The Ms. Melyssa Ford. Words can't describe what I would do to that girl, but to the topic at hand, recently I've tried to turn on my deep-intellectual brutha swag. Now I'm no master poet, and I would never try out for EROT, but I do dable a little in poetry. I wrote poem y'all! You wana here it, here it go!

Isn't it ironic that girl of my dreams no longer wants anything to do with me?

She did to me what I did to another queen.

3 months of greatness, 1 week of sorrow

Waiting on a response everyday as if it were tomorow.

They say whatever you dish out is coming back to you in return

So whether heartbreaks or good times you get what you earn.

I did the first dirty, tried to correct my mistakes

but by going the other route wound up in heartache.

These events lead me to reconsider,

all of past and present to whom I must redeliver

My indroduction and evaluation of our friendship

So that maybe we can have a different kind of relationship.

And as I sit fighting this battle up inside my mind

Another option trickles all the way down my spine

No not the one where I would end up 8 deep

But the one involving to whom with I should sleep.

To this possible lover it's not rejection so don't get me wrong

I just want my dream girl so we can do it like a R. Kelly song.

Maybe in the future all these things will have come and gone.

Me and the 1st are cool, and not just all alone.

The lady of dreams unique is though she might be

But past those big brown eyes nothing else do I see.

Well if the woman of dreams and I can't work it out

then to my now future lovers there no need to pout.

You see because dreams and fantasies don't always come true.

Life's not a fairy tale or story book ending like a show on hulu.

All I can do is seek forgiveness and wish away the pain,

and until then oh how I wish it would rain.

Radric Davis's current girlfriend... I'm so jealous. For those of you that don't know I'm talking about Gucci Mane aka Mr. Zone 6 himself. Gucci pertains to today's post.

So I got out of Psych at like almost 3 because my professor held us over. I tried to let him know we'd reached the time limit by pulling out my cell phone and proceeded to send various text messages from the corner seat roughly 5 feet from him, but he was oblivious to my intentions. Anyway I dipset and walked to the Union will discussing my favorite holiday (Orange Wednesday) with a couple people. Anyway I checked in on the studio hoping to be in the presence of some great musicians, only to be told by the admin that the previous time holder had just left, and no one had it until 4pm when "Jay Rock The Musik" was set to come through. So the little wheels in my head began turning and I decided to take a shot at making music! I was like, this shit can't be that hard. I signed in, cut on the speakers, cut off the lights, opened up some programs put the headphones on. I was ready boy! Then I realized, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing (-_-). I couldn't make the speakers play through for the internet, nor could I use the keyboard to play through the speakers. I called up some of my most musically inclined friends hoping they'd come to the rescue... not. "JSWISS" came through around 3:45 and starting back working on his "Michael In the Middle EP" dropping soon. "Optimus Rhymes" (artist behind Round 1, the song from my previous post) swung through about 10min later and then we just started clowning in the mug. SO basically instead of making those HITZ like I was supposed to, I just fooled around on Youtube, Facebook, Media Takeout, and World Star Hip-Hop for 45 minutes. Well maybe my musical time will come, but ugh #NotToday! But yea thats it. Did you all catch the whole Keyshia Dior, Gucci Mane, studio, rapping correlation? Ah never mind just look at another pic of Keyshia, she so bad.

So my boy Optimus Rhymes spit some dope ass rhymes over the Just Blaze Street Fighter track. In my opinion this is his best track yet. So put this everywhere you can think of and spread the magic!

This song so much fun. Heard it this morning while everyone else was getting ready for church and I was mopping around like a bummy heathen in my room. Had to put up Jada Fire in the pic because I mean come on a song about titties and she shows hers for a living. Anyone enjoy this Wolfpac track you know the dudes that made the '07 banger "Vans" then split ways only to re-unite all as more established artists. Please enjoy.

I honestly love this song, the idea behind it, the music in it, basically everything about it. If you haven't been put on game, then I'm doing for you right now.

Tammy Torres played Mrs. Officer in the Weezy video, and her acting was magnificent. Any to the topic:

