Finally Someone Speaks out exactly How I feel. Te Labeling of Hipster, What is it the Human Conscience having To Group,Associate, and Classify Things?! Frankly I dont like being labeled hipster for one because i cant seem to receive a definite definition of what it really means for one. Also Im sort of sick of people labeling this like its a new movement, especially these niggas here in Fort Worth with the certain Lil Wayne Dick Riding obsession with rocking skinny jeans etc. Because If I remember correctly, yall was calling that Gay when I was Wearing it?!..Same way yall did Ye' When He First Came Out. Now These Lame Guys Come in to Zumies asking for something they have no background on let alone the proper pronunciation. And They dont realize they are behind times in the worst way.Ed Hardy the required attire for going out on the town?!..wasn't niggas rocking that like four years ago?!..the new "gottagobuycauseiseeeveryotherniggawithem" Classic Slip On and Authentic Vans?!..Not Copping The Two-Tone, Just Black, White, Liberty, and Scuba. Rocking Skull Head chains and Belt Buckles?!..(News Flash Juelz and Wayne aint Rocking that shit no more, Keep Up). Oh and Last Thing..at least for today..Dudes Mixing Prep With Like Hood (There Vision of Hipster) Dude U Look Dumb in Sagging Skinny Jeans (Oh Side bar, Asshole dont come ask me no more where to find some skinny jeans thats not that skinnny?!..thats pissing me off) now sagging skinny jeans vans dookie rope and a Hollister Shirt?!, With a Boxtop and then Hightop Socks?!..Wtf?!..Make up your mind?!...Why is it Dudes wanna Be Hood in The Burbs?!..Point Is Why is You Dudes trying to dress like the same person you clowned about there clothes years ago..ME.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
50 Cent, Putting More Pennies in The Bank..
Then They Wonder Why I Like THis Guy So Much ( No Homo But Bromo, check the previous post for concerns) 50 is like me when it comes to clowning he is funny and genuinely a cool dude... plus this nigga is not an ass hole like people perceive, like people talk about that Game and Buck Situation, Its like This Nigga is Responsible for their success. What I Look Like Paying My first water bill, then telling moms Fuck Her and Moving out?!..your right borderline dumbass..LOL..but Here is my boy fif in the moment...
Are You A Bromosexual?!
Yo I Just Got Some Vibes And New Music From My Boy Rideout (Fat Kid Fresh) GO Peep His NEW Song " What Ill Buy" at www.myspace.com/rideout but here is some new terms for my social class interest people!!
In my last post someone asked me what was up with Lil' Wayne wearing a "T-Wayne" shirt and I responded by saying that him and T-Pain are forming a group and that's the name. I then referred to the name as "bromosexual" and that seemed to catch a few people's attention. I even got a text message early this morning asking me "what is bromosexual?" I'm pretty certain that Bromosexual doesn't have a Webster's definition, but if I had to come up with one I'd say that bromosexual referrs to a seemingly platonic male relationship with slightly homosexual undertones.
Examples:*Lil' Wayne kissing baby...bromosexual
*T-Pain talking about the size of Ray-J's "meat" (his words not mine)...bromosexual
*The way that Game is obbsessed with Dr. Dre...bromosexual
*Young Buck crying about how Lloyd Banks and Yayo would feel about him...bromosexual
I think you get the point.
In my last post someone asked me what was up with Lil' Wayne wearing a "T-Wayne" shirt and I responded by saying that him and T-Pain are forming a group and that's the name. I then referred to the name as "bromosexual" and that seemed to catch a few people's attention. I even got a text message early this morning asking me "what is bromosexual?" I'm pretty certain that Bromosexual doesn't have a Webster's definition, but if I had to come up with one I'd say that bromosexual referrs to a seemingly platonic male relationship with slightly homosexual undertones.
Examples:*Lil' Wayne kissing baby...bromosexual
*T-Pain talking about the size of Ray-J's "meat" (his words not mine)...bromosexual
*The way that Game is obbsessed with Dr. Dre...bromosexual
*Young Buck crying about how Lloyd Banks and Yayo would feel about him...bromosexual
I think you get the point.
Friday, August 22, 2008
The World Is Weird "Hands Down"..Lol
Um I check out my dude Blue homeboy Biggs He does like photography and some art work as well, he designed this barack obam skate deck im prolly going to post up on here soon..Shouts to dude, def a fan..but here is something he wrote i found super hilarious..and honestly..i thought he was describing me at first..LMAO
I can find comedy in nearly everything life has to throw at me. Most of which I probably shouldn’t. Yes that includes toddlers getting kicked and flipped through the air like Eddie Gordo from Tekken. Yes that also includes midgets scurrying about during a fight on national television. That most certainly includes babies falling off the end of a couch while the parents film. And of course that includes PTA moms punching other PTA moms in the teeth. None of this though, could compare to what I witnessed Friday night.
