Rule 2: Don't Try to Stick Your Tongue In Her Ear:

It's down right nasty, you're going to be all juicy mouthed and then 2 minutes later she can hear the spit dripping down and banging on her ear drum!!!! it's just down right disgusting especially on the first fuck!!

DO...Go Soft. I'm not saying never go for the ear. But when you do nibble the earlobe, Lick the edges or something like that.

Rule 3: Don't Stick Your SemiHard ManTool in her Cooch:

I understand: You're hoping it will get harder once it's in. Or you're thinking that if you act like everything's fine, then everything will be fine. Or maybe you're treating your penis like your Kid or the child your babysitting -- you're going to show him who's boss and send him to his room. The only thing more humiliating than stuffing a flaccid penis inside someone is being stuffed by a flaccid penis. She can feel all of your fear, insecurities, and Desperations. Hey I know sometimes you feel obligated to give them the dick but you don't always have to fuck... ( I learned the Hard way) But if you do this, Trust me there will not be a round 2 or a rematch, you will not pass go and collect $200, but you will be sent right to the HOLE... Nope not that one, her own personal Pussy Jail never to come near her Coochie ever Again.

Do: Kiss more, watch BET uncut or get a prescription for Cialus, Viagra, Or Levitra

Rule 4: Know When to Reach for the Clit:

I know we all heard that by touching the clit we are more likely to make a girl cum but if you're in the missionary position do not lay on your arm and try to rub the clit... no female wants a elbow in her sternum while your pounding her love tunnel. Its like trying to rub her clit while you're watching the game and she's in the kitchen on the phone w/ her homegirls talking about how goofy you were on the first date. Also all females masturbate differently some like the clit to be rubbed, some like it to be tapped, some like a finger inside them and some don't

Do: Take her hand and place it on the cooch and tell her to show you what she likes. Then you take control of the situation following her motions... She will love you for this.

All in all just be yourself, don't be afraid to try new things or take the lead... And be sure that before you touch her kitty you wash you're hands, or just keep a bottle of hand santizer in your pocket.

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Playaz Circle Feat Lil Wayne - Duffle Bag Boy
I really like this song, It reminds me of the high school fight. You know when the whole school was around watching you and you just had to fight, and you couldnt run or try to get out of it. Damn Shame they giving brother's 20 years for a schoolyard fight these days. If you haven't already Read up on the Jena 6

Links
While Seated
Democracy Now
The Petition
Free The Jena 6 By Alice Woodward
TruthOut.org

Dear friend,

I just learned about a case of segregation-era oppression happening today in Jena, Louisiana. I signed onto ColorOfChange.org's campaign for justice in Jena, and wanted to invite you to do the same.

http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=2405-271996

Last fall in Jena, the day after two Black high school students sat beneath the "white tree" on their campus, nooses were hung from the tree. When the superintendent dismissed the nooses as a "prank," more Black students sat under the tree in protest. The District Attorney then came to the school accompanied by the town's police and demanded that the students end their protest, telling them, "I can be your best friend or your worst enemy... I can take away your lives with a stroke of my pen."

A series of white-on-black incidents of violence followed, and the DA did nothing. But when a white student was beaten up in a schoolyard fight, the DA responded by charging six black students with attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder.

It's a story that reads like one from the Jim Crow era, when judges, lawyers and all-white juries used the justice system to keep blacks in "their place." But it's happening today. The families of these young men are fighting back, but the story has gotten minimal press. Together, we can make sure their story is told and that the Governor of Louisiana intervenes and provides justice for the Jena 6. It starts now. Please join me:

http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=2405-271996

The noose-hanging incident and the DA's visit to the school set the stage for everything that followed. Racial tension escalated over the next couple of months, and on November 30, the main academic building of Jena High School was burned down in an unsolved fire. Later the same weekend, a black student was beaten up by white students at a party. The next day, black students at a convenience store were threatened by a young white man with a shotgun. They wrestled the gun from him and ran away. While no charges were filed against the white man, the students were later arrested for the theft of the gun.

That Monday at school, a white student, who had been a vocal supporter of the students who hung the nooses, taunted the black student who was beaten up at the off-campus party and allegedly called several black students "nigger." After lunch, he was knocked down, punched and kicked by black students. He was taken to the hospital, but was released and was well enough to go to a social event that evening.

Six Black Jena High students, Robert Bailey (17), Theo Shaw (17), Carwin Jones (18), Bryant Purvis (17), Mychal Bell (16) and an unidentified minor, were expelled from school, arrested and charged with second-degree attempted murder. The first trial ended last month, and Mychal Bell, who has been in prison since December, was convicted of aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery (both felonies) by an all-white jury in a trial where his public defender called no witnesses. During his trial, Mychal's parents were ordered not to speak to the media and the court prohibited protests from taking place near the courtroom or where the judge could see them.

Mychal is scheduled to be sentenced on July 31st, and could go to jail for 22 years. Theo Shaw's trial is next. He will finally make bail this week.

The Jena Six are lucky to have parents and loved ones who are fighting tooth and nail to free them. They have been threatened but they are standing strong. We know that if the families have to go it alone, their sons will be a long time coming home. But if we act now, we can make a difference.

Join me in demanding that Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco get involved to make sure that justice is served for Mychal Bell, and that DA Reed Walters drop the charges against the 5 boys who have not yet gone to trial.

http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/?id=2405-271996

Thanks.

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Now I’ve done some out of the ordinary things in my life … but I must say that this dude here has me (and probably you too!) beat!!! In Nashville, TN some hard up man printed fake hundred dollar bills from his computer, and passed them out like government cheese at the skrip club in return for lap dances. Call me silly but ummmm … I would think that if anybody could tell the difference between some real money and some fake money would be a stripper. They deal with money all day and all night ... you don’t think they’d be able to acknowledge a real bill from a bill that was printed off of your Dell PC just the night before on some recycled printing paper, right? Well it turns out that my assumption is correct, because they were the ones who called the police on this triflin’ fool. After about $600 worth of splurging from this apparently broke regular, they called in 5-0. To add insult to injury, this cat told the po’s that he’d recently sold some gold coins (gold coins?!?) and made a quick $1400 bucks off of em. Upon investigation, the dude’s family snitched like a bunch of first graders and told the cops there was an image of a c-note on the damn computer. I’ve been called stupid many a times in my life, but this guy right here is about to possibly spend up to 15 years in prison and have his PC confiscated, not to mention pay them skrippers back in real life funds for a few sloppy lap dances given by some drunk strippers. I wonder if to him, it was worth it. Looking from the outside in though … he may have been better off buyin him a hooker and callin it a night.

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Today, while I was minding my own business, my homegirl Feoshia sent me an article she knew would get my mind a rolling. Now I must say I was rather pissed when I began checking my mail, Gas Prices are through the roof, I wanted to do the grown up and had no one to do the grown up with and to top it all off, I didn't get to watch Girlfriends. But then suddenly it all started to make sense, after I read this article. You see, according to an extensive survey of 1,280 people ages 13-24 by The Associated Press and MTV, 72 percent of whites say they are happy with life in general, compared with 51 percent of Hispanics and 56 percent of blacks. (Which was probably 6 out of 12 people)

I had no idea, that white were generally happier than blacks, sure Tom, comes to work damn near hopping while sipping his 7 dollar latte from Starbucks. I thought that was just how they act, but apparently that's how happy people act. My life began falling in line, i realized that Aquanetta at McDonalds wasn't just pissed at her job, but she probably hated me, her manager, the sesame seed bun, and the color purple, not the movie b/c despite how pissed we are black folks always like movie "the color purple".

All jokes aside, the fact is racism is still a big factor in this country, while Vick is about to serve at least a year, Lyndsey Lohan got a day for cocaine, Nichole Richie for 82 Minutes. A black New Jersey resident, named Martin C, surveyed in the poll said "It doesn't surprise me. There's a lot of issues out there for African-American young adults. You can still go to certain places and feel uncomfortable, like you don't belong there." No one respects blacks, I was personally followed by this Arab in NYC who lurked from Isle to Isle in the video store. I noticed he was acting like he was cleaning up, but It after I went back an isle and he returned to mop the floor, he has just mopped. So, I decided to hit him w/ a fake out, I faked left and went back the other way and when he returned to the bottom of the isle he was just at, he arrived to find me staring directly at him upon his return.

We don't help the race issue, when you have some black people who still support racist antics, you get a feeling of how can we achieve the vision seen in Martin's Dream? When Blacks name their children names no one but them can pronounce, whose at fault. I support individualism, but is ShaDiamonique' LaShaTasha Jenkins not professional? If Not when Why is Sundeep Trinisvasanini Patel?

Racism is the ever lasting black eye of this nation, an apology would be nice.

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I'm keeping a running Tally of who gets caught on youtube doing the soulja boy dance. Judgement Day is near. T-Pain Joins Beyonce, Remy Ma, Samuel Jackson and millions more who Cranked Dat Soulja Boy

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My daughter is set to have her first day of school later this week. I'm so excited, We went to the mall for some last minute school shopping and I must say school shopping sucks. I spent all of my money on polo shirts and uniforms. Jordans cost too damn much. All for the love of the kids. It's amazing how you can rock star up a school uniform.

It was on day in Kindergarten, we were set to take the tour of the school PS 13 Benjamin Franklin. There was this fine piece of light skin chocolate w/ braids, beads and missing teeth, who was standing right there in front of me. We had talked and decided she would be my girlfriend and I would be her boyfriend. We were in love after 2 short hours of staring at each other intensely. I would draw circles w/ the same color crayons she drew triangles with ah toddler love..

