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Horsemen 4 ever, BlogXilla 4 life
first Blog classic, only got 4 sights
i shoulda got a more but people lacked 4sight
but i don't give a F, I don't blog 4 the hype
i blog it 4 the bloggers, 4 the ghetto, 4 their plight
4 the struggle, 4 those who know what's right,
Blogged 4 others, 4×4s, Mind sex, about my life,
Blogged 4 the pain so y'all can feel what it's like
Blogged 4 times a day for 40 days 40 nights
Sorry 4 all the promise made that never came to the light
this blog is my own 40 acres:

I just got finished listening to Lupe's new album and I must say this is the perfect filler for those new Ipods most of you will be cracking open next week. So BlogXilla is giving you a Christmas present. You know why? Because I Got It for Cheap
[Mary J Blige - Growing Pains] [Mary Mary - Have A Mary Mary Christmas] [Chris Rock - Cheese & Crackers] [Lupe Fiasco - Tha Cool] [ Beanie Sigel - The Solution ]

Kids nowadays scare me. I see them coming and I pat my wallet, put my hand in my inner pocket and pretend I have a GUN. They'll shoot you nowadays. Kids today have no respect of life, theirs or yours. But I think I know why. I'm reading that kids who through tantrums are more likely to be depressed when they get older.
They said tantrums were often the sign of a sick, hungry or overstimulated child. For most parents, they were a normal part of development... But parents of children who hurt themselves or others and those who cannot calm themselves without help should seek medical help...

I've been with out "the grown up"for a damn long time, well a long time to me and frankly I'm on the verge of a breakdown. Well not like a Bobby Brown break down but WHOA!! I find myself staring at chicks asses, visualizing doing naughty things to them. I think I'm going through withdrawal.


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Quote of the Day:
Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.

Let's just say you're minding your own business in your own house. You could be washing dishes, reading a book, surfing the web, or just plain ole watching the Negro Channel [That's BET] and then your child comes to you, their left arm shaking like crazy trying to control the powerful vibrations coming from the toy in their hand. The look of shock invades your face, as you realize your child just found your toy box.

Dear Spears Sisters
My name is Xilla, I know you don't know me but frankly I'm concerned and also a bit perturbed at the same time. You see I live in what most people would call the hood, the part of town where most of the residents live below the poverty line. You can find a drug dealer relativity easy. And I'm not talking designer drugs like cocaine, but crack and Marijuana or dirt as some call it. I am a father of two, 5 year old daughters who absolutely adore Jamie Lynn. At first I was a bit skeptical of letting her watch your show since Brittany fell off the deep end faster than the Coyote chasing the roadrunner after using one of those fool proof Acme knock off products, probably made in China but that's not the point.
I'm having so much fun on tour it's amazing. I had a blast in Cali, but my next stop is Wild Out Wednesday's over on NecoleBitchie.com. Pretty much the blog over there is what we've been talking about lately who takes dicks better slim women or Thick Women. Well last time I left it up in the air, this time I actually pick a side in the debate. So Jump on over to my featured Post over there and read it. Also check out some of the hot gossip on her site.

Back in the late 90's, early singles my boys and I came up w/ the term M&M. This is the term for a quick date, straight to the sack affair. The Both M's are interchangeable and there are 3 levels of M&M's you can encounter.


Quote of the Day: Of the delights of this world, man cares most for sexual intercourse. He will go to any length for it-risk fortune, character, reputation, life itself.
But is it worth it?
I've always had a good judge of character, with the exception of that crazy chick but that's neither here nor there. Yesterday I was talking to a friend of mine who's in awe of this woman at work. Now no doubt she's flyer than fly but she has hairy arms so that just turns me off. But I can tell she has some good coochie! How can I tell well there are some signs that will tip you off to whose got good snatch. A while back Leah (The 1.U.N.V.) wrote a blog about who had good or a big "manxilla" she gave some signs to tell who does and who doesn't. So to honor her blog I too will come up w/ a list and some signs to tell who has that "Butter Love" "In Those Jeans" (That's right only Xilla can finish a blog using Next and Ginuwine songs)

I've been trying to with hold from sex for a while now and frankly it's hard. It's the weekend I don't have to work and frankly I'm horny as hell. I was going to break my hold out and sign an Alex Rodriguez type contract this weekend (275 Million) but plans changed. I mean I had a lot of stuff planned.