I went to a college party with my boy. It’s no secret that I’m not too fond of clubs and/or parties, but I DETEST college parties. I’ve never liked them, but something about them now, as a person in their (barely) upper 20s, makes me feel like that 45 year old “frat boy” that still goes to college events trying to pick up girls to go back to his parents basement and watch his extensive collection of erotica based sci-fi “films”. It’s also a well documented fact that I don’t smoke or drink. Needless to say, since I’m not the smoking, drinking, party going, club hopping type, and since the DJs at said parties endlessly spin Africanized nursery rhymes (see: Dr Seuss books to a drum beat), I have to find other things within the club/party to entertain myself. Generally, laughing at drunks will suffice, but Friday was different. Most of the crowd was under drinking age, so the drunkenness based humor was going to be limited.
As I wandered about the lounge I noticed a guy dancing really hard, so much so, he had developed a hearty sweat. I’m not talking some slight perspiration, I’m talking 4th quarter of the championship game sweat. He wore square framed Malcolm X glasses, a button up with the sleeves folded to his elbows, a Windsor knotted tie, and a watch. While none of this is out of the ordinary, they are all integral details for later in the story. As he arched his back and rolled his hips, “Dougie-ing” the night away, I noticed another detail about his appearance that struck me as odd. Initially I thought the dim lights were playing tricks on me, and since Electric Boogaloo wouldn’t keep still, I couldn’t be sure. But alas he finally was still and what I thought I saw had been confirmed. Electric Boogaloo didn’t have any hands. Both arms ended at the wrist. Now back to the integral details.
“He wore square framed “Malcolm X” glasses”. Not really an issue here. Putting glasses on with no hands is difficult but not impossible.
“a button up with sleeves folded to his elbows”. This confused me a bit, but I suppose if someone were to “give him a hand” this wouldn’t be unheard of.
“a Windsor knotted tie”. Again, a “handy” person could tie his tie.
“and a watch”….. a watch… no hands…. dancing… HARD…. Only one question bounced around in my head for the rest of the night. “How, exactly is that staying on?” As a matter of fact I’m still baffled. Maybe it was one of those slap bracelet watches, but how would he slap it on? I saw the dude later in the evening with his tie loosened and shirt unbuttoned, and thought to myself either this guy has quite a bit of help or he’s real “handy” with his wrists.
And I know some of you are thinking that if he ever reads this, I might have some trouble on my “hands”. But don’t worry, it’ll take him weeks to type in the address. Those pesky keys are just so close together. I will “hand” it to the guy though, he was pulling chicks all night….. or whatever an awkward grabbing motion with the wrists would be called.
PEACE
ONE GOD ONE LOVE
J
I can find comedy in nearly everything life has to throw at me. Most of which I probably shouldn’t. Yes that includes toddlers getting kicked and flipped through the air like Eddie Gordo from Tekken. Yes that also includes midgets scurrying about during a fight on national television. That most certainly includes babies falling off the end of a couch while the parents film. And of course that includes PTA moms punching other PTA moms in the teeth. None of this though, could compare to what I witnessed Friday night.
I went to a college party with my boy. It’s no secret that I’m not too fond of clubs and/or parties, but I DETEST college parties. I’ve never liked them, but something about them now, as a person in their (barely) upper 20s, makes me feel like that 45 year old “frat boy” that still goes to college events trying to pick up girls to go back to his parents basement and watch his extensive collection of erotica based sci-fi “films”. It’s also a well documented fact that I don’t smoke or drink. Needless to say, since I’m not the smoking, drinking, party going, club hopping type, and since the DJs at said parties endlessly spin Africanized nursery rhymes (see: Dr Seuss books to a drum beat), I have to find other things within the club/party to entertain myself. Generally, laughing at drunks will suffice, but Friday was different. Most of the crowd was under drinking age, so the drunkenness based humor was going to be limited.
As I wandered about the lounge I noticed a guy dancing really hard, so much so, he had developed a hearty sweat. I’m not talking some slight perspiration, I’m talking 4th quarter of the championship game sweat. He wore square framed Malcolm X glasses, a button up with the sleeves folded to his elbows, a Windsor knotted tie, and a watch. While none of this is out of the ordinary, they are all integral details for later in the story. As he arched his back and rolled his hips, “Dougie-ing” the night away, I noticed another detail about his appearance that struck me as odd. Initially I thought the dim lights were playing tricks on me, and since Electric Boogaloo wouldn’t keep still, I couldn’t be sure. But alas he finally was still and what I thought I saw had been confirmed. Electric Boogaloo didn’t have any hands. Both arms ended at the wrist. Now back to the integral details.
“He wore square framed “Malcolm X” glasses”. Not really an issue here. Putting glasses on with no hands is difficult but not impossible.
“a button up with sleeves folded to his elbows”. This confused me a bit, but I suppose if someone were to “give him a hand” this wouldn’t be unheard of.
“a Windsor knotted tie”. Again, a “handy” person could tie his tie.
“and a watch”….. a watch… no hands…. dancing… HARD…. Only one question bounced around in my head for the rest of the night. “How, exactly is that staying on?” As a matter of fact I’m still baffled. Maybe it was one of those slap bracelet watches, but how would he slap it on? I saw the dude later in the evening with his tie loosened and shirt unbuttoned, and thought to myself either this guy has quite a bit of help or he’s real “handy” with his wrists.
PEACE
ONE GOD ONE LOVE
J
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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