HOT!!! NUDE!!! GIRLS!!!

Not really but keep reading...THIS IS A BLOG POST I WROTE ON MY MYSPACE PAGE IN 2007. I JUST HAPPENED TO READ IT THIS MORNING AND THOUGHT I'D SHARE. ENJOY IF YOU CAN. LOL

What have I been doing, you ask? 

Oh, just maintainin', pimpin' and panderin', slippin, slidin' and meanderin'/I like my chicken fried or mandarin.  Chillin like a villain minus the robbin' and "stillin'".  ready for the weekend tailgate to do some grillin.  Drink spillin, Peppermillin', Corey Dillon...retired last season. 

Sorry.  That's how I warm up.  Singers do the "mi-mi-mi" thing, musicians go through their scales, athletes inject HGH, I free-write. 

I've been workin' on my DJ skills, y'all!  Once I get tight, and a driver's license, I'll be able to spin at your next gig, social gathering, Super Bowl party, nephew's bar-mitzvah, your hispanic potna's niece's quincinera, booty-shake contest, bus boycott, freedom rally, YOU NAME IT!!! 

Football season.  That means one thing first and foremost.  You can forget about me answering the phone so don't bother calling. Between my Niners and the rest of the NFL, I'm not tryin' to be bothered with much else.  Unless you got some big booty friends comin' through after the game.  Or you ARE a big booty comin' through after the game.  In which case, leave a message and I'll prioritize your call accordingly. 

Enough about big booties for the moment.  Back to football...most people would assume that because I'm a 49er fan I hate the raiders.  Far from true.  First, I live by the motto, "I don't have to hate yours to love mine".  My mother raised 2 boys, no haters. So if the raiders are playing, as long as they aren't playing the Niners, I'm rather indifferent.  What happens is, I hang out at an all raider sportsbar and they cheer loudly for any team that is beating my Niners so I look forward to raider losses when I'm in that bar simply because it means I know I won't have to hear about my team taking one in the loss column.  How you gon' talk shit when yo' shit ain't shit either?  Nah-mean, son? 

Sunday we tailgate.  Perhaps I'll have a blog for you.  The plan is to arrive at the stadium at about 7am...which means only 2 remys saturday night.  I'll be makin' brefiss burritos and my boy's gonna hook up lunch.  Last game we had sausage nigg-muffins for brefiss, salmon skewers, catfish, skrimps, and NY steak.  In a word...HELLAGOOD! This week I'ma have to shop for my own brew though cause a brotha can only drink so much Miller High Life before he starts feelin' like Da Mayor in Do The Right Thing.  (RIP, Ossie Davis!)

Well, folks...my dick is long but my time is short!  'Til next time,

Love, Peace, and Soul!!! (Shout out to Don Cornelius!)

I just had a thought, IMAGINE THAT?  Isn't it a sad testament to the music we listen to, which is influenced by the world we live in, that the old closing line from Soul Train that I quoted above could actually be justifiably replaced with Hate, Violence, and Hip-Hop?

Things that make you say..."Word has far too much time on his hands."

WORD.