It's Gonna Be A Big Nut Bust

I posted this on my old blog before the divorce, but in honor of reliving the hilariousness that is Boss Nigger, I feel that we should let the random homeless guy also get a reshowing...

Also came across a band named, Does It Offend You, Yeah , who decided to sample the video and made a dope song out of it. Check it out...

Boss Nigger

Sometime last year, Claude went over his parents house and his dad was watching a western. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but wait, there's more. So the intro came on, and it began to sing the triumphs of a boss...boss nigger. I can't make any shit like this up. I'm not that creative lol.

Anyway, check out the intro to Boss Nigger...yes, it has the -er.

Oh, the joys of monogamy!

Earlier on twitter I made a joke about how I love that my next check will me monogamous, and that she's going to be all mine. I started to think about the joys of monogamy, and how much I miss being in a monogamous relationship.

I miss the long chats until the other one falls asleep. I miss the PDA. I miss random txts. I miss being missed. I miss being able to fuck raw. I miss not having to share.

Caught Me Slippin'

So there's this guy name Jermaine that I used to talk to back in february. He was ok, nothing too special, but I figured out in the beginning that it wasn't going to go anywhere. He doesn't have a job, he never went to school, and he still lives w/ his mom. Dont get me wrong, there's plenty of good guys out here like that, but I'my at the point right now where I'd like for the person I'm talking to bring something to the table. If we're not equal, be greater than me, do something! Anyway, I used not being over Claude as an excuse to stop talking to him, but he was so fucking persistent.

When I used to work at my last job I didn't get a chance to look at my phone very often. If he texted me good morning, I might not get to it until later that afternoon and he'd send a text like

"I guess you trying to be fake and ignore me"

Or i'd be driving and he'll say something along the lines of,

"So you're going to just quit talking to me. Oh ok."

I got frustrated w/ that shit and just said fuck it and started ignoring him. I think the last time I responded to his shit was back in March. I don't say a word. He calls, I don't answer. He writes on my Facebook wall, I don't respond. None of that shit...until yesterday.

I was out w/ Cupcake for our patented "Friday Food & Drinks" and I got a text from a random # saying, "hello". So me being the cordial person I was, I responded and asked who it was...it was him. The mothafucka caught me slipping.

Journey Inside The Spotless Mind of My TL

I have this guy that I follow, Gideon Wildflower, who also happens to be a rapper, and I can seriously say that he's one of the most interesting people that I follow. Sometimes I'm unable to read his rants because I'm in the middle of just trying to write a tweet, but in-between his random one-liners that talk about sex or people that he see on the train, he says brilliant things like this:




Whether the shit he says is original or by someone else, I always have to tip my hat off to him. S/o to you for being you mr. wildflower, continue.

A.D.I.D.A.S

It's on my mind, all day, everyday. I think the want for it has increased since I'm not able to get it as regularly as I once was. I've started back 'bating, and now I need go come 3x just to come down off the high....shit I need to get some regularity going in my life.

There's Just Something About...

Frank Ocean. I know you've heard his name quite often lately and probably wonder who in the hell he is...well, now you're about to know.