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We see it all the time, it's something about the female who wears a head wrap that just screams positive. Seems like she's in touch with her roots, they all seem to hold a natural beauty. Well 2 years ago this week I started my dread locks. It's been a hard and long process. Finding different ways to avoid the 50 plus dollars to get them done, The locks merging together to make one chicken foot dread. It's crazy, but I must say it's been truly liberating achieving the length and hang time of my hair.
Alright I was doing my blog rounds since I had some extra times and I stopped by one of my favorite blogs. [Swagger City] Now The video above is down right crazy. It's funny as hell b/c I believe deep down in this North Carolinians heart he's calling us all niggers and is smiling b/c he just got away with it.
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Today's Moment of Niggatry comes from the Clubs. This entry you're about to read is part of my World Blog Tour. Dates are still available so if you want to host a blog please contact me and let me know. On to today's Blog
I want to let you girls know something, but really I'm not even talking to females right now. I wanna talk to all you stupid Ass Niggas.

I confess that I cannot understand how we can plot, lie, cheat and commit murder abroad and remain humane, honorable, trustworthy and trusted at home.
So yesterday I'm on the Internet sending out mass comments for BlogXilla.com when I get a message from one of my homegirls on yahoo. And the Conversation started something like this.
Continue reading "She Said... I Love Her But I Don't Trust Her" »

Teddy Pen The Funk Down, just bought his own private G4 jet according to a recent interview with KING magazine. He dropped like 3 million on the jet which Seats 14, has a couch (hey so does most porns), a CD player with speakers under the seats and a color TV. This just reeks of the movie Soul Plane. I'm sure they'll be adding a stripper pole and a condom dispenser in the arms of the couch.

It's happened to all of us before, maybe just one time, or maybe every time we go to the club, the drunk person. Breath smelling like hot garbage freshly dropped from the ass tunnel of hybrid version Macy Gray and T-Pain. Loud jumbled non-sense spewing from their trap and no clue of what the word no means. They always want to do something that starts with the letter F, from Fight, Fuck or Fly. But how does one deal with the drunk person? Here are a few tips to keep you entertained instead of annoyed.
Hump Day Special - Bathrooms & Boogers
**Disclaimer** This blog is quite random
Have you ever been holding a conversation with something and as you're looking them in the eye you notice a monster booger hanging from their nose? This seems to happen to me very often. It use to take me quite a while to get up the courage to tell them they have a booger dangling from one of their nose hairs but now i just come out and be like "yo you might wanna get the monster trying to escape from your nostril. Why do people let us walk around looking crazy? its not like it decided to slide down and come see me once it heard my voice it's probably been hanging out all day. Another thing i have noticed is that in most men's room i go into is there is booger right next to the handle of every urinal. I never understood this, I'm a man and most men think pretty much alike but i never had the urge to pick my nose and whip a booger on the wall while my dick was in my hand. I mean what is this some unwritten man code that I don't know about? Maybe it's just proof that I'm a supreme sexual being.

One of my females friends disclosed to me that her best friend's man was cheating on her best friend. The BFF most likely discovered this by going through his phone and finding some bimbo's number in the phone with the letter GTD next to her name. GTD = Got The Draws. So what does any self respecting female do when faces with the adversity of her man cheating on her? Cheat on him that's what.