So as we walked down the hall we stopped in front of the dreaded principles office and that's when it happened. I smelled the lovely scent of blue magic grease, my pecker for hard. So I humped her. She loved it. We spend the rest of the week in love until the late arrival of Direnda Fischer showed up. Those were the days.

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Happy Monday Folks, I'm off of work today and I plan on using this whole day to do absolutely nothing!!! Go Me!! But this weekend I had my latest stroke of genius, I came up w/ the perfect comeback technique for has been, surreal life musicians to make their way back into the game. Since all of these "New Rappers" are remaking old songs, why don't the "Old Rapper" Remake New songs. They can send all check, and monetary donations to the right in my chip-in Birthday Fund. (Oh I was dead serious when I asked for a Dollar from everyone who reads my blogs). My suggestion for rappers and singers of the MTV Raps Generation goes as followed

Heavy D - The overweight love killed the 80's w/ songs like Mr. Big Stuff, Money Can't Buy Me Love and more, but as I listened to local radio it dawned on me, he could re-make TI's Big Thangs Poppin. Couldn't you hear a diddily Diddily Dee right after that Lil Thangs Popping. Mixed w/ an over weight version of the The Heavster Cranking Dat Oreo? Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Michael Jackson - The King of Pop, ruled the airwaves in his hay day. So it's only right that he jacks the airwaves, Latest all day on the radio king, T-Pain. Now couldn't we just see Michael serenaded little kids everywhere w/ Teddy Pain's hit Buy you a Drank. I mean it even has a Shawty Snap in there. Perfect. Kids would love it.

Bobby Brown - This one is really too easy, he could remake a whole gang of songs. We Fly High, Can't Tell Me Nothing, Stronger... You know after one sniff of that stuff he'll get that retarded Bam Bam Strength. Bobby could make a whole album off nothing but remakes and it would totally fit. We Fly High... SNORTING!!!

Skee-Lo - Back in the day he wished he was a little bit taller but now, he can revel in his height handicap and jack Plies for the track to Shawty. I'm sure he's at home watching Dr. Phil advising him to love himself. And what better way to show that then by hopping back on the mic to let's us know the power of your Shortness. But you'll have to fight for this song.

Mc Lyte Feat Queen Latifah - Yep, he would have to fight to the death with these 2 ladies over the shawty song. I mean this is their chance to not only get back in the rap game but also come out the closet. La, Lyte, we all know you 2 like to munch the carpet every now and then... And there is nothing wrong w/ it. I understand your addiction to eating pussy. I often dream of eating pussy until I turn into a lesbian. So You two call each other up and Remake this song already.

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It's just not fair, dude has the hottest album of the year, and now he's the meat of a Rihanna, Alicia Keys Sammich? SMCH! It's just not fair. I am now hating on Common. I'm going to cut off my locks, get a jheri curl and throw up west side gang signs at all his shows!!! Who's with me?

Ok I'm kidding I'm proud of the kid w/ the runny nose from the Chi.

here is my Favorite Common Verse

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Mos Def is hoping to draw attention to what he sees as equities in the United States' criminal justice system with the 10th annual "Black August" benefit concert at The Nokia Theater in New York .

Mos Def throws darts at the gossip blogs in an interview with the AP:

“People in key positions as artists, programmers, presidents, chairmen — they’re letting their people down. Wake up!” Mos Def said. “If (Tupac Shakur) could get killed, then your life means nothing, no matter if you have 100 cents or a 100 million.”

“There’s certainly more urgent issues in the world,” he said. “It’s that whole entire gossip industry, as it relates to us (black people), and what we have to do, and what our position is on a global level — it’s just totally counterproductive.”

I tend to agree I was looking at the other blogs going against my blog in the BWA's (vote for me) and they all seem to be carbon copies of Crunk & Disorderly, Nah Right and Smoking Section I mean do something different Folks.

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Oscar-nominated director John Singleton was driving a Lexus SUV when it struck and killed a jaywalker who stepped in front of the car, police said Friday. This is just another example of why we need to cherish life and be extremly careful in everything we do.

People now a days to much stuff while driving from, text messaging to putting on makeup, and the ever popular talking on the cell phone. Be careful people.

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**disclaimer** The views expressed by the 100 King$ are not the views of the Blogxilla.com, FWNBTD Radio or any of it's affiliates.

I POSE THIS QUESTION OUT THERE TO ALL OF YOU WHO DARE TO ANSWER!!!!
NOW AS YOU ALL PROBABLY KNOW ALREADY I AM REGARDED AS AN A+ ASSHOLE, WHICH I DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT SINCE I AM THAT PIECE OF YA PERSONALITY THAT YOU IGNORE AND DON'T GIVE RECOGNITION TO. I AM ALL AND ALL ARE ME.
NOW FOR THE QUESTION THAT HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR A WHILE NOW.....
WHY HAS THE PRICE OF PUSSY DROPPED?
NOW I WILL GO INTO DETAIL TO GIVE REASONS WHY I FEEL THIS WAY....

NOW PUSSY USED TO BE A COMMODITY SEE QUOTE (Stock Exchange. any unprocessed or partially processed good, as grain, fruits, and vegetables, or precious metals OR PUSSY AS I WOULD SAY.) AS MEN WE ALL DEPEND ON THESE NATURAL RESOURCES TO MAKE OUR EARTH KEEP PUSHING FORWARD.
NOW I HAVE NOTICED THE PRICE OF POON-TANG DROP FROM A LOFTY POSITION NEAR THE HEAVENS TO BEING WORTH LESS THAT WOOD. I FIND THIS VERY DISTURBING BECUZ I AM ONE OF THE MEN WHO ENJOY GOOD PU-NAN-EEE (SAY IT WITH ME NOW) BUT ALSO THE CHASE THAT GOES WITH THAT GOOD COOCH. ASK ANY MAN AND HE WILL TELL YOU THE EASIEST TO GET AINT ALWAYS THE BEST. WE LOVE THE HUNT PROBABLY BECUZ WE ARE JUST BEASTS WHO HAVE LEARNED TO TALK, WALK UPRIGHT AND WIPE OUR ASS'S, AND LOOKING FOR LADIES WITH GOOD JELL-O IS PROBABLY THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP.
NOW BACK TO THE MATTER AT HAND WITH THE PRICE OF PUSSY AT AN ALL TIME LOW. I CAN REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY NIGGAS WOULD GET SHOT FOR MESSING AROUND WITH SOME DUDES LADY, OR MAYBE HIS EX LADY. THAT TYPE OF SHIT RARELY HAPPENS ANYMORE UNLESS THERE ARE OTHER VARIABLES INVOLVED SUCH AS MONEY OR PRIDE.
MEN** CAN YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU GOT SOME PUSS. HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET, HOW HARD IT WAS TO KEEP, HOW YOU BRAGGED FOR THE WHOLE SCHOOL YEAR ABOUT WHO YOU SLEPT WITH... WHERE ARE THOSE DAYS? HELL I DON'T EVEN WANT TO REMEMBER SOME OF THE WOMAN I HAVE HAD SEX WITH, SOME I HONESTLY CANT REMEMBER... (THAT SHIT IS SAD)

THERE IS NO MORE HUNT WHEN IT COMES TO A LOT OF WOMAN. I CAN RECALL DATING THE CALENDAR GIRLS. YOU KNOW THE TYPE THAT WONT KISS UNTIL 1 WEEK OF DATING, WONT FUK FOR 3 MONTHS OF DATING. NOWADAYS I MEET WOMAN AND THE FIRST NIGHT I GOT HER HEAD BANGING ON THE HEAD BOARD FOR ABOUT A GOOD 2 MINUTES ( HELL I AINT SWEATING OUT MY WAVES TRYNA BUST SHORTYS ASS). OR YOU CAN SWEET TALK THEM ON SOME REAL EASY SHIT, YOU KNOW WHEN YOU MEET A WOMAN AND SHE TELLS YOU EVERYTHING SHE HATES IN GUYS SO YOU TRY YA HARDEST NOT TO BE THEM ( BUT YOU REALLY ARE).
IS IT THE YOUNG WOMAN WHO DON'T KNOW THEY ARE SITTING ON AN ATM MACHINE THAT JUST GIVE THE COOCH TO ANY DUDE THEY THINK IS CUTE OR "BALLIN".
IS IT THE DUMB ASS WOMAN WHO LET THERE MAN CHEAT ON THEM CONSTANTLY AND STILL STAY WITH HIM, EVEN FURTHERING HIS MIND SET THAT WHAT HE IS DOING IS OKAY AND NOT AFFECTING THE WHOLE MALE SPECIES.
IS IT THE WOMAN THAT LET HER MAN HAVE SEX WITH OTHER WOMAN BECUZ SHE IS BI. YOU KNOW THE 3 SOMES N SHIT THAT TRULY CORRUPTS THE HELL OUT OF MAN. MAKES HIM WANT MORE THAT WAS ALLOTTED TO HIM.
OR IS IT THE DESPERATE ASS WOMAN WHO WILL DO ANY AND EVERYTHING FOR A MAN. THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE IN LOVE WITH HER OR TREAT HER EVEN REMOTELY HUMAN. YA KNOW SHE MAKES MORE EXCUSES FOR HIM THAN HE DOES FOR HIMSELF. COULD IT BE SOCIETY THAT HAS MADE IT EASIER TO GET DIVORCED AND NOT UPHOLD THE LAWS OF MARRIAGE?