So This morning I woke-up in a pool of sweating panting after having the worst nightmare ever. I have no idea what prompted this dream, but it was a doozie. Anyway I'll record as much I can recall. So entering dream recollection state in 5...4...3...2... So I'm sexting this girl, who I thought I met at the club. Nothing heavy really, I just kept hitting her with some light witty banter. Anyway she invites me over to house, and for some reason I walk up to the front door (which when I later analyzed the dream was on the 2nd floor) so I'm greeted by some short chick who takes me to her room, but we go through this gym that has mirrors for walls. So we get to her room I lay back she proceeds for oral, and I was thinking this chick knows what she's doing, then she gets up because she thinks hears someone at the front door (2nd floor again). She comes back but I followed only to learn that her parents were home. As we walk back to her room I close the door and get suspicious so I ask how old she is to which she replied in a high pitched child voice 13! Well now I'm in a world of fear and I'm talking R. Kelly plus Akon in that club fear. As I stand in a state shock and panic I hear her mom call her name (Sasha I think) so I turn around and put on those Tyson Gay in Switzerland jets but as most scared people do in pressure situations i can't find the door. I sprint down the hall and find a staircase because her mom's coming and then there's a doorway off the staircase to which who steps out none other than my arch-nemesis Danny Glover. I had paused long enough to listen to him as he closed the door because I didn't want to be seen, I mean come on there's no way to talk out of this situation. So he goes in the door I run down the stairs and he comes only to here me running away as he yells stop running not in his new pilfered from Bill Duke whispery style voice but in that old Lethal Weapon voice "Stop running in my G-- DAMN HOUSE!" So I'm sweating bullets running down these stairs finally they end and I jump off towards the real front door (bottom floor). As I leap off I happen to bump the Waka Flocka look-a-like that Kat Stacks posted on twitter and knock him over, and I'm sure he could describe me to the police if necessary so I bust through the door and run across the street to Manly Dorm (which is on North Campus beside Mangum in Chapel Hill). I run into the bathroom to catch my breath and contemplate only to look and see a white girl screaming at me in a pink towel. I didn't need to read any signs to realize I was in an all girls dorm, so I run out of the bathroom and into the street only to wake-up in my bed at 9:16 (reality now dream ended in street). AJ had texted me for some reason so I stared at my phone and watched like 2 horror movies on Netflix to try and get that dream out of my head. Because of a dream fitting for an episode of Dateline NBC with Chris Hanson, the former #1 Nightmare spot held by my kindergarten classmate chasing me around Mars in a robot when I was 7, has been overtaken.
This is the story of my dreams.

Yea, Jessica Nigri (I made the -_- face as well) dressed like Pikachu is the most relevant picture I could find, but #LEGO!

So I was lurking on FB today and I saw some girl send something to her brother, and it was quite interesting. It was a link to the site goodreads.com and it was a post by a user Brandon Daley. Interesting enough it's a rap/poem using the 151 original pokemon as sexual innuendos. He didn't actually step in and post this but I made it copy-pasta. But yeah shoutouts again to Brandon, and here's his post so enjoy:

The Birds and the Beedrills
So I got this girl in the sex nid-arena
Getting ready to put my Poke-flue in between her.
First I take it slow bro, you know, play it Tentacool
When I Poliwag my Weedle oh how it makes her drool
I’m hard as a rock, and this girl seems hooked on onix
Cause she puts her Meowth on my Pidgey and takes it like a bong hit
Then she’s starting to Machoke, which isn’t very cool
I don’t want to risk the Chance, see, of being Tentacruel
With the greatest swiftness, I slide off her Kabutop
And make her great paras come unleashed and drop
She’s seaking to be drilled, while I’m hoping she’s infertile
Playing with those jigglypuffs, trying veno-not to Squirtle
I Exegcute that foreplay, and now I’m ready to Cubone
Trying to finish quickly before her Mr. Mime gets home
But she stops before I can start the Manky Panky
And Says “Since I had to Staryu, you have to Starmie”
So since she did me, I guess I have to Ditto
I get down on my knees and pone-eat a Pidgetto
Give her a Slowpoke before I dive into that girl
And attack her cloyster with a full polywhirl
I Lickitung her Lapras, tasting on that Magicarp-et
Hoping she’s not Krabby, that’d be gastly and would make my heart sick
Yes that Persian rug was clef-hairy, but I didn’t really mind
Since I could ring the Victory bell, I was getting some behind
Down there for so long, I came up Koffing and Wheezing
I got her seel of approval though, cause she’s Growlith-ing and breathing
Wanting to gravel her, feeling so sand-shrewd
Give her an electabuzz with my spear-oh too
I’d tell you her name, but don’t think she’s a whore, see?
Not to many get her rapidash, tonight she’s just rhyhorn-y,
So I start Rhydon like the Machamp, feel like I could roar
Going so hard that I probably made her ivy sore
She wanted my Arbok so I gave her gear a dose
Going so hard that her Mew almost tauros
Inside that butterfree, feeling like a charmelon bucks
Constantly Jolteon her from the power of my Psyduck
Now I must have gone and jinxed it, somewhere in the equation
Cause she started getting drowzee during the copulation
I didn’t even notice, I kept going at her Golbat
But then something seemed Oddish when I she started to snorelax
I tried to wake her up, zu-but she was pory-gone
And she’d have to be awake before I’d get my flare on.
Of course I felt gloom, I thought I had been charming’ her
And now I can’t Grime her voltorb or I’ll be harming her
My Dewgong can’t Muk, and if he does it’d be rude
But this is still better then the time I brought home a Geodude
With my pants down and my bell sprouted, I feel I got to doduo
So I Maro-walked into the bathroom, and when I leave, what do I view?
That my girl’s awake again-gar, which seems kind of farfetched
And provoked some Poliwrath at the thought that she fake-slept
I asked her what was wrong, does she not like it when I pinsir?
And she responded with, “Calm down a second, Spencer.
If you think your sex is good, your wrong, if you think your hip, no,
The only thing you’re good at is Nintendo.”
I love this girl a magneton, and hearing that was wiggly tough.
The eevee-ning had started well, but now was turning rough
Told her “Wait a parasect, please stay the omanyte,
You’re my goldeen girl, and if you leave I magne-might
E-raticate my life, cause you are my pharaoh!
It’s to early in the night to give me the kabuto!”
And she says, “Way back when, when I first took a peek at you.
I thought you were kind of cute and that you’d want my mew too.
I felt electrodes in the air when I saw you and you saw me
But that was before I knew your Diglett was so Dragtini!”
I didn’t know the size of my Dodrio mattered, and my god,
Here I thought we were like two Caterpies in a Metapod
I hope the memories of me haunt her, I hope she never leaves her shellder
“I hope you see dra light soon,” I go and I tell her.
“I know you think your hot shit, but I’m actually exegg-cuter.
I’m the omastar, the Kingler, I can find another suitor.
I’m sorry about the time I gave you Wartortles and blisters
Or when I suggested a dugtrio with your sister.
But if you still want go, I won’t beg like our canine.
Golduck with your life, I’m having a Blastoise with mine.”
And that night, Misty left me, I felt so vileplume
I reckons that dragon night was the beginning of the doom
But I guess men are from Magmars women from Venusaur
And every thing tangelable, there’s a reason for
I learned this the next week, when bad news filled the dragonair
My heart got machopped in half like a scyther giving it a tear
A phone call from her mother told me a kakuna in her head
Had attached to her vulpix, and now Misty was dead.
I thought it was a cle-fable that those things were hitmon-lethal
I had heard eight or ninetales about gol-them from different people
But I still couldn’t believe it, I started weepin, belting out tears
Cuts and slashes vaporeonizing all of our years
It was like Riach-uno, Zap-dos, Mol-tres, and she’s gone
And I can’t abra kadabra with some magic wand
No alacazam and she reappears, I feel like a primeape
They could have caught the growth but the Kangascans came back to late
I pidgey-ought to have known better, but the news was quite charz-hard
My heart felt bulba-sore, was permanently scarred
She was my Nidoqueen, I should not have nido-ran
I wanted to be her Nidoking, but I felt more like a hitman-chan
If I hadn’t nidoran, would she still be with us?
Or is my poke-love just to damn venomoth?
Insides numb like the artic, you know that feeling
A gun ratatta-ed my heart and I’m just waiting for the healing
But I don’t regret getting hit with cupid’s arrow-dact-all
Relationships are like pokemon, you gotta catch em’ all.