Choice, the single most important thing needed to maintain ones sanity. There is a power struggle going on in today's society that is spiraling out of control. The Government is slowly taking away ones choice to do many things. The rights to receive information process it and make ones own decision of events. They lied to us about the reasons for going to war, covered up dirt with more dirt and then covered that dirt with even more dirt. If you have my reading my scribes then you already know my stance on these issues, but it's not only the government that is taking part in this deception it is our girlfriends, boyfriends, best friends and associates as well.

Time after time, when I ask a girl what's the freakiest thing they've ever done, it's always something done outside. Sucking dick in the bathroom of the wingzone isn't necessarily freaky. But what is it about public sexual acts that is such a turn on to many? Getting caught is not really in my book of turn ons although I have gotten sucked on a pier, wingzone bathroom, movie theater, library, public bus, City Park and strip clubs. Yet all these times my heart has pounded with fear as my balls pulsated with pleasure.
There was Kesha, Melissa, Nicky, Genesis, Marguerette, Tammy, Selina, Bella, Maia, Sherese, Ashley, Summer, Brandy, Nastasha, 2 Angels, about 3 Kims, Latoyas and a few more Keshas, Candy, Dana, Tiffany, Sadia, Rebecca, Shareekah, Tamala, Pamela, 2 Strippers I only know as Diamond & Roxy and a bunch more. Someone asked me has it always been easy for me to get pussy. I thought about when have I ever had to work or even as much wait to get the goods. Umm Never!
Yeah... Hip Hop Is Dead.
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I was thinking of the worlds fascination of sex in a car.. believe it or not I have never got Head in the whip with or without crashing it. I've never figured out how to get it popping. I mean how do you ask for head w/o sounding like a complete and utter jerk? hey Baby suck my dick? Now I have learned that on some occasions you can just wave it in your girls face and Wah Lah. But there has to be an understanding. I guess I just need to learn a bit of patience.

As I pound at the keyboard my mind walks though a forgotten stairwell. Thrown away like an empty bag of Rap Snack Potato chips. My words fall on death ears, my feelings are meaningless as the echos of my footsteps sing the same song of old. It's about more than just you. I guess getting the respect you deserve, or should I say the respect you FEEL you deserve, is simply an unread footnote in the book of life.


Last night I went to the club, normally I would have prowled the dance floor and bar for someone to bring home but my celibacy and "Best" has it so thats not even an option. So instead I came home and watched Tela Tequila's reality show. All I could think of is why? What has this chick done other than sit on myspace and collect friends that would grant her a reality show? Now I can't be mad at her hustle but for real? Can someone please explain if it's supposed to be reality TV why is the formula for all of these shows the same?
A group of socially defunct people, one gay guy or girl, one black person, a whore, a slut and one person who has no clue whatsoever of what's going on oh and let's not forget the pretty preppy white boy. I watched this train wreck and threw up a little bit in my mouth. Now I have my own idea for a reality show, like to hear about it? Well here it goes.

Erykah Badu was on a message board and someone asked her: who she would rather face in a fight, Lauryn Hill, Jill Scott or Alicia Keys? This is what she said:
"well lets see.... alicia seem like she a 'face scratcher' so imma pass . jill will beat THEE shit out a nigga so im straight. ill go round with L boogie tho we in the same weight class and if i train for a few months i just might knock the zion out that ass..."
So It got me to thinking of all the girl fights I've seen in my life. The boobs & ass popping out, people getting hit w/ pumps, and the numerous girls jumping in. So I have 2 Questions, what was your most memorable fight. And if you could fight anyone who would it be?

We all love sex, some even like for it to hurt a little bit. See, now when it comes to pain there is a fine line between hurt and injured. Allow me to tell you a story.

