Kanye West Debuts Nike Air Yeezy 2 @ Coachella

Back in february when i posted the Black Mamba film we all got a first glance of what appeared to be the Yeezy 2s worn by Kanye West, well this past sunday when Kanye graced the stage at Coachella to perform an epic set, he did it in the Yeezy's..no release date yet but peep the pics and let the hype begin..

Starbucks: No Time For Games

She knows what she wants and she’s not shy about letting me know, which was one of the things that I liked about her. We also vibed pretty well, but her other priorities, combined with my lifestyle, eventually led to our demise. She worked hard and often…..and thankfully, she brought that same work ethic to the bedroom.


Starbucks stood around 5′7, nice carmel skin (minus the ugly tats), beautiful breast, nice ass, and average in the face. We hooked up on more than a few occasions, but we eventually lost contact. During that time, I ended up trying to get at her girl, who oddly had more sex appeal, but wasn’t as cute. I ended up loosing the motivation to go after her after I found out she smoked weed and drank all the time….I must say some of it was her initially being busy everytime I called.

By now, I had pretty much forgotten about both of them, so I was surprised to hear from Starbucks again. Come to find out, her girl never told her I was trying to get on, so everything was still cool. She told me she wanted to hook up, so we put everything in motion.

When I got over her house, she did not waste time with trivial questions. She came to the door in house shoes and some type of bustier with her hair already wrapped up. She offered me a glass of water and we went into her room.

Red Light. This chick was playing Pretty Ricky. I can’t listen to them and possibly get an erection. She seriously didn’t want to turn it off either. “You’re worried about them when I’m laying here,” she said. I stood up and gave her a look that let her know I was not playing. I think she wanted to say “nigga whatever,” but she switched the cd some some old school r&b mix. She laid back on the bed with her legs open, like she was about to give birth, lol. I think that was the hint for me to eat her out, which I really didn’t have a problem with, but she was growing a small forest down there.

You know the worst thing about eating p*ssy? GETTING PUBIC HAIR IN YOUR MOUTH. That’s just with regular everyday cat (shouts out to the ladies who keep a clean shave down there), but this girl had a 70’s style joint going on. I would have choked on hair before I even got to her clit. Watching her rub her clit kinda looked like somebody trying to find a flea on a hairy dog.

Either way, she was still wet (you could see her hairs start to shine) and she was creaming down her thigh. I didn’t tell her I wasn’t going to eat it, I just……didn’t. I didn’t even go for any head, just to make sure I didn’t give her any more reason to think I was going to lick her. She grabbed a condom out of her purse and continued to play with my d*ck until it was to hard to bend. She rolled the condom down (which not to toot my own horn here, but was too small), so I ended up having to toss that one across the room and put on a mag.

Time to get it in...


No kissing, no pampering, she was WET…and ready. She bent over and started to grab her sheets. I slid in and she just let out a huge sigh, which turned me on. I felt like I was just what she needed. She was stroking my ego, which in turn, made me stroke her better. I didn’t want to murder it off rip, so I took my time with the strokes, swaying my pelvis to completely work her canal. Unlike a lot of girls, her arch game is perfect, which optimizes the pleasure. At this point, she was winning.

I was holding on for dear life trying not to cum. With every stroke, I came closer to loosing it. So I did what any man would do when he’s trying to please a woman, I stopped and backed out. RED LIGHT. Shortie was MAD. I mean, she gave me the look of death, “why the fuck did you stop?” she asked. “Ummm, because I was about to cum,” I replied. “Well you should have came then.” Alrighty then. This made me think about when Freckles told me that feeling me cum actually turns her on more. I guess she can feel my d*ck jumping as the sperm runs through it. Ah well, armed with these instructions, I get back to work.

This time, I let her ride it, and this is the only position that she’s cum in with me (which only happened twice out of the dozen or so times we had sex anyway). In her words, her clit gets to rub up against me, all the while keeping me inside of her. Whatever works for her, works for me. She did her thing for a good 2 minutes and 8 seconds before I just couldn’t take it. She didn’t cum, but she still sat there smiling.

“I gotta get ready to work.” Damn, I felt so used. I usually don’t care about this type of stuff, but then again, I haven’t had too many women pull that. They usually wanna chill afterwards and I’m the one leaving.

Ladies, have you ever called a dude over, had sex with him, then put him out? Was it because he was wack or because you already got what you wanted??

Ode to the nice guy!

i stumbled across this and after reading it i had 2 share with you guys, many times i feel like the nice guy,, but i just feel thats its easier to be an asshole.LOL. Enjoy..


"This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming."

Liar..Liar

(ok, I know I havent been on in a while, ive just been goin thru sum personal stuff and I had 2 take care of that, but don’t worry ill blog about it later….oh yea n R.I.P Michael Jackson)…


One of my pet peeves about women are liars,, I hate liars with a fukkn passion. Lying is so unnecessary, I feel like ima cool down to earth individual and most people that met me also agree. I never judge the next person because even I know that im not perfect, but theres sumthing about liars that make my skin crawl.

Not too long ago I was at aventura mall filling out apps and lookin for a new job and I came across a pretty young think with a nice smile, we talked for a lil bit and exchanged numbers, now she stays about a good 20 minutes away , and whenever she wanted me to slide thru I was either too fukked up with my homies to drive or I wasn’t in the area. But this 1 particular day she was extra determined to get me over to her crib. So I ask the usual probing questions just to make sure im not making a blank trip. Shes answering all the questions correctly and shes even throwin me sum convincing pics. Ok. Im convinced. Time to head over there.

Now from the moment I got there I shoulda just left, but since I was thinking with the wrong head I was focused on 1 goal. Now when I get to the door her home girl answers the door and tells me that shes in the room waiting for me, now on my way to the room I took a quick peek at the room across the hall and I see sum dude rollin up a blunt, now I could care less I aint gonna woory bout the next dude getting his cuz obviously me n him were gunnin got the same goal. Lol.

Ok now me n shorty are in the room and were talkin for a bit and then next thing u know, DEAD SILENCE! I mean me n her are just sittin there n not sayin shit 2 each other, shes channel surfing and watching Charm School and im like wtf?!?! So I take a different approach and I start rubbing on her and kissing her body, now shes starting to quiver n moan, ok now were getting somewhere. So she lays me down, starts kissing on my chest and shes goin down my stomach(at this point im rock solid and ready to go) she unzips my pants and her eyes get a lil big when she shes what shes about to get into, I love it when chicks gasp when they see what im workin with, so she grabs my dick put it in her mouth for about 15 seconds and then all of a sudden, she just stops! Slams on the breaks and everything! So im like what happened? I showered and was well groomed down there so I know it wasn’t me cuz im all about good hygiene , and she tells me “I cant do this, I told myself that im not gonna do this anymore”…what the fuck!! So after I come over and u have my dick in your mouth, all of a sudden u wanna have a life changing mnoment?? Get da fuck outta here, I made 1 final attempt and realized it was pointless, so I get up , get dressed and head to the car, she follows me out and tells me how sorry she is, at this point I didn’t even care I just wanted to leave n go to the nearest corner store so I can get a dutch and spark up, so as im bout to pull out her drive way she says , “fuck it, come back inside so we can finish”…I shook my head, laughed n drove away, leaving her standin right where she was. Look im not no high skool kid and I don’t have time for games n shit, I know most of you are saying that I shoulda went back, but fuck that, she shoulda did that in the room, and she mde me come all the way out here for sum foolishness, I shoulda told the dude I saw in the other bedroom to tag me in when he was done. Lol. At least the home girl wasn’t into playin games, I could hear the dude tearin the pussy up while we was watchin charm school. Then while im rollin up my blunt in pure dissappointment, shorty has da nerve to text me and ask if I was mad at her, I just chuckled and kept on smoking,, she kept texting for a few days and I never wrote back..I think she gets the point now…

See, its shit like this that makes me realize I need a wifey instead of a shone,,..smfh

Ladies, have u ever had a sudden change of heart after u invite a dude over for sum R&R?
Fellas, would u have gone back inside or return any of the texts?

How to tell if shes a hoOdRat..

The only thing funnier to me than a hood rat female, is ones who don’t know they are hood rat females. Some of you are reading this and have no idea you’re a hood rat. Ill give you a few pointers on spotting a hood rat, what hood rats are good for, and if you’re a hood rat and whether you can become a productive person in society.

First thing you should know, is you attract what you are. So if you’re always in rat drama, date rat males, your father is master splinter, you’re probably a rat.

As far as appearance, this is the hardest part to me. A girl can look like a rat, and actually be a lady, or look like a lady and actually be a rat. Now that being a “hipster” is in, you have a lot of rat hipsters now. Some rats realize it’s cheaper to be a hipster, terrible. You can usually spot them however because they will have some sort of designer purse on with them. 9/10 it’s fake. They love taking pictures with money that is the hood rat stamp. If she has a pic with money, or has a man with a pic full of money, she’s a rat, and so is her boyfriend. People in the real world realize that money is not a toy that you flaunt off, or keep balled up. You respect money, and you save it. Only rats throw it away because they don’t understand the value of it. Only a rat would respect someone throwing it also. You usually can’t tell a rat is a rat until, she opens her mouth.

Rats converse only about other rats, other broke people, and what celebrities they look like or want to be. You can never bring them out in public because no matter the location, they are still the loudest one. Cuss when it’s inappropriate and basically just don’t understand that there is a time and place for everything. They just blame it on being “real”. Yeah a real RAT! If you look like you have money, then a rat will flock to you. You don’t actually have to spend on a rat, because they are usually not the smartest ones, and the smart rats have been around the block. They only learn after they do some time, or they get smacked around by a heavy enough hand.

You can be any race to be a rat, it’s about who you surround yourself with. Also you can look any way to be a rat. Its funny when people say rat, most girls think of dark skin, weave head girls. The light skin girls are by farrrrrrr the most rat ones. It’s funny because they don’t think they are because they look “exotic” or whatever they think. So sad how we can tell some of you women anything and you just run with it.

Now most people think hood rats only stay in the hood. HA! They wish, I meet more hood rats that stay in the burbs than anything. Its not we’re you from, its we’re your at. So baby you can move out of the hood, you’re still a rat.

Now sometimes good girls date rat males…..Nah they don’t. LOL. They really don’t, only a rat female dates a rat male. If you’re attracted to rat males, then you are a rat female. If you don’t care how your man makes his money, then you are a rat. If you will talk to a guy solely off his car, you’re a rat. If you think stacks of money is more glamorous than bank statements….guess what? RAT! If your man did time, is doing time, or had you do time for him, more than likely you’re a rat. One thing that rats of all races, creeds, and locations have in common is they are only in it for themselves. If your man will let you take the fall then he’s a rat, and your a rat for going along with it.

If you think that having kids is a blessing, and that finishing school, or being successful, then getting married first, THEN having kids is not, then you’re a rat. Rats have no real goals for life; they rather take care of someone else, a kid, then to actually do any real work for themselves. It’s so fucked up they will care for someone more then they will ever care for themselves. I guess that’s why they need to make sure you know they have a mans, make sure you know they’re spending money, and make sure everyone lets them know how pretty they are. They have nothing really going for themselves but looks.

Im glad in this day n’ age they have things like facebook, and myspace because it’s becoming sooo much easier to spot a hood rat. After high school I just stopped surrounding myself with rat people. The fuck for? I don’t have anything to offer, and they have nothing to gain. Since then I have been fooled because I usually don’t fuck with em, so here’s a few easy ways to spot a rat online. Her status updates are always negative, about her, or about other rat females, or money. Also how much she misses her boyfriend. Bitch just tell him, why you telling facebook? Oh I know why, because you have haters and you want them to know that you’re not a miserable as them. It’s like being the world’s tallest midget. They will have pictures of celebrities they wish they could be, or change their name to something stupid. Like “Baby girl Minaj” or “Stacks on deck chick” lol. Again sometimes you just have to see who they surround themselves with. If in there pictures, there boyfriend looks like the typical thug, she’s a rat. Also that horrible photo Shoppe they do on their pictures. I don’t get why you have to put words on your pictures, and stupid borders, you know what I mean. Just tacky.

Hood rats aren’t all bad however; if you need some trees, call a rat. If you need some connections on how to get your car fixed for the low, call a rat. If you need a bitch to get her ass beat, call a rat. If your just trying to have a good night, call a rat. Never ever trust a rat though. They lie, lie, lie. That’s what they do best, and when you call em out on it, they get mad. Never loan any money either; you will never get it back from a rat. Just keep your distance, use them like they love to use people, and keep it moving.

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