Nidarino.

So saw Prime Time's kids hop on it, and Lil B's instructional video (well fragments cause that ish was way too long.) But yea I hoped on it real quick. Letting y'all know I ain't dead, just got caught up in summer school work. And as Young Money affiliates would say "It's free Weezy, till they free Weezy!"

So in case you haven't been on World Star Hip Hop or Media Takeout in the last couple of weeks, you probably know nothing about this Lil Kim vs. Nicki Minaj beef. This beef all started over Kim's attempt to regain relevance in the music world, by coming at Nicki Minaj and asking her to pay respect to swag Kim originated. Both NY female rappers contribute a similar style to the rap game in just straight raunchy and nasty lyrics with an unlimited amount of sex appeal. What makes this even more entertaining to me is that each has brought in outside parties to help their cause. Now Nicki is backed by possible Illuminati Canadian rap phenom Drake. Now since Kim's been in the game awhile yo figure she'll have somebody like Diddy (who's trying to put Nicki in Cassie's old spot smh), but actually he's on Harajuku Barbie's side too so who does that leave for Kim... Ray J (-_- we're all making the same face). But yes Brandi's little brother is backing Kim. If you head over to WSHH or MTO you can see plenty of ON camera remarks made by both parties.

Going back to Diddy, while we're on the beef scene, he is currently beefing with fellow Hip-Hop cash king Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson. 50 lost a lot of weight then gained some of it back, but this diet alteration went to his head. He dissed Diddy and his G-Unit counterpart Tony Yayo. Now I can't remember a time when 50 didn't have beef with someone, but Diddy is feeding right into 50's ploy to get his name back out there again. I think that 50's just a little salty over Diddy regaining the #2 spot amongst rappers on Forbes list knocking 50 down to the #3 (stats accurate as of 2009).

In regards to the Nicki v. Kim debate, what I think we have here is a clear case of a misunderstanding. Nicki was paying homage to Kim back before she blew up the BET award winning artist, but now that she's fire, Kim wants that same respect she used to get from Nicki, but as Nicki is trying to say, she paid her dues to Kim and no longer needs to. Look at early Nicki Minaj's image. It just screamed Lil' Kim, but the new "Household Name Nicki" is the odd, quirky, wig wearing Harajuku Barbie that Kim never was. To add insult to injury Kim's now "former" tour manager D-Roc is currently working with Nicki Minaj! Yes that's legit betrayal! Kim did a stint in prison because she lied to protect this man, and he just up and bounces on her for a seemingly younger version of her?! Kim should call up some of those Junior M.A.F.I.A. connects and leave this nija "face down in the f***ing ocean" (Wayne lyric, only seemed fitting).

MY VERDICT:
Kim, this Nicki beef ain't worth it, especially if all you got backing you is Ray J. You two should team-up and kill the game. If that can't happen, pick-up 50 to your side so at least y'all can have an even WWE style 3-man Tag Team match. Plus Kim will always be relevant simply through her ties to Biggie. And most of all... gotta post a Kim pick, only fitting so enjoy!