As I sit at my computer keyboard ready to take flight and go back home with my daughter for the first time since I left, numerous thoughts flood my mind. What will this war torn city hold. Brothers doing nothing but being hood. It's real attractive to some, but not me. My friends are there, my real friends the ones who know me at Lamar. Not Xilla Tha Kool Kid. I go back with good news, something people don't seem they like delivering nowadays, I mean all you here is bad news. So and So got shot, remember little Kesha? Yeah she Pregnant... "You know dude who used to stay w/ the head phones what's his name?" "Umm Reggie?" "Yeah that's his name... well he locked up" I mean damn. So while I'm home eating some of the best Macaroni and Cheese I ever ate, and my moms wonderful dressing. I'll give thanks to my success.

On Monday, The girl who does my hair showed her stinginess to the hundredth power. She stole a measly $4.50 from my house. The only reason I even found out was b/c I offered to buy her a beer. To which she replied oh I took your money earlier. WTF? I find that a lot but not all females have this sort of sick fascination with money. It borders on obsession. I noticed this b/c anytime there is a major celebrity divorce you can see a strange gleam in the eyes of females all over the globe proud that one of them made it. Watch, as you’re out in the world today, tell a woman that Juanita Jordan just won the mansion, the kids and 168 millions dollars in the divorce settlement from Michael “Air” Jordan as watch their eye twitch and glisten.

So I'm sitting in the house on the phone w/ my best friend in the whole wide world. We are watching House and chatting about random things. Like the purpose for that little nine at then end of gas prices. (Which are set to go up 20 more cent) We were pretty pissed that they try to fool us b/c when you think you're paying $3.13 for gas you're really paying 3.13.9999 cent for gas and it sucks. Anyway there is a tap at my door. My eyes roll into the back of my head b/c i know it can only be one of 2 people both of which get on my COT DAMN NERVES!!! "Yo boogie, do you have any ketchup I can borrow" I give the ketchup wait until he applies a small portion on his burger and give it back. I shut my door, lock it and put the latch on the door rather loudly hoping he gets the point. 30 minutes later... knock knock knock

I’m at my computer getting thrown!! For the truest blog I ever wrote. Alright I’m 100% sober, unless you account for the pain pills I took to qualm this toothache that’s been nagging me of late. Anyway this morning while I was in the shower taking a piss I had a revelation… And don’t make that face, It’s man logic, warm in here cold out there… and the water is going down anyway so I figured. Fuck it I’m pissing. So as I proceeded to kick water in the direction of the piss which now sat near the drain lingering as a reminded that I just pissed in the tub I decided I’m going to be celibant. That’s right no more sex from me.
Continue reading "Man Vs. Woman - Stingy [Saturday Night]" »

So she’s living with another dude, so the chances of getting back together might pretty much be out of the question. An intense feeling of betrayal and justification of my over reactions fill my soul. I thought about spending the whole weekend drunk out of my mind, but rationality filled my conscious. Well almost, I hopped on the phone, I wanted company, I needed someone to take my mind off of the pain my heart felt. I met this one in the club, she’s been dying to see the Kool Kid, but a pseudo relationship got in the way of numerous other chances to hook up but not tonight. The apartment was clean from head to toe, the scent of mango mist filled the air as she walked into the door looking like a movie star ready to accept her Oscar for her award winning performance. I usually don’t write about my current dealings, but this is an exception this weekend is all for your reading pleasure.
The time has come where we shift our focus from the dude w/ the braids, pants hanging off his ass, and keeps leaning, rocking and talking way to loud and start paying attention to the overly quiet long haired kid w/ the blue eyes, trimmed w/ black eyeliner and the upside down cross on his shirt. These white kids are dangerous man!! Over in Finland, an 18-year-old gunman opened fire at his high school killing 9 people. I checked MSNBC and the headline reads a rare school shooting. WTF? Rare?!? They shoot up a school every other week. But this dude is different. He posted a warning video on Youtube. Oh I get it now, he's one of those internet thugs. We've all dealt w/ them. Some girlfriend, sending you hate mail b/c her boyfriend left you a comment, or some dude who wants to call you out of your name b/c you think Jay-Z is better than Nas. I myself have even played internet thug, over too many comments on my ex girls page.