COULD IT BE MEN THAT ARE UPSETTING THE PRICE OF OUR MOST VALUABLE RESOURCE? YA KNOW MANKIND HAS ALWAYS DISTURBED WHATEVER HE HAS TOUCHED SO I TAKE PARTIAL BLAME. I WAS OR MAYBE STILL AM A WOMANIZER. I LOVE WOMAN, LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE WOMAN. BUT I AM NEVER IN LOVE WITH THEM. IT IS JUST PURELY PHYSICAL AND AFTER THAT CONTACT I HAVE NO OTHER USE FOR THEM ( I KNOW I AM AN ASSHOLE BUT I AM AN HONEST ASSHOLE). I THINK MOST OF US MEN ARE THE SAME WAY. MOST OF US CANT REMEMBER HOW MANY WOMAN WE HAVE SLEPT WITH. BUT WE ARE CONSTANTLY LOOKING FOR PREY. SO MAYBE IT IS "I" WHO HAS MANIPULATED THE PRICE OF OUR BELOVED ASSET, AND WE HAVE TURNED IT INTO A LIABILITY. WE RUN AROUND SO MUCH WE ARE POISONING THAT WHICH WE LOVE THE MOST. AND IT IS SURELY BACKFIRING ON US. H.I.V AND A HOST OF OTHER UGLIES YA DIG. WE HAVE WOMAN TRYING TO COMPETE FOR THE NEXT SPOT IN OUR LIVES SINCE A LOT OF US AINT WORTH SHIT. WE ARE EITHER DEAD, IN JAIL, GAY, 6 B.M'S ( BABY MOMMA'S), OR HEADED THERE IN THE NEXT 10 YEARS OR SO. SO THE FEW THAT ARE OUT HERE ARE PRECIOUS JEWELS TO WOMAN. THEY NEED A GOOD MAN AND WE NEED A GOOD WOMAN. BUT OUR ACTIONS ARE DESTROYING THE BEST KNOWN RESOURCE THAT MAN COULD HAVE. I STARTED THIS BLOG IN ONE MIND FRAME AND KNOW IT HAS SHIFTED. MAYBE ME, YOU AND EVERY OTHER MAN THAT HAS DAMAGED A WOMAN IS THE CAUSE OF THIS CATASTROPHE. WE PUT THEM IN POSITIONS WHERE A LONELY WOMAN WILL HAVE SEX WITH A MAN IF SHE THINKS IT WILL KEEP HIM AROUND, AND WHEN HE DOESN'T THE PRICE OF COOCH DROPS AGAIN. I SAY WOMAN TAKE BACK YA PUSSY AND RASE THE PRICE ON IT. STOP GIVING IT TO ANY OLD MAN MAKE SURE YOU GIVE IT TO SOMEONE THAT WILL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE GIVING UP AND WILL TREAT IT AS SUCH, AND BE RESPONSIBLE AND LOYAL TO IT.
IT IS ALL THESE THANGS AND MORE THAT HAVE PUT THE PRICE OF PUSSY IN CONSTANT DISARRAY. I THOUGHT BEING SINGLE MEANT SOMETHING. SHIT MOST OF THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SINGLE HAVE BETTER SEX LIVES THAN ME AND MORE OF IT AND I AM IN A LTR.. (SORRY BABES NOT YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW I GET LAZY AFTER THAT NUT, YOU ARE GREAT...LOL).
COMMENTS IF YOU PLEASE.... SEE LADIES I'M AN ASSHOLE BUT I GOTTA GOOD HEART...
BANG FUKIN BANG

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First off Washington Mutual sucks, there customer service is the worst excuse for helping a customer I have ever seen in my life. businesses of today are really lacking the service part of customer service. It's like their employees have problems and they insist on taking it out every single caller that gives them a call. Maybe I was interrupting her from her myspace addiction or browsing some new designers fall collection of pumps. Whatever it is, I'm super pissed and my scheduled blog has been delayed. But since I'm not wired right I'm going to risk being late to write it anyway. But I would like to know, Some of the worst customer service experiences you have been through. Maybe It would make mines look like something small.

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All Hell is about to break loose. The City Of Atlanta is about to make it illegal to rock the sag. TI and rappers across the world need to watch out. Now although I hate to see other mens dirty Drawls I am very much against this new ordinance. First off it leave the law up to the judgement of the officer. Which is down right wrong...

Debbie Seagraves, executive director of the American Civil Liberties Union of Georgia, said the law could not be enforced in a nondiscriminatory way because it targets something that came out of the black youth culture.

"This is a racial profiling bill that promotes and establishes a framework for an additional type of racial profiling," she told The Atlanta Journal-Constitution for its Thursday editions.

The proposed ordinance would also bar women from showing the strap of a thong beneath their pants. They would also be prohibited from wearing jogging bras in public or show a bra strap, Seagraves said.

The proposed ordinance states that "the indecent exposure of his or her undergarments" would be unlawful in a public place.

What's your take on this new Law?

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Remy Ma and her New Long All Black Weave... Shesus Christ

A good weave is essential to a females well being. Nothing brings a female down quicker than a busted weave. We've all seen them. Some of you probably had a busted weave in your head a time or two. So here at BlogXilla.com we are letting you know that it's alright to have a weave just make sure that you spend the extra money to make sure it looks nice. Yakki isn't wacky.

Oh yeah Don't never say I never gave you something

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I promise, I don't plan on blogging about Kanye West everyday this nigga is just... Well Stupid, on drugs, or really really delusional!!! But he has some competition for worst person of the week, for saying or doing some outlandish shit. Lets get it.

3 - In the next issue of XXL Mr. West said - “If Justin hadn’t come out and killed the game, I can’t say that my album, singles and videos would be on the same level that they’re on,” he says. “We push each other. I look at me and Justin like Prince and Michael Jackson in their day.”

Ok Let me get this str8, we should expect either one of you to start getting a bunch of plastic surgery and change races and the other one to rock assless jeans, get a perm and be extremely homo erotic yet keep the sex appeal w/ the ladies... Well I would say Kanye would be prince b/c he's already halfway there. And I could see Justin getting a permanent tan and growing some locks.

2 - In other news Mr. Piss on your Teen said - “is just something that came out of nowhere and it’s here, and I believe it’s here to stay. I believe that 20 years from now, there will be a program called ‘Trapped in the Closet,’ there’s gonna be a talk show called ‘Trapped in the Closet.’ … It’s very well alive and it’s gonna be here forever.”

So we can rest assure that we'll get at least 100 versions of trapped in the closet huh? But a talk show? Who are you the long lost bastard child of Ricki Lake, Donahue & Jerry Springer's kinky 3some? But in the article the writer had the last laugh when he wrote. We see Kelly sitting in a small screening room with his back to us, puffing on a fat cigar and watching “Trapped” unfold on the screen in front of him. Every so often, he turns around to face the camera and remark on how his character is feeling or why he made a particular lyrical decision.

The thing is, it’s clear that he’s not sitting there narrating what’s going on on-screen at the same time as his on-screen self is doing the exact same thing, only in song, because he wanted to blow our minds with the self-referential postmodernism of it all (though he succeeds at that). He simply thought it would be cool to sit in a theater and suck on a stogie, and he really, really means it when he says, “There’s rhyming all the way through ‘Trapped in the Closet’ and that’s what makes it even more interesting, and I don’t even know how that happened.”

1 - And Number 1 by a landslide is the Parents of Ron Goldman who won the rights to OJ Simpson's book "If I Did It." Only to actually publish the book, which in turned snatched the crown of exploiting someone's death from the head of P-Diddy by decapitation. These people have done nothing but live of OJ Simpson, the man who was cleared in the murder case... It's sick how could you actually profit of the death of your son? Whose only famous for getting caught w/ some ice cream in the house of a married woman? I mean really do these people have any morals?

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Quote of the Day: for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh, we deprive a soul of the sun and light and of that proportion of life and time it had been born into the world to enjoy

I got a sweet tooth for you girl I'm tempted to taste. I can't wait to drink your milk You're looking like a big ole piece of cake. I'm hungry girl, let me raid your kitchen. There is a fundamental mistake made by the male gender all over the world, and that's eating the pussy just to get some cooch. You give us good coochie eaters a bad name when we get in a mood like I am in today. I want to take a fly shorty and lay her down and eat her pussy all day long until night falls and the stars come out to play. I mean eat her like a world class food eater in one of those competitions. Y'all know what I'm talking about when you see those dudes holding a trophy w/ food smeared all over their face. Yea like that I want to put my face all up in her middle, b/c my mind tells me that the next cooch i eat will taste just like a bag of skittles.

Eating Pussy is a science!! There rules to this shit, and I'm going to need band-aid for my knees and I'll probably give my self a mouth full of cavities. When it comes to eating I like to do a few things.

Ease Down On It

Work The Middle... Rock The Boat

Go for the Kill

Batteries Not Included

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Here is the latest Video from the Illest New Kid in the game right now! Latino - Joell Ortiz off his album Brick... don't never say I never gave yall nothing

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Kelis and Nas chilling her K's birthday party

I think they need a nick name, a cool one like Bradjelina or Tom Kat. Love is a wonderful thing, I can just imagine them shouting philosophical theories during sex, ways to get to Africa and all sorts of weird stuff like that. But what if the sex between them wasn't so great? What if Nas suffered from 2 minute-itus? hmmm

She..walked into my room, she looked stunning we have waiting months before we finally decided to..sleep w/ one another. I talked mega shit, about how I would bust her ass, we did the foreplay thing and it was time to enter her, I pulled her panties off saw her freshly shave kitten, and entered her ready to smack it up, flip it and rub it down..... Oh NO!!!! I came!!!

1 minute and 10 seconds later, I tried to play it off, I got it back up in almost no time... Yea this thing doesn't happen to me... Round 2 ding ding... Damn this pussy is good I'm going to kill it... I started to pound away 1,2,3,4,5, and he's out for the count!!!

I was crushed I couldn't believe what my Man Timex was doing to me... (yep I call it my Man Timex b/c I take a licking and keep on ticking) We just ended up laying there for the rest of the night holding each other, sleeping in our nakedness luckily she actually like me and gave me the benefit of the doubt... I woke up that next morning w/ the Morning Wood and put it on her... savioring some of the best pussy I ever had, so I made up for myself but I never really mastered that pussy I just couldn't get a hold of it. So after several sub par proformances, I am forever lame in her eyes...

So in an effort to help men everywhere I have added some simple tips on how to over come this problem.

Work Out Your Love Muscle: The Cock is a Muscle so work it out, Masterbation will help but not for your own pleasure, lube up and rub w/ a woman's orgasism in mind. Give yourself a time limit of 15 minutes working your way up to climax but hold it off..until you hit your mark. See most of us used to beat off in our rooms at our mother's house w/ a simple goal of busting a nut before someone walked in and caught us w/ a handful of our love snakes. Which conditioned us to busting fast... So break the chain.

LEARN THE GI JOE KUNG FU GRIP:.. If you're about to bust during masturbation or sex, stop and squeeze right below the head of your dick. This pushes the urge to submerge your woman's kitten w/ your baby batter.

Sexercise: Did you know men, have Kegel muscles as well? Yep! work em out, press and hold for like 10 seconds and do them is sets of ten. You can do this basically unnoticed, so while you're at the dinner table on your date work out your man tool, she'll never know and she'll take you for it later.

Ladies First: Make her cum first, once you make her bust it removes the pressure from you, then you can relax and bust when you're ready... Try using your mouth, or your fingers.

Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever had to break up w/ someone who just couldn't do the do longer than 2 minutes? If so Share

Check Out Last nights Podcast, where we discussed, Jena 6, Michael Vick and a bunch of other Randomness

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"Dear God Make me a bird, so I can fly far far away from here."

Many of you may know that as one of the most famous lines in the movie Forest Gump. I never understood that line until this summer. (key flash back music)

On a summer's afternoon after taking my daughter to the mall, to play on the little indoor park, and buy her some new clothes for our summer long journey. I get out of the mall to my waiting 1 million degree car w/ no air condition. Luckily I don't live far from the mall so we didn't have that far to drive, plus she had burger king so she was still sipping her juice. We are driving slow enjoying the exquisite landscape of Georgia, when a bird decides that he wants to have target practice and I'm the target. From a quarter mile in the air he shot a piece of wet bird dookie pass some trees around the electrical wire, thru my car window right on my left shoulder.

It was disgusting, but thankfully I was pulling into my apt complex when the bird got the urge. so I didn't have to sit w/ a wet shirt for no more than 2 minutes before I got out of it and threw away my brand new Bruce Lee graphic tee.

Now today, while retrieving something from my car I saw a bird fly over my head, out of habit I looked up at him, mainly b/c most people can't go, number 2, when someone is looking at them. I realized that I now have a fear of getting shitted on. As, I stood there relieved that I didn't get a eyeball full of bird poop, I thought of how great it would be to be able to go number 2 on the move. Yea I know it's disgusting, but think of all the time you would save. I think we got the short end of the stick in the travel department. I mean think about it, Cheetahs run faster than anything in the world, yea we have cars but w/ gas prices higher than Whitney & Bobby after make up sex eh!!

Why must we pay for our need for speed? But out of all the animals in the world, Birds have it best, for one they can fly, for 2 they can fly fast, and for 3 they can fly and take a crap at the same time. Imagine if we had that ability, we could add an hour to our day, just coming back from lunch, McDonald's isn't agreeing w/ you, well no need to be late you can just crap right on your way to back to work. Charmin could make Wipe and Go's the new phenomenon in toiletries. I mean what made birds to special? Dogs have to stop to crap, tiger's, monkey's not only stop but they fling theirs,

hell Fish even swim funnier when they have that long string of poop hanging from their tail fins, but Birds have a monopoly on the Moving Manure Maneuver. So Now I think I understand part of my favorite movie in the world, she didn't get Mark Foleyed she just had to go Poo!!!

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The world changes but yet it stays the same. Case in point the current state of hip hop, while many believe hip hop is dead. I firmly believe that hip hop has just begun. Many blame the south for it's death but I beg to differ. Think back to hip hop infant days. When Boogaloo Shrimp grabbed the broom and blessed us w/ a scene which would down in hip hop history, and fast forward to current and you can see youth every where cranking a different version of the snap dance. It's beauty to my eyes. It's a graceful release from society's criticism on youth whose futures are endangered by global warming and a never ending war in a world of low paying jobs and poor school systems.

Now don't get me wrong Soldja Boy is no Mozart or Nasty Nas. But lets look at how our music started... With Break beats and kangol clad teens spinning on their heads and doing the snake, so I say this is no different.. The shit is fun, and if you're ever in the south and have the change to experience 5000 strong all snapping simultaneously when the current hot song comes on you'll understand and feel the love of music in the bones of ever drunk and or high soul in the building.

Let's face it, NY dropped the ball, the A&R's and artist got caught up in NY is the shit and stopped making creative and fun music. How many times must I be forced to listen to some former drug dealer who never sold a drug in his life tell me how to flip keys, cook birds and how he pumped the block w/ enough poison he could fuck ever girl or should I say bitch from here to Iraq b/c he's popping bottles. Hip Hop got stale.

Or maybe Hip Hop has evolved aways from drug lords w/ a mic, back to a new form of break dancing, where you lean and rock snap your fingers and fly like your favorite super hero. All I'm saying is that Snap music, is fun, and enjoyable and just as the old folks talked about break dancing until some young flim school grad decided to bring the culture of hip hop to the silver screen, snap music will have to endure it's naysayers until someone w/ a camera and a passion for the music decided to make a movie about life in the south... The Party That Never Stops... So until then why don't we just stop hating and getting mad b/c some young southern boy doesn't know who Kool-Herc is, (most of us can't tell you when MLK Died) just continue to do your dance all throughout life.

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Kanye's is a Funny dude!! Check out what he has to say about 50. I think I smell another diss record coming.

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Yesterday, I'm reading the current news when I see a headline as big as day saying... A man threw his seriously ill wife four stories to her death because he could no longer afford to pay for her medical care. Damn this reminds me of the good old Plan B. You know, you get a phone call from your "SHAWTY", and she's like I'm Pregnant. I'm you say in your best half sleep Cain from Menace II Society voice. "What you telling me for." But relationships go bad, it's almost a natural fact. So I figured I would let all of you folks in on one of my own personal experiences.

I was about 17 years old, I called up my girlfriend and I heard a dudes voice on the background. Who the Fuck is this? I said. It was at this point in my life that I knew exactly how little Mike Bivens felt when he sang Mr. Telephone Man along w/ a pre crack Bobby Brown and chipped tooth Ralph who sounded like Alvin from the Chipmunks at the time. But you can best believe I wasn't about to hail down the the nearest Bell Atlantic van and start singing and dancing.

I called up my cousin, got my mutt out the backyard put him on his leash, put on my timbs and went for a little walk to this chicks house. I was too scared to ring the bell, but luckily for me here they come walking from the store holding hands. Oh hell naw!

I walked up to them superfast w/ a speed only matched by a cheetah, well maybe a crack head on a binge. I grabbed my dog and said Chopper Sick Balls, fresh from Stand By Me, Rusty the dog sat down. I yanked his leash and stepped on his tail causing him to bark, I saw the fear in this dudes face after the 3rd yelp from my dog.

A bunch of questions, niggas this is my girl and i'll fuck you up followed and that's when it happened he swung. My lightning fast reflexes caused me to dip back, his first attempt at a punch missed. It was my turn, a 3 piece and a biscuit hit nothing but air, I had one that battle, being as though he missed once but I knocked the atmosphere clean out. It was time to stop playing games. I squared back up, totally blocking out how MY girl was sticking up for this nigga. So I loaded up the left hand and planted it right in the socket of his eyeball. He teetered back and took 3 steps forward in a daze and stumbling my way so I grabbed him and put him in a headlock.

I was a huge wresting fan back then so I figured I would hit him w/ a fireman's press or maybe even the perfectplex. Well let me tell you wrestling moves are a lot easier to pull off on Monday Night Raw. But I as we stood there throwing blows locked in a never ending hold I noticed I had someone on my back. It was my girlfriend punching the back of my head and scratching my neck and back. WTF, maybe I was just some dude she fucked in the library and he was her real boyfriend. Maybe the baby, in her stomach wasn't mine and I should have considered Plan B.

My cousin just sat there holding my dog as I was getting jumped by My Girl and her Real Boyfriend. Nevertheless I was tired as shit and before I could get another hit off, this 6 foot 6 Armenian dude from across the street decides to break up the fight, pulling my girl off of my back and grabbing me in a bear hug that would have made, Hillbilly Jim proud. But he did it not to break up the fight Neutrally... He held me still just long enough to let my girls real boyfriend land his first and only blow direct to my jaw. Now this sparked off a whole history of fights and arguments b/c the shorty didn't stop talking to either of us but at least I didn't end up in court like Vick, Morgan or R-Kelly. Sometimes Plan B is a good Idea... and if you don't know what Plan B is... it's Pushing your soon to be ex-girl down a flight of stairs.

But I say all of that to ask this,

How do you end a relationship?

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When the relationship first starts all is well. You're happy, you get text messages in the morning to the point where it sort of drives you crazy but it still makes you feel special. I like to compare it to bird feeding. You throw some stuff out there and hope they will eat it up. I have given up this game but it was while playing this game that I learned a few tricks of my own. This has allowed me to get out of the game of getting pussy, and get in the business of laying down the Pipe.

Special

Little girls are told from the moment they are born that the place between their legs are special. Don't let anyone touch you their, it's your special zone, your PRIVATES. 6th graders everywhere walk around singing "My name is Peaches I'm the Best..." They get so much reinforcement that it's damn near impossible to get any until your about 17 that's when most girls start to warm up the "jaguar" for that long trip of freedom call college. It was on college campuses across the nation where the term Sexual Intellectual was born. Girls became ladies, they also realized they can get a dude to do anything they want b/c they had something special. They had Power to get a dumb broke college student to spend his book money on Prada shoes if he THOUGHT he could get close enough to her privates. Men are no different we too are tainted from childhood. No one pays up any attention all we know is we came out of woman and our hormones tell us they we need to come back into women. Little boys squeeze breasts, play w/ their ding ding, Go to the arcade to watch Chun Li do a split fly kick all for a chance to see a anime tit. So at 17 or unless we run across a girl who wasn't told her P was special we are looking for Cooch.

But men get it twisted, we embark on a mission to get the fastest car, the newest phone, the most money, and whatever designer that TI had on at the grammy's but only in one of those exotic colors that Young Dro raps about. So while you shop for your Pomegranate Blazer and Pineapple Tie you never realize that the only reason you want to look like a semi-thug version of a bag of skittles is so you can get some pussy. But What most men fail to realize is that females like sex too, just as much as us guys, and fellas They get pleasure from it too. So you don't have to be in the game of getting Cooch, be in the business of laying the pipe. SMH I never understood why people would pay their hard earned or illegally earned money to make someone else feel good.

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So I'm having a conversation w/ my nigga Juice, last night about the blog I posted yesterday Cheat On You. The comments that follow is real talk, it's how the men of the world, talk to each other, at least real dudes from the hood who are trying to make something for ourselves. My nigga Juice said,

My boy had a point, I thought about it, and I totally understood where he was coming from. It's so hard to find a complete woman around here it's a shame. It's always something missing. So we discussed these topics and I took his statements and decided I needed to clarify this the right way. Juice who said he has 5 chicks, who all do one particular thing very well, to make the perfect one.

{1 - one takes care of the kids}

This is essential to any good relationship which both parties believe will last. Most woman have children, nowadays and it's extremely hard, to find a woman, w/o kids, so being good w/ kids is needed b/c both of you plan to have kids together, or at least you're supposed to plan, and not have Muary on speed dial for the moment you drop that bundle of joy, to bring in him into the world, on McDonald payments and the change from your purchase of the new Christian Louboutin shoes. (click it if you want to see the shoes). Getting along w/ children is a key factor to a guy who plans on getting married settling down and raising a family together. Now, isn't that what all of us want?.

{2 - one wash the clothes and cooks}

Newflash more than half of the ladies I know...CAN'T COOK or can cook, just well enough so you won't starve. I get a look of amazement when ladies find out that I can cook, and cook good. You'll ask for seconds I promise. Sometimes I want a plate made for me, and a plate that doesn't involve, hamburger helper or hot pockets. I want what Rachel Ray, just made on the happy women's network. (Evil twin of the Battered Women's channel called Lifetime) Speaking of Lifetime, stop watching that shit, and offer to wash our clothes, clean our house, we can't clean, like a woman!! Women, know all sort of weird concoctions to get Hennessey stains out of a carpet, or how to get that Kool-Aid ring off your counter. NIgga's Pick up your drawls if you want her to clean, she'll put her mouth down there but she won't touch, and doesn't want to see your drawls!!!!

{3 - one is independent and dont really need ur ass}

One thing that turns me on, is a woman that doesn't need me, o0o00o it gives me the shivers!!! Damn, I think my ManXilla just jumped. But we liked to know that our girl can hold US down, if it came to that. It's nice to know that your lady might just be like boo, do you need me to pay your light bill, or put your wallet away I'm buying you dinner. Damn I think I just got wet.

{4 - one sucks a mean one and has the best sex}

There weighing in at number 4 is sex!!! This is very important. Matter fact, you know what I met recently? A chick who doesn't give head. Yeah I was shocked too. Nothing ruins a relationship like bad sex. Chicks now, while you all will say that sex isn't important and while many of you may even be w/ men who can't satisfy you sexually, you know the hunger burns inside of you for that mean fucked like he hate you... and holds you and tell you how much he loves you dick. Now, while you may have that inquisitiveness under control you shouldn't have to feel like that, you should be able to get fucked real good and nut after my his forth pump, and you'll continue to get fucked in ecstasy. So open up, don't let the days of your life pass by.

{5 - the last watches sportscener wit u after yall come from church after the rest finish thier duties}

Very important and most sports fans would love to be able to really really discuss the game w/ their girl. About how Kobe isn't as good as Lebron James, or How many touchdowns Eli Manning threw for last week. Now once in a blue moon a woman would come along who will watch the game w/ you... Now we thank you for watching the game and sort of understanding what's going on, but come on do some homework, we'll watch Girlfriends and DHW's w you follow along so I can tell you what happened if you missed a part. You should be able to do the same, and not number 11 just dunked on the cute guy in the blue on the other team.

After our discussion he ended the convo w/ now how the hell am i gonna find all that in one bitch!!!! thas exactly y im single fuk that!!!!!! ya digggzzz

I told him, that I'm sure their are some woman out there whose like that but... Where?

Xilla Until The Next Plate of Chicken & Waffles

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When we last left our Hero, she had finally got close enough to her solar crush... The "Son". After numerous telephone conversations they decided to go on a date, later on in the evening The Planet FKAP was overly excited, she could barely wipe the smile off of her face.

She wanted to read up, one what the latest fashions were, and get some hot advice from one of the most popular magazines in the world. Since she was still getting used to being a person, instead of a planet what other publication should she read other than People?

Sure she stumbled on some of the words, mistaken OUT for OAT, News for Noose and many other errors she decided to look at the pictures. That's when she realized she needed to get what she seen many other women in the industry rocking this fall...

A HEAD STAND

So, she bribed her little brother to be just that, paying him in Now & Laters, MIke and Ikes and video game rentals from blockbuster. She took pride in knowing that his shirt didn't clash w/ her dress and her head fit perfectly on top of that extra forehead lump mother nature has decided to bless him w/ when she heard a loud and violent SNAP!!

She panicked wondering if she had broke her newly acquired

Head Stand

. Plus she wondered what would she do w/ all the Now & Laters scattered all over the floor. So our hero faced w/ yet another dilemma started to scream for help.

She searched all over the building for help, telling everyone she that oops she did it again. she broke her travel sized head stand the same way she broke her economy sized one before.

Luckily for our hero a she bumped into Mr. Black Hole, who explained to her, that these "PEOPLE" were not head stands... but PEOPLE. He asked her how did she ever get such an Idea and she explained she read it in a magazine and even showed him the article. They shared a good laugh when

He explained that the article doesn't say head stand but hug, and invited The Planet FKAP to enroll in the Xilla Learning Center for new and improved skills in reading. Our Hero enrolled and We at XLC are glad to say The Planet is reading better than ever.

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I figured I would answer that age old question, of why do men cheat. I remember when I was in the tail end of my last relationship, and I heard this song, it became the final nail in the coffin. Although I didn't cheat I weighed my options and ended the relationship before I ended up cheating w/ this fly dime from around the way. Now although nothing in this world is concrete except the sidewalks in the city. I would like to explore the why men cheat.

I tell ladies all the time that all men cheat for a reason. More often that not a bad reason but a reason nonetheless. Now, when I say this females never seem to understand my logic behind this theory, which is probably why some women get cheated on. If someone is going to offer you 5,000 bucks are you going to take it, or let that money get out of your grasp? You see, men look at pussy like money, and I know most people won't turn down free money and it's the same thing with pussy. Newsflash there are a gang load of sexually promiscuous females out there that don't care that you are the new Donna Reed, Claire Huxtable of your household, they are hell bent on being the Unis Chantilly to your perfect relationship.

Another woman is probably the most common reason why men cheat, she pushed up, or he pushed up and she was willing to give it up, and there is no pussy like new pussy. I believe the key to solving this matter is communication.

Another reason men cheat is well... You. Ask yourself what are you bringing to the table other than pussy, another plate he has to pay for at Red Lobster, and extra therms on the gas bill? Now if you thought this question out and your bringing more to the table then just dead weight then it's not you it's him. He's a dog and not worthy of experiencing the shimmering sparkle of your diamond's beauty. Also ask yourself what do you have to do to satisfy your man's hungry. It is a natural fact that the human race is infected w/ a disease call gluttony, a never ending hunger for more. Hell it's probably why you fell in love w/ the dude to begin with b/c he never quits, yearns for the finer things in life, and strives to impress.

I wish I could write more but my time does not allow me to go on any further. All I'm saying is evaluate your relationship, you're a smart person, ask yourself the proper questions if something doesn't feel right. Walk a fine line b/c nagging itself is a valid reason to a man which will cause him to cheat. Well shit, to a man... or I should say most men, anything is a good reason to cheat... from waking up to sneezing. Tasha sneezes better so I'm going to holla at her... you heard the way she sneezes.... lol But be careful, Love is a wonderful thing and all too often it gets tainted w/ Hip Hop & R&B songs. Numerous Women are being denied relationships b/c he only wants a shawty, and numerous males are being pushed to the left to the left, b/c she feels like she's irreplaceable. Listen to your heart not the music.

Xilla - Until The Next Plate of Chicken & Waffles.

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Eddie Murphy's baby mother Scary Spice and her New Man.

This whole situation is turning into a circus, but It gave me a thought of how I was as a child growing up w/o a father and gave me this lovely memory. I hope you enjoy.

Music is my Life Vol 1. Daddy Where have you been?

It was a night hanging out W/ Ms. Black's brother when I first heard this song, we were sitting in the living room doing what we did every weekend, getting wasted. The kind of wasted were everything that make sense normally, makes sense to the tenth power. Hold on let me light a cigarette for this one, allow me to share my soul. I heard that song and i started crying uncontrollably. This song was my life put to a beat, packaged and sold to the masses. Killing me softly w/ his words, Beanie Sigel was rapping my entire relationship w/ my Mom and pops into 16 bars. At this point in my life I was at a crossroads, I had just moved back to Jersey from Atlanta, a Newborn baby, no job, and the biggest choice in my life to make...

Leave my dream behind and provide for my child, at first I was reluctant to stop following my dream of being a rapper, I mean i was damn good, I had meeting w/ everyone from Teddy Riley, Lil Kim, and the top execs at Universal Records, My Braids were down to my back, My Shape up stay'd fresh, i still had about 3 pair of uptowns that looked like new, and I had a closet full of Authentic jersey's that the players themselves didn't even have anymore, you would have sworn my name was Mitchell & Ness. But the decision was an easy one, I was just being hard headed b/c becoming a rapper could be the answers to all of my problems but there was one thing missing, Time. See I not only had a newborn baby in the crib I had another on the way. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was on the sofa drinking my drink doing what i did laughing at the times we shared in the studio, what this person said, and all the crazy shit i did at Rutgers when Sigel touched my soul through the speakers and said:

Beanie Sigel:hey dad, yeah it's your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you...
But dog I can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
fuck you left me out to dry, stuck


See my dad did every bad thing to my moms you can think of, those was his exact words to me. "I did every bad thing to your moms you can think of, you name it I did it." See at that time I was trying to make amends for 24 years of being left to fend for myself. That was also the first time my dad, my brother and myself were ever in the same room at the same time. Growing up there was no Child Support, There was one weekend visit, where I came down for breakfast, well not breakfast more like a bowl of Cookie Crisp we bought from the Bodega the night before, when I saw my Dad Beating up on his girlfriend, the girlfriend my moms call kissing cousins, I never asked her about it but he told me that too. It's funny the stories you can get out of a person over a box of Newports and some of the cheapest Brandy money could buy. But he beat her down to the floor and called her some of the worst names you can think of, I walked upstairs and got back in the bed and pretended to be sleep, about 20 minutes later he came upstairs I cried my eyes out, my mother was at his door to get me 5 minutes later. I sat in the back of the car w/ my GI JOE's my mother had got me for my birthday. His card filled w/ 10 bucks on the car seat next to me, I would give to my mother for gas, I didn't want his money.

Jay-Z:You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain

That was the last time I saw my dad for years, I mean it wasn't like he lived in another Country, another state, or even another city. No he lived a block over, the next block up and across the street from our 2 bedroom apt over top of Jimmy's Hand Car Wash in Elizabeth, NJ. This put so much aggression inside of my soul, both good and bad, Good b/c it made me strive to be the best for my mother, but it also made me distant to the world. I would sit in my room, the room I shared w/ my sister, her boyfriend, and her daughter, w/ the door shut, and if anybody ever came in i would leave the room until they left. It became my room, my safe box from the world, Until i met Lateef, who introduced me to the streets but that's a different story. But all this anger and Thursday night episodes of the Cosby Show, made me want to be Cliff Huxtable for my children when I had some, so like I said earlier the choice was an easy one, give up my dream, take care of my kid and get a job. No one ever told me life isn't as easy as prime time TV. Relationships fail, plan don't work how they pose to, and Love don't love Nobody.

yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps

All in All my mother did a great job raising me, I was in gifted and talented, labeled a child genius, my mind was built for art, no one showed me how to do anything, my moms never checked my homework, just made sure I passed my classes which i always did. Not much you can teach a child w/ a 7th grade education. But we did it, my moms made it out the projects, slowly but made it out, bought a house, literally had to break her back to do it (she got hit by a van and a building collapse on her no lie) But it's these kind of stories that make females think, it's okay to raise a child on their own. It's these sort of stories that make it that much easier for women to walk away from a man. Shit, I want to be there 24/7 for my babies but things happen, feelings change, and a female can give 2 shits about what their baby's daddy wants to do. That's one thing about my baby mother is that she gave me a hell of a lot of chances to try to work things out, and I love her to death for that. Far better than my 2nd who told me to my face I was just a sperm donor and I served my purpose. So ladies before you go meeting all types of men, going on dates just be careful.

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We've all heard the saying that rap is like wrestling and that the game is full of studio gangsters, telling other peoples lives. Well in the video above, Dehaven, another name shouted by the King Of Hip Hop Jay-z has come out to tell the world about how foul things done by our favorite Lip-o-Potomus.

As I listen to the words coming out of dudes mouth I can't help but to feel sorry for aspiring rappers everywhere. Once they hit superstar status, all you would have to do is hit youtube and get the real life dirt on them, about how they used to get their lunch money stolen, underwear up the flag pole, and placed a headlock while the entire student body forms a single file line to give them nuggies and wedgies. The head ache that follows is a direct side effect of being caught in a lie.

Most of us know the feeling, just imagine you walk into your house and your boo is sitting on the couch w/ a strange look on their face. You can feel the heat filling up the room as you notice your cell phone sitting on the couch next to them along w/ numerous little pieces of paper and folded up napkins w/ bic pen ink embedded into its fabric. You're caught, but only you don't know how much they know and it never fails they want you to talk first. Spill the beans, it's the worst no win situation you can be in, b/c you don't know how much they know. You run the risk of telling on yourself, or not telling enough.

But w/ the creation of youtube information is available within a few clicks of the mouse. But I wonder will this bring a new freshness to Hip Hop or flood the game w/ real thugs who lack any sort of relationship w/ creativity or the English language. You Be the Judge.

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Last night, in a drunken stupor I ended up watching the Negro Channel. First there was this extremely dry show called S.O.B. and then the Hot Ghetto Mess show none of which i had the chance to watch but I heard it and then it happened. I saw her. {Lynn} the new love of my life, her weird and awkward voice hypnotized me, her eyes told me a story and when she walked. My Heart jumped out of my chest, and started pumping pumping her life like image on my Flat screen TV w/ 1080i HD. I'm in love. I need someone to school me on this show before the new season starts in Oct. Please. I need her in my life I am a new groupie of hers and I'm bout to quit my job to hitchhike to cali to audition to be her new man on the show for a chance to smell her breath and farts after she ate real authentic Mexican food. God I love her.

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This reminds me of high school, you know when 2 people are about to fight and you ease your way through the crowd that formed a circle around the 2 kids. One of them is standing there w/ a mean screw face on, and the other one is sweating bullets while trying to preserve their gangsta and get out of the fight at the same time. And then just as he's about to admit that he's scared he gets punched in the face, falls to the ground and get's a mud hole stomped into his forehead! Yeah This was basically the same thing. I ain't mad at Kanye though Beans does seem like he's a little crazy.

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One of my very loyal readers who never commented on any of my blogs publicly, told me that she was about to give up on black guys and she referenced this article while saying it. She told me I should blog about it, but I wasn't sure until I saw the picture you see above and the memories of the great white hope came to mind. She was the mirror image of Angelina Jolie and open as hell. One day she slipped me a note while passing me in the hallway of our job.

From there we exchanged messages and set up a lunch date, and I was the main course. We hopped in her car, baby seat, and rattles in the back seat, as we drove to a near by park. I wasn't hungry but she was, and the only thing available was The MANXILLA! I had never received a blow job like that in my life, she swallowed ever last drop of my cum, while doing things w/ her tongue I didn't think humanly possible. We went back to work like nothing happened. After work we smiled at each other setup another lunch date for the next day.

My thoughts went to what It would be like to be w/ a white woman. One Saturday, we decided to hook up and she came to my spot in the hood, I fucked her brains out, she was even skilled enough to take a call from her mother who had her baby while my dick was lodged in her throat... Not her mouth but her throat. Cupid's arrow had just made a direct hit, until the sky trip and rumors took it place. Come to find out she was the OP office pussy, and I was only another notch in her black belt.

Fast forward to the present and this article. Which states that Black women are taking cues from their favorite stars -- from actress Shar Jackson to tennis pro Venus Williams -- as well as support blogs, how-to books and interracially themed novels telling them it's OK to "date out." One woman said "I'm not saying that white men are the answer to all our problems, I'm just saying that they offer a different solution."

Hmm, I don't know what it is... I've heard the once you go white you get your credit right... Blacks across the nation are taking that advice, Census data showed 117,000 black wife-white husband couples in 2006, up from 95,000 in 2000. Despite this taboo, I wonder why people still have a problem w/ interracial relationships, when Hip Hop is in love w/ the Mulatto video vixen. Now while I myself won't marry a white woman, I won't limit myself If one comes along. I'll give it serious thought, but I wonder why is it a double standard. It's alright to date the mulatto, but taboo to date the full blood white woman... I chalk it up to things that make you go hmm what's your stance?

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The Planet FKAP @ MTV Studios

When we last left our hero she was fighting off the evil Papa Razzi w/ the Head-nificent chair vogue. But times have change and our hero faces a new Threat... It's called Love. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Bermuda Triangle of Love.

We join our hero engulfed in a memory, a memory of love. You see back in the day our hero has a mega crush on this guy, but all of the other planets never let her get close enough to her star. She so desperately wanted to feel his warmth. But all of the other Planets kept her on the outskirts of the universe cold and alone with only her Umbrella.

Then it happen Cupid's arrow landed, in the form of a lame attempt at a compliment. "I never knew so much skin on someone's cranium could be so ravishing." The Planet FKAP laughed. When suddenly she heard a thunderous crash coming from the other room.

"Oh Hell Naw... Every time WE GO OUT I GOTTA PROVE MY LOVE" said the evil ex boyfriend Timberland, former moon of Saturn, who was disenfranchised and banished from it's orbit for losing weight and using Steroids. He was determined to win back his former love by any means necessary.

The evil Timberland was on his way to destroy this clown who was hitting on his boo, when he bumped into the The last Jedi knight Obie Kanye Wanobi "Halt" shouted Obie Kan! But w/ one swift motion, Timberland reached back and Bitch Smacked Obie Kan turning his shade into pixie dust.

Wanobi not yet in tuned w/ the full powers of the force, threw a temper tantrum from hell and as Timbo flinched at him, he immediately called for Scottie to Beam him up into outer space. Thus Clearing the way for the main event.

WTF!!!

Timbo stormed into the studio w/ a loud roar, coming in between The Planet FKAP and her new lover. The Planet FKAP tried to explain that she doesn't know this clown but Timbo was determined to used some tricks he learned from Mag and OO. Rambling!!!. "look thats my fore head and sometimes i like to rub mayonnaise on it like this right...

14 Hours later the would be lover dropped dead from ear exhaustion. The Planet FKAP had to think fast, she didn't know much but one thing she did know was that she didn't want to be the Music biz first retired Planet/Moon couple so she figured she confuse him w/ Gangster Lean and Smile combination.

It seemed to work, Timbo suddenly realized... "This Hoe ain't no Aaliyah and thought to himself I wonder what Lil Mo, Nicole Raye & Tweet are doing? I bet if I give them a beat I could feel on their butts."

Our Hero let out a sign of relief and that's when she saw him... The man she's been in love w/ since she was just a tiny planet hovering him like a gnat on a summer's day.

The SON

She decided to introduce herself, and maybe they could live happily ever after...

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There is a moment in all of our lives, when our problems become too much for us to deal with, and life begins to feed you a steady diet of bullshit. But what do you do? Do you fold and give in to the pressure or do you buckle down and become the greatest soldier the world has ever seen? Or maybe you just settle somewhere in between. Last night I stayed up late until 4 in the morning watching Full Metal Jacket. Private Pyle had just got beat w/ the soap in towel. At that moment God showed me a metaphor for my life.

You see, life will forever be a bitch w/ her period on, but you have to buckle down and deal w/ the shit or just give up like Pyle. The speech after the beating sums it up for me. POWER. Life is about power, and how does one achieve power? To me, my power is the power of voice. Leaving a daily legacy for my children to follow in, as I walk down an endless road searching for wealth. So I'll take Pyle's transformation into a great soldier, and apply it to my life. As people think he's finally lost it, he has everything in control. He finally has the POWER to end everything that has stopped him. He takes his life into his own hands and kills himself. I believe a successful suicide is the greatest form of taking control of your life the world has to offer.

But if you have the power to end your life, you also have the power to recreate your life and that's where my life comes in. Right now I am beginning to start over. And this time I won't fail. I will achieve every goal i set forth. Life is looking great. And as my mind takes one man's demons and turn them into a reason to live life to the fullest I'm aware that life is great. That I am blessed, just as Pyle was blessed to be transformed into a private who couldn't accomplish anything into a person who could do it all. I will be that great at what I have to do in this world. My mission on earth will be done to perfection. So I'll go hard until my number gets call, soul touch the sky, till my body gets hard and God shuts my eyes... I'm going Ride. Ride to the top of the mountain top that MLK saw. My life has just begun, and I'm going to win.

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Lupe told MTV News of a super group of Lupe, Kanye and Pharell. Is this really what hip hop has come to? Oh well this collaboration should bring forth plenty of new color combinations, terrible singing, numerous miss pronounced words and random stories I'll never understand.

Who do you think would make a great Super group?

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Tonight 8 pm EST it is my extreme Pleasure to Re-introduce Alexyss K Tylor to the listening Audience of FWNBTD Radio if you missed her the first time you're not going to want to miss her this time.

Tonight Show Dick Wars

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John Legend looks like he smells like a Ewok running from the Big Bad Wolf on it's way to Grandma's house.

I feel someone needs to tell a lot of ladies on myspace that they are not sexy. I mean i'm not one to judge, but I mean really. Where are these people's friends to tell them hey boo, that picture of you sliding down the stop sign isn't a good look.

Sexiness isn't about a hot body b/c I've seen some BBW's posed really nice and sexy but I mean whoa!! some of them.... take a look at this picture snagged from All That's Fab - Click Here to see the pic Shorty and her caked up grease on her bang isn't the business. I mean we know she didn't come to the club alone. Her girls should have jumped in the middle of the photographer and stopped this from being on the internet. Note to Self, when my friends start becoming yes men... get new ones.

Shooter starring Marky Mark is one hell of a good movie. You should rent it. "You don't understand how serious this is. They killed my dog." I mean really they ain't have to kill the man dog!!

Speaking of Death, Friday was Daddy Daughters Day here at the Xilla Estates and My daughter, her nappy headed friend and myself all sat down to watch Charlotte's Web. I've been wanting to see this movie for a while so when my daughter picked it out i secretly jumped for joy. I hadn't seen this since I was a kid and they showed us the cartoon version back in school. Well this movie is depressing as hell, the Black Spider is busting her ass, to save a WHITE pig from death, while she is being mad fun of, ridiculed, and doubted the whole movie by her peers. I think she was describing her self while trying to save the pig... who got all the credit for her webs... Webs she spun pregnant w/ 518 kids inside of her. If that ain't a strong black woman I don't know what is... But don't tell anybody... I was sitting on the couch crying at the end of the movie when Charlotte died... I had to get up and whip my tears so my daughter wouldn't see me. SMCH I ain't afraid to admit it.

I'm Bored as hell if you haven't noticed

Wrestling is still entertaining to me, and my daughter has a crush on John Cena.

Life is great, but I so wish I had someone to cuddle up on at night, pull her hair and tell her how much I love her.

People seem to think I give a damn. Newflash I don't, I'm a jerk an Asshole, and aimjusmiselph... Do yall know what that mean? You know it is alright to ask me.

Are We Friends on Myspace? If not we should be.

Music sucks right now, and I lost my Joell Ortiz songs on my Ipod, my last ray of sunshine while every new song I've heard has been another nail in the casket of hip hop.

Won Fish Too Fish Read Fish Blew Fish, Pimp Hand Strong, and Rebirth of Slick need a new blog

Speaking of them, do y'all remember the horsemen?

I don't think I want to stop typing yet

I have numerous people on my Yahoo list and the only person that sent me a message, did so to show me a pair of shoes...

Did I mention... People seem to think I give a damn. Newflash I don't, I'm a jerk an Asshole, and I'm Just Myself...

It was hot as hell in Charlotte today, and all the girls in my Apt complex are ugly and not only ugly they can't hold an intelligent conversation to save their life.

This is turning into a conversation w/ myself...

A lot of these super bloggers are gross to look at.

The Folks With NOTHING BETTER TO DO Radio show has moved to Monday Nights.

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Cassidy dropped a freestyle I find rather amusing it's equip w/ all the making ups of classic east coast rap, name dropping, disses, and the classic, I ain't dissing you lines. Check it out. I just hop someone takes the bait, b/c It might lead to some interesting battles.

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Hey Folks if it's not too much trouble I would really like to get nominated for a Black Web Blog Award. Please click the link above and nominate me for the categories below. My URL is http://blogxilla.com/scribes Thanks for your time.

Best Blog Design

Best Humor Blog

Best New Blog

Blog To Watch

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Editor's Note

The following is a very disturbing blog written my Mrs. Blogpphire. It's a case that is gaining national attention. I won't spoil it for you I'll let you read it for yourself. But this is the main reason I am against abortion but Pro-choice b/c stuff like this might happen. Enjoy.

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This is for my Homies
Is Christie Freeman really stashing fetuses?

Ms. Freeman is a mother of four that resides in Ocean City Maryland with her long time boyfriend Raymond W. Goodman Jr. The couple owns a cab company that specializes in Classic cars from the 1950’s and 60’s, which seems normal but there is something terribly wrong with her picture.

On Thursday EMTs and Police were called to freeman’s home after Goodman found her bleeding heavily and passed out on the bathroom floor, he then carried her to the sofa and placed trash bags and several towels under her. She denied being pregnant even after doctors found a placenta and parts of an umbilical cord. She eventually reported to officers that she delivered a “deformed baby with no hands and feet and flushed it down the toilet”

The police acquired a search warrant and went on to unravel one of the most gruesome discoveries to ever happen in the state of Maryland. Several pre-term infants were found buried in the yard and hidden throughout Freeman and Goodman’s second floor home. One of which was wrapped in a towel and placed under the sink in their very own bathroom. As the search continued they discovered two sets of remains in a bedroom trunk in addition to a fourth infant’s corpse in a motor home.
“ I want to clear my name in this case” Freeman told a judge at a bond hearing Monday when she was ordered held without bail on first-degree murder and other charges in the most recent death. “If you offer me a bond, I’m not going to leave….. I’m going to be here. I’m going to help clear this situation up.”
Freeman was charged under a 2005 law that specifically banned the killing of a fetus that can live outside the womb, Goodman is currently not a suspect.

What is going on in our world, if in fact these are all children of Freeman why on earth would she continue to get pregnant just to murder the child in the end? Whether we find that this was a case of self induced labor, a case of a mentally ill couple or some satanic Pet Cemetery type of situation the question will always remain How could this happen? I can not fathom two fully grown, sane human beings would be capable of subjecting themselves and their 4 children to this type of nonsense. Humans as I know them would not be able to rest easy knowing that there are fetuses tucked away in the cracks and crevices of their home.
What about freeman’s four living children? This really doesn’t make sense to me, why were these four allowed a chance at life as opposed to the others? Which may lead one to think the fetuses were not all Freeman’s. The investigation is still underway and only time will unfold the awful truth behind this matter.
I for one will be on pins and needled anticipating the outcome.

--Mrs. Blogpphire
With a heavy heart and lingering thoughts

What's your stance on Abortion?

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Brilliance!! Some dude punked the gossip world and I find it absolutely hilarious. But on to today's blog. There are some fundamental mistakes made by women when it comes to giving head, and frankly I'm sick of it. So Instead of complaining about it, I'm going to let the ladies know what us men expect when it comes to Oral!!!

1. Get To WORK!! - I've noticed a lot of girls hate being asked for head, but they take their sweet time to begin. Nothing irks me more that a female sitting an inch away from the ManXilla and just staring at it for about an hour, acting like she's not about to devour it like it's a hot dog eating contest. I won't think any less of you b/c you put it in your mouth for the following reasons. it's apart of my body... and well I love Sexual Intellectuals.

2. You Don't Have To Swallow - Nowadays I find girls want kudos for taking it in their mouth but they don't swallow. After their mouth plays the roll of a cup & my man juice plays Kool-aid they run to spit it out. Sweetie you really don't have to swallow it, spit it out, let it run down your chin, or just blow bubbles w/ it. That's a hell of a turn on and it beats swallowing any day.

3. A Damn Mess - OK This last one might just be me, but I like for mine to be sloppy! Ah yes the sloppy bj, Filled and covered w/ saliva, long stands of spit and shiny cheeks. Make it messy, and I gets happy!!!

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Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothin (Official Video)

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This might be my most personal scribe ever so bare w/ me b/c there will be typos and a bunch of other errors. It has become clear to me that she is not on my side. We were supposed to be on the same team. But in actuality i'm on my own team. It's me against the world. Mr. West said it best How he move in a room full of no, and how he stay faithful in a room full of hoes. MAN if that ain't my life I don't know why people doubt me, question me. I got this shit man... In time I will be the shit, that shit that came out of your ass and stunk up the whole damn building. When I get my money Right You can't Tell me nothing. I have debated w/ this theory b/c you should be humble and all that other shit but for real i get so much bullshit from the people who are supposed to be close to me. But they aint helping me build the empire that will be Mr. Valentine Inc. The Legacy for my kids and my future wife who tries to hold me down despite all her shit and if it wasn't for her who knows where the fuck i'll be..

But I want so bad to lash out and scream fuck the world but i remain quiet for now but when I get my money right.... Ahhh y'all can't tell me nothing. and don't ask me for shit!!! But for those who support me on the daily if i have to track all of you down I will and show y'all nothing but love in ever endeavor you attempt to achieve. belief goes along mother fucking way. So As I type this an hour late for my trip to Atlanta to deal w/ this bull shit felony my inner being scream fuck the world but my outside continues to show that smile on my face, that light that shines and allows others to shine while my inside cries, my stomach does a back flip from too much ramen. I seek increase and the Lord has blessed my soul for he knows who I am and all that I am and that I'm not there yet, and that my 4.0 is on the way but He takes pride that i'm not the 2.5 I used to be but now im the 3.0 I am today. And that's pretty good if you ask him.

So Whose Team are you on?

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Dear Diary,
He slid his tongue up and down my neck and I smiled in anticipation of the penetration. He licked me up and down and around my clavicle causing sensations to course through every nerve in my body. I was on fire. I came alive. He kissed me with animalistic fervor and began to rip off my clothes. We had waited all day. It’d been a week since our last encounter and if I knew my dick like I thought I did I knew he’d top his last performance. He always had something to prove and that was a good thing. Not in a he-man macho kind of way, but a sexy I am ruler of all I survey. My body being the land in which he rules. Not only physically but also mentally fulfilling. Having him inside of me was an added pleasure.

He continued working his way down my chest and rested his lips around one of my nipples. I let out a low growl. He slid my nipple in his mouth and added pressure with his tongue and it was on. I wrapped my arms around his head while he pushed both of my breasts together and sucked both nipples simultaneously. I couldn’t control the urges that were building in my nether regions. He released his grip on my breasts and slid his tongue down my stomach and around my belly button. As he continued he stopped just above my pussy and blew hot air on my clitoris. I swore it jumped and tried to hop in his mouth or maybe that was just my hips. Either way I wanted his hot mouth on my throbbing and awaiting clit. He lowered his mouth and slipped in my clit and I nutted from that alone. He kept flicking his tongue and he slid my clit in his mouth and just sucked. He inserted one of his long fingers in my pussy and began to stroke my G-spot. It was coming; the nut that I had waited all day for. Well at least the first one. I shook; I trembled, moaned and damn near passed out.

I laid there with my body undulating and shaking in sheer ecstasy. I looked up at him and he was ready. He flipped me on my stomach and gave me all that daddy dick. The only sounds in the room were his balls slapping against my ass and my moans. I began to throw it back and that’s when he started to tear my little ushy up. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and just pummeled away. The pleasure and pain that coursed through my body was enough to bring on the big “O”. I abandoned all control and just took it screaming and crying all in the same moment. That’s when he did it. He brought on my big “O” and he wasn’t far behind. He gave me a few more thrusts and he released and fell on top of my back moaning loud. As always I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
Then he ruined the night by asking a question that had a difficult answer. He said, “Have you been sleeping with anyone else?”
I replied, “No, I haven’t”.

Now technically the answer to this question is no. But then again three months ago we were dating and having sex. I had sex with another guy too, but I haven’t since then. So should I tell him about that? Does that make me a liar? Michael has been great and for the most part the best thing that has ever happened to me. Prior to this we had never discussed each other’s status with others. So is it really a lie and absolutely necessary to tell?

Till Next Time, I’m Out.

Signed,

Lovely

Today’s Topic: Is honesty always the best policy?

Technically in the above situation it wasn’t really a lie or was it? I’d say it was more of an omission. But is omission betrayal? Would you want to know? If so, what things are absolutely necessary to tell?

Is honesty really always the best policy?

Talk to me!

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"No, he didn't say that!" I said.

"He sure did," my friend Dre shot back. "Now I see what Bill Cosby was talking about: The abuse of the english language!"

"I can't believe that," I said shaking my head. "No."

The focus of our conversation? Rapper 50 Cent. The topic? A verse my friend had just finished listening to.

"That man said he met a woman. He said she was an inspiring actress," Dre said. "Doesn't he mean aspiring actress?"

The expression on Dre's face was priceless. He had a look of disgust, as if someone had offended his mama.

I couldn't believe it. Eventually Dre went into his stash and got the evidence, the "Encore" album by Eminem. He popped it in and went directly to track No. 15.

"Listen to this."

So I did.

The song started off with a good verse by Obie Trice. Eminem added another solid one. After a not-so-good one by Stat Quo, Curtis gets on the mic. Showtime.

He starts the verse by talking about a woman he met. Her name was Tonya. He compliments her on her lips. And one week later, she's at his crib. While he's plotting, she's talking about her aspirations and dreams. But the only thing 50 is thinking about is getting in her pants. After she reveals her career goals, 50 says it.

"Said she's an inspiring actress. She does videos for practice.Yeah, Yeah. You know how many times I've heard that..."

Obviously not enough because he couldn't get it right.

It was true and I've never laughed so hard in my life.
However, Dre didn't think anything was funny. See, hip-hop is special. It's one of those platforms where an individual can showcase their ability to be articulate, tell stories and make statements in a creative manner. The person you least expect to know anything turns out to be the brightest. And it's all thanks to hip-hop. That's if it's done correctly. Do it wrong and it'll be cruel, leave you exposed and naked in the cold.

Enter the "inspiring actress" line.

"Inspiring actress, man," Dre said. "Inspiring actress!"

I've heard the song a few times and never caught it. Why? Because,with me, Curtis always tends to get the fast forward button when he gets on the mic. It's fun when you listen to someone who transforms words into art. Some just have a gift, the ability to master the language and make it say what they want it to say. Having said that, maybe it's safe to say Curtis has a little more work to do.

"Well, maybe he meant she was an actress that inspired him," I said. "Or you know, he's got an accent. Maybe he said 'aspiring' and it sounds like he's saying 'inspiring.'"

Dre wasn't buying it.

"No," he said. "He's an idiot."

"Maybe he is," I said.

It just doesn't make sense.

An inspiring actress.

--PEACE Jeremy

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Survey Says: The Internet is about to split in two. There is a BBC Study which states:

A six-month research project has revealed a sharp division along class lines among the American teenagers flocking to the social network sites.

The research suggests those using Facebook come from wealthier homes and are more likely to attend college.

By contrast, MySpace users tend to get a job after finishing high school rather than continue their education.

No Shit Sherlock!! Myspace is the final destination of the refuge from Black Planet. HAM's from all over the world are flocking to the space, bringing their UpPeR-LoWeR cAsE type and glitter text across the internet super high way to start pages like Bitch Don't Hate b/c Your man want me & The Offishal Miispace of Shosha-Diamond - Hip Hop Model. Each equip w/ numerous club pictures, them in the bathroom showing their butts in the mirror, directly next to pictures of them and their alleged baby daddy.

Facebook on other hand didn't even allow you to join unless you were linked to a school, you couldn't change your name so Miss. Bitch Don't Hate b/c Your man want me has to be plain old Kesha Lexus Jenkins. I mean really is it any contest? I guess what i'm trying to say is we already knew this and we didn't have to spend six month researching this. You folks could have saved alot of money by just asking somebody what the deal was. SMCH!

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