Yea you heard it right here... well MediaTakeout got it first but I'm re-posting the story. NBA controversy star Kenyon Martin had chick's lip print tatted on his neck, but that didn't stop him from breaking it off with the female rap superstar. Trina was self dubbed the "Baddest Bitch" in the game, but maybe K-Mart took a second thought about his future wife's extensive... and when I say extensive I mean EXTENSIVE track record. Peep the newly less tatted former al-star below

Guess niggas started clowing him too much. Trina "claims" this break-up came out of no where but there can only be so much truth in that rumor.

FUN FACTS:
Kenyon Martin was the last college senior drafted number 1 overall in the NBA draft back in 2000. He was consensus natural player of the year back in his Cincinnati days.
Trina won a Source Award for best remix on the "Right Thurr" remix

J. Cole approved and even made a song after the event. You wanna here it here it goes:


Start Time:
Saturday, July 3, 2010 at 10:00pm
End Time:
Sunday, July 4, 2010 at 3:00am
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Diddy's bff Cassie

So my homies Andre, N1ck@N1te (great lyricist here's a link to his mixtape) and I were chillin at Mama Dip's the other day, which is quite over priced for mediocre chicken but that's another story, and we hit the topic of "friends with benefits." We were all in agreement that if females "getta itchin" then the best people to scratch with are their guy friends. Better a good friend that'll respect you and be cool with you later than some random nigga. I can name so many girls that get to fiendin for the D who let themselves go out and get smashed by randys, espcially if he's a baller or greek (go read the Regular's post). Girls don't get all defensive because we go out and get it in with random chicks because we so lust to do so. Why don't we both cut out the middle equation and just make ends meet? Some might think that it ruins a friendship but I feel it's just the opposite. I think that a healthy sexual relationship with a good friend can strengthen your friendship.

Look at the queen of terrible red carpet decisions shown above. Cassie has developed a strong musical career as well as friendship through her business partner Diddy. Sure some say she's just a jump-off but look at how good of a friendship her and Diddy have. They are the BEST of friends. This might be a bad example but it illustrates a prime point I'm trying to make. If Diddy & Cassie weren't "friends with benefits" then we probably would have never even heard of Cassie. Their sexual relationship is one of the key things keeping their friendship together.

My Verdict:
Fuck friends... plain and simple. Won't destroy your friendship if you don't get attached, and if you do get attached it could lead to bigger and better things like a partner relationship or even a marriage. So, I hate to be vulgar but, FUCK friends.

PS
Mario explains better than I do

Onika Tanya Maraj... does she really need an intro?

So last night the 10th Annual BET Awards graced the television sets of blacks all over the nation. We laughed, we cried, we cheered but all we had a good time enjoying the festivities. The show always goes in the same order every year. There's a 106&Park pre-show with up and coming artists who weren't "good" enough to make it in this year. Then the show starts at 8 PM Eastern Standard Time(or 8:13 CPT) and some big name artists trying to get back into the spotlight opens up on the main stage followed by a introduction of the host. Then there's about 1 hour of full throttle entertainment followed by a more relaxed feel leading to the gospel section which hits somewhere around the hour and a half mark. After the gospel section there's a few performances including 1 from a washed up artist who someone felt it would be a good idea to put back in the spotlight, before they give the lifetime achievement award to the REAL artist from yester-year who never saw any of their videos on BET. They bring out some budding stars and another washed-up oldie to perform some the lifetime achievement winner's best hits, before they give you the video of the year award and rap up the show afterwards.

This year Queen Latifah hosted, Kanye opened, women were throwing their panties at Tyreese on stage just moments before the gospel section, El Debarge performed a medley, Prince got the Lifetime Achievement Award, and Pattie Labelle donned the stage to perform "Purple Rain." All in all last night's award show just as good as the other 9, as the mediocrity continued. I have always felt the BET teeter-totted on the line between positive black representation and robust coonery, but that's just me. I'm sure plenty of the people who saw were talking at the water cooler today (or tweeting last night) about Nicki's 4 different looks and 3 different wigs, or Chris Brown's breakdown during his Michael Jackson tribute, or even the ratchetness of Alicia Keys & the "Own Her Own Ex-Starlet" by kicking off there shoes and tearing the house down during the Prince tribute. Others will be speculating as to why Beyonce wasn't there, why Trey Songz gave such a sub-par performance, and who told Chico Debarge he could do multiple songs.

My VERDICT:
Was last night's BET Awards a night to remember... no, but the show will go on and I will continue to watch. BET can never convert to the ideal model of positivity for the black race, because it would never function successfully that way society will not allow it. With that being said, though I think of the BET Awards as somewhat of the Negro Olympics I was never the less entertained by the combination of talent and ignorance.

Y'all knew I had to touch the subject, and no I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em (word to Khalifa). The posted model is Kelis who is hitting up self proclaimed "God's Son" Nas for somewhere around 55k a month in child support. Now I highly doubt that their son Knight really needs that much to function off of, and Kelis is also a Grammy Award nominee so I doubt her pockets are really hurting. I also think Kelis must have been Elin Nordegren's divorce consultant inspiring her to hit Tiger up for somewhere in the $750 million range. Kelis could have only learned from her predecessors K-Fed and Robin Givens. What I'm saying is that this trend has been around for the longest and probably won't stop anytime soon. These are just some Hollywood names that came to mind over the subject but it happens at much smaller levels as well, and more specifically the college scene.

There's always gonna be those mothers that tell their daughters to go out and hook themselves a baller or a future doctor/lawyer/someone posed to make at least 6 figures. These females then proceed to treat the non-Greek and non D1 athlete like shit. These skeezers have even go so far as to develop the term "Regular" which refers to those without letters on their back or future big time contracts to sign. When I first heard the term and what it meant, I was beyond heated. I thought to myself who is she to judge me by my impeding future. Call me jealous, call me bitter, call me wack, but call me a "Regular" and I'm gone spazz. FYI to all the gold diggers out there karma is a bitch and your day will come. When the meal ticket you were counting on drops you for a superior gold digger, it's almost like a process to weed out the bad ones. And these bad gold diggers simply evolve into bitter old biddies.

VERDICT:
1. Don't use that "Regular" shit, it is NOT ok.
2. Though nobody likes a gold digger, can't get rid of them because our society is so superficial
3.Real Talk... that "Regular" shit ain't cool.

Shout outs to Tyra Banks the Queen. Your talk show will be missed, but your image and status will always hold the top spot in my book. Anyways continuing to the topic at hand...
So the other day I was sitting in class looking around the room for something to occupy my attention as my professor gave a demonstration that I just didn't care for. As I searched a little cutie happened to catch my attention. I feel she might have been embarrassed had she known I saw her but, she was just digging out a wedgie in her dress. Take this how you want it, but I found this kinda sexy, which got me thinking about all the little things that women do that may seem odd or quirky to some yet others find it mad sexy. Like take Tyra (look above) for example. Sure some think she's super conceited but I find this trait very attractive in women. Another quirk is her constant outbursts and attempts to be funny on the Tyra Show or ANTM (step your accronym game up) and she always comes off as seductive but that's just me.

Now I know I got a few right now thinking "this nigga just horny, he need some ass," but in my defense every woman has some act or gesture that they do on a regular basis that just exudes sex appeal and they may not even realize it. Sometimes it's as simple as re-adjusting your position in a chair to get comfortable or even the little face you make when you're thinking hard. What I'm trying to say is that every girl's got it, and sometimes its that much sexier when you don't know about it. So every girl can just as sexy as she wants to be and I can tell...
♫ The way you do the things you do ♫ (Big ups to the Temptations aka the greatest male vocal group of all times.)

So I was lurking around MTO the other day, and I came across this pic. Apparently Kanye gave the ol' Svedka Vodka robot lookin' chick the boot after their much publicized relationship. How do you replace Kanye as your meal ticket? Pick up some ol' female lookin ass nigga like this, and as a matter of fact, this nigga might be a female. All that damn make-up and those feminine eyes just look at the close up for yourself:



Seeing as to how her new love interest ain't Mr. 808s & Heartbreak himself, she definitely downgraded. She been riding this hot wave of success for a minute while she was on Kanye's arm, even taking a little heat the night he gave Taylor Swift the George Bush/Mike Myers treatment. I doubt she'll hook another rap MVP like Kanye sho her 15sec of fame is coming to an end, but she did get some nice exposure and few rap references to show for it.

My verdict on Amber's future: thought being a model is a lucrative career, w/ her body she probably won't make high fashion (she's 36-28-38 aka Video Vixen size), so she'll end up doing men's magazines, a few videos (oh look Nicki Minaj's "Massive Attack"), and eventually back to the pole she'll go.

That's right. So get ready as no subject goes untouched, no ignorant acts go unnoticed, insane links pile up, and I hit you w/ pictures of some the baddest females in the game.

You see the picture above? That homely lookin chick on the right is January Gessert a waitress at Sagebrush Cantina, a sports bar in Calabasas, California. Reggie Bush prepare to get a big fat ol' C'MONSON FUCK OUTTA HERE WIT THAT BULLSHIT from Mr. Ed Lover when catches wind of this (I linked Ed's page so if you haven't caught the reference to the phenomena you can now hop on). You dropped Kim Kardashian, because of this homely lookin skeezer?! This pic was taken the day before Reggie broke up with Kim via text. Dawg, I know Kim is nearing 30 and you're riding a hot wave right now but why some female who has the same name as the first month of the year? Is you tryna follow in Tiger's footsteps and hook-up with as many mediocre to ugly chicks as possible? Anyway this pic was snapped around 7am Friday March 19th, as Reggie walked to her car after a night of partying with him and her co-worker (guess she had to go to work judging by the apron in her hand). Reggie Bush, just... just... #dobetter smh!

For everyone that doesn't know there is a new Hip-Hop super escort out there and her name is Kat Stacks. She's pictured above in a glamorous pose for her upcoming novel. I hyperlinked her blog to her name so you can read her posts and watch her videos and hopefully be as entertained as I was. If you're lazy and don't wanna roll over to it here's the background. So chick's from down in the 305 MIA area, and she's essentially an escort for hire. She's had a few problems with her baby daddy and abuse and rape and various other truamatizing situations yet she's pulled her act together to turn into the sex vixen that she is. According to her she's been with Aaron Carter, Nelly, Young Berg, Bow Wow, and the entire line-up of Young Money just to name a few. She claims what most chicks say when they got a problem with somebody in "Niggas ain't shit" and puts a number of these dudes down on their "size." Anyway after these allegations and her so-called "exposure" of these niggas, she claims that they paid Joe Budden to hack her twitter account and Jae Millz was her first friend on the hacked acount. In her retalition she threw out all these dude's phone numbers online, so guess who's gettin spammed?! Anyway they still beefin' via, the ultimate place to air out dirty laundry, twitter (you can follow me by clicking on the bird!). Anyway the story hasn't developed anymore yet but be on the look her for movies and books which are slated to drop sometime soon.

Does anyone remember when the kids choice awards was geared for.. KIDS?! I do, but the Princess of Pop herself Rihanna has taken Nickelodeon to a much more mature level. Now she may have hit the red carpet (excuse me orange in Nick's case) in a, as the YBF put it, school girl inspired cutesy look with Christian Dior sheer ankle socks and some beige Brian Atwood pumps. This little girl outfit was soon shed for a typical Rihanna sexy stunna-fit and performed a melody that started with a Jeezy-less version of "Hard" ended with a played out "Please Don't Stop the Music" but had a taste of "Rude Boy" in the middle with my two favorite robots. Now you remember those robots that skeeted on her on tour, well they didn't go that far here on Nickelodeon but Rih Rih did her hit single anyway. Yeah, yeah, they keep saying "it was edited" but she changed "can you get it up" to "is my love enough" but that don't make the song any more clean. The next line being are you big enough, then telling the audience to "take it" was way to TV-14 for those kids. I would've expected this from BET but not Nickelodeon. Granted I'm a down ass Rihanna fan, and I actually liked the Rude Boy video (did you see her in the stripes on the Zebra!) but I think Nickelodeon viewers just "weren't big enough" nor could they "take it."

Yes the rumors are true, Kim Kardashian has split with superstar back-up athlete Reggie Bush. The reported that their split was a "mutual" decision and not one pretty person kicking another pretty person to the curb. Kim's been chillin' down in MIA with her sisters filming that show with all the people aren't really famous for anything except their deceased father (Robert) being OJ's lawyer, their new father Bruce Jenner having a some kinda gold metal, a mother (Kris) who posed nude, and a middle sister (the beauty with a booty above) making a sex tape with Ray J. While Kim was tearing up SOBE, Reggie was up in NYC tearing up the club scene like the professional athlete he is. Reggie's Saints won the super bowl in an upset win over the Indianapolis Colts, which marked the Saints' first super bowl victory ever as well as the last time Reggie & Kim were together (with the exception of that Costa Rican vaction, but you know how it goes).

Anyway Reggie's brother confirmed the break-up via twitter (and well all know how serious twitter is). Reggie was also seen recently fleeing one of those high class NYC boutiques with a female not named "Kim Kardashian" when he was spotted by the paparazzi. They asked him where Kim was, he ain't know. Then they asked about his relationship status and he said that's enough questions (I mean really, go check facebook gaiz)!

Kim has been rumored to be dating some rich soccer player now, and no he's not "one of us" in case you were wondering, which grows to conflict with the age old saying "Once you go black you never go back!" She must have not have slept with him yet, either that or Reggie wasn't very impressive but if he was, this dude's got to have some pretty deep pockets.

Yeah Lauren London, she bad and all that, but now to the knowledge. I have started to realize from the various events that have occurred in last 30 hours coupled with those that have been continuing a trend for just over two weeks now that niggas just don't know. What I mean by this is that so many people today believe in something or fight for something just because someone else tells them to do so, and not because it is something that they actually believe in. This holds very true in the system of commradery for the black race, and YEAH I said it. It's this mob-like animalisitic behavior and mentality that perputate the world's negative view upon the black race.

I'm not saying that this is the sole cause of these slanted views towards "black folks" but it does play a large role in the situation. If you're still wondering what I mean by commradery system here's an example:
You say something to my friend that is derrogatory or disrepsectful. Now because I am told by so-called friends that we must stand-up for one another, I am expected to dislike said person just because my friend or comrade does not like them. I contribute to the "getting even" or "teach this nigga a lesson" idea behind the matter, without knowing every detail, and I may even lead the charge in revenge attempts.

In the case of the example above what I call "sticking up for my friend" and being a quote un-quote Real Nigga, is simply uncalled for. As much as we like to think and try to help out our friends, the only person that can look out for you is you. You have to fight your own battles, and believe in what you choose not just what is expected. What if, in the case of the above scenario, I got seriously injured just for sticking up for my friend. Because I put my head in the line of fire by fighting a battle that I did not need to fight. Because I believed in my nigga instead of in myself.

Now if you yourself believe in fighting for your friends, or joining your friends in fights that don't concern you, then, as ignorant of a mentality it may be in opinion, are very well in your own right able to do so. This may make you feel good, but who really wins in the situation. You continuously increase your chances of harm to yourself by fighting for others and could possibly lose your life. Your friend grows to rely on always having someone there to help him fight his battles, and the person being terrorized by you all will eventually be pushed to the limit of doing something drastic in response to the situation. In my honest opinion the risks are not worth the fight, but hey niggas do it anyway. We fight in groups envious of one another never wanting let each other succeed. It's a sad reality to face, but what can we do about it? A nigga is, as a nigga does.

Apparently Mr. O Lets Do It himself is now incarcerated much like his fellow 1017 Brick Squad member Gucci Mane. Juaquin James Malphurs (yeah that's his government!) was arrested for get this: violating his parole by leaving the state. Apparently Flocka was arrested in the past for possession of a sawed off shotgun. Flames violated his parole when he left the state. It's weird that he's blown up so quickly yet no one noticed that he'd left the state. I remember seeing him on BET back in October, yet he just got caught her in March. Anyway Waka will be held without bail at the Houston County Jail in a few weeks. Fortunately for him his song "O Lets Do It" is moving up the charts rather quickly. Anyway I hate to say that I have taken a break from the beautiful models associated with my blog to post this meme generator of some dumb nigga, but his ignorant lyrics amuses me, hence my support.

So first day back from Spring Break was just like I thought it would. Pretty laid back with not much going on. The floors in Lenoir were buffed which made them look wet, and many people thought that. I ate lunch as usual with various members of FEBMN and some associates. This morning I woke up early to go tutor at Grey Culbreth because I had to make a day. I thought they were out for a snow day, but they weren't so I just fucked up. Anyway tutored helped some little multiply and learn science then changed so back to lunch. We talked about random shit like always. I went to class, did my work, and now to where I'm at now. So I was walking through the pit, I see this one nigga, and knows he's associated with another nigga that wants to fight me, so I assume he's there and may have been. As I was walking through the pit with my Ipod bumping some calming music, I hear so niggardly calls of "Ayo Vic" "thevipstation" "Vic Perry" and probably some derogatory comments. I continue to walk through the Student Union ignoring them. The problem is that I don't know if it was them or not. I am going to assume because usually my ears don't fail me when it comes to my name. But here in arises a problem I've had sense dude started beefin' with me. The reason the ordeal started was because I called 3 dudes swagger jackers over twitter when I was tipsy. Granted alcohol is not an excuse for any action, I have been recently informed that these three individuals are his friends. He saw my tweet and proceed to attack my character/persona via twitter. Now I'm gonna let you all think about this for a second. Now you may be like me and think: "Really? Swagger Jacker is that big of derogatory comment?" or you could be like some people and ask "WTF is a Swagger Jacker?" But most of you will probably harness your inner negro and say "Nigga called him out, you must pay what you owe!" Regardless dude kept going in on me trying to make a trending topic on twitter calling me everything under the sun from "Vin Diesel look-a-like" to "swaggless monkey" to even the ever so popular "homo." I have conversed with various mutual affiliates in said unknown beef (because we don't know each other) and all of them insisted on being the bigger man, and just let him huff and puff until he gets tired, and mind moves on to other things.

I feel that the niggerish instigators are the main problem here. With his ego being backed by those who don't even know the situation, but just want to see a fight ensue because they have nothing better to do with their lives. Though the words of wisdom from my friends and the little "O:)"(that's an angel in facebook chat, without the parentheses of course) on my shoulder are telling me to be more mature than a 20 year old grown man, the inner nigga in me is quoting Charlie Murphy in that Dave Chappelle skit "Yo let's stomp this muthafucka out right now!" After careful consideration I have chosen to go with my friends because taking good advice and being intimidated my the ignorant is much better where I'm at than it would be serving time in the pen. Really think about this, because I'm about to something I rarely do and drop some words of knowledge on y'all. If we do "fight" then what? One of us wins, one of loses so what? Neither of us is going to live it down. He loses, he probably comes back again with more friends, tries to jump me, gets a weapon, seriously threatens my life or something to that degree. If I lose, then I'm turning this mug into VA Tech all over again. So you can clearly see this shit isn't worth it. I've chosen to squash shit, because I've never said anything to dude in the first place, and he's chosen to do whatever. I do ask for your input as readers if you have a stance on the subject. Any feedback is welcome regardless of fucking stupid some people are going to be in their posts.

So I figured I could give the blogosphere another post to read up on, so here's my week!
Monday
I was so fucking lazy! I woke up at like 10am and played XBOX360 til dark. My system and I got some quality time together, having fun with NBA2k10. I continued my little "my player" mode which is where you make a person and try and make it in the league. Don't try and front either thinking I made a superstar athlete, but no, my nigga suck and he gotta guard good ass people. How the fuck is a 45 overall point guard supposed to defend fucking Derick Rose and Chris Paul. Shit's redic, but still pretty fun. I headed out to the Target strip mall of Wilson, which is really just target and a bunch of random ass stores to search for some fresh kicks, but ain't find no good ones in my size (13 is apparently the most sold-out-of size next to 12). Anyway don't buy anything go home, and watch some TV, crank up that Facebook Chat and go to sleep.

Tuesday
I woke and did some shit that I don't remember but I hope it was legal. No, I'm sure it was legal. I head out at like close to sun down to get some Taco Bell, and buy some hoodies cause that's how I do it. I bought an orange one and a white one then went back home. I changed clothes and hit up the Western Sizzler for diner with the Parentals. It was the first time I'd went out to diner with parents in quite a while so it was like long overdue. We talked about the same stuff we always talk about college. We get home they watch American Idol and some other stuff. I follow up with some facebook chat and TV as usual as I fall asleep watching "short circuit."

Orangeday
I wake up at like 10am and finish watching "Short Circuit." I follow that up with "Little Shop of Horrors," from which I realize that "Family Guy" ripped the scene where Herbert dreams about a family with him and Chris. After some moviedom and facebook chat I crank up that new outfit I planned yeah that's right Orange hoodie, LRG shorts w/ orange accents, and some Orange+yellow+gray ice creams, I was swaggin on the world! I hit up Bojangles for lunch, good shit! While there I saw some girl who I used to not really "stalk" but pay a lot of attention to. She had no fucking idea who I was?! How do you give someone a rose after their dance recital look them in the eye, take it, and not know who the hell I am? You have been annexed from my list of dimes. I didn't let this damper my day, so I hit up Rocky Mount later and chilled with AJ. We made fun of some pedophile who I'm sure was about to have sex with an underaged girl behind the video game store, but whatever. Went to Burger King b/c i was inspired by a facebook chattee the previous night and coped a whopper combo & a double cheese burger. Some dude rolled in lookin like OJ Da Juiceman! We lol'd. Anyway we left BK and hit up David's house. He wasn't home but his family was including his fighting turtles, 1 fun loving dog, and 1 fucking crazy dog. David came home with wrist he hurt in a basketball game. We shot the shit till about 2:30am with David downing a few beers after his parents went to sleep. As I left I saw a cop, and realized that there was a fucking horror movie fog outside. I start driving home but took the wrong road, and ended up driving in that shit for like an hour. Nashville is 20min from Wilson, it took me 55min to get home problem? YEP! I somehow managed to navigate my way through it after quite a number of scares. My GPS gave me that "Your Fucked" message once again when I tried it so I'm bout to scrap that shit. I made it home, facebook chatted whoever was online and went to sleep.

Thursday
So I woke up at like 12:30pm then head to the Roc City around 3;30 b/c we were gonna hit up G-Ville. I get to Damien's house, he drives me to Game On where the fucking pedophiles lurk (yeah same place from the night before). We pick up AJ and some crack head lookin nigga named Sheldon there. We head to G-Ville, buggin out random people and traffic then get to G-Ville. We eat at some Mexican restaurant with some dank ass food, I mean shit was GOOD! We hit up some place called Mind Games, chill for a min, none of us top, but Damien does make about $120 cash from some random Asian brothers. We leave there and head to cookout in that same fucking Return from the Living Dead fog form the night before. We make it back to Rocky Mount and eat Cook-Out. Then head back to Damien's for a min, before I romp back to the Wide-A-Wake. I facebook chat and TV till I dose-off.

Friday
I wake up and watch TV like everyday. I chill out and make a mix CD on itunes. I get dressed for a good night b/c I had that Black Eyed Peas song in my head earlier. I head to food lion to cash in some change get $15, steal some cash from candy I was selling like 2 years ago but never turned in yet I'm pretty sure they charged me for it at some point in high school. I go to the barber shop and wait 2hrs for a 10min edge up. I was bout to get my "legal" homie to cop me some live potion for when I head back to the Hill, yet he had to go to dinner before I left the barber shop. I head out to US Cellular afterwards to check on my contract, but the upitty negro working there informs me that my mother has to be there with a valid drivers license because she's the only one listed on the account. I had to wait like 20min for my mom to head out there and find out that I still got 16 days left... FUCK! I leave head to the mall for some quick shopping waiting on my text replies from people that never came. Then go to blockbuster and drop my phone in a puddle trying to converse with some guy who only speaks Spanish but needed money to get back to Greenville because his car was out of gas. I felt bad and gave him $6 of my stolen money because it was stolen or maybe not stolen idk. I rent precious go buy a Chocolate Xtreme blizzard from DQ cause its Xtreme, I'm extreme seems like good fucking combination. Head off on home to watch Precious and rice down my phone b/c that's what my facebook friends told me to do. Then I facebook chatted again and didn't do shit.

Saturday
Hasn't been here long, so I just typed a blog post and here I am!

So I had planned on updating my blog like everyday of spring break, remember what I said in my last post, yeah about that... it's almost 9 on Friday night so that ish didn't work out. So I'll just tell eveyrone about my break since I got out. So my pops (I don't even use that term but for the sake of typing I said it) picked me up after my Thursday night out. I slept about 4 hours before waking up to a text asking for a ride home. We drive back to Wilson Friday afternoon as I skipped all my classes which isn't good for anyone in my circumstances. I chill at home for a min unpack a big bag to pack a little bag, add some new tracks to my ipod, and head off to G-boro to deal with a work conference. I drive to G-Boro gps on my Rumor works fine all the way there, miss 1 turn 1 block from the Hotel and I catch that "your fucked" message, but your's might say "GPS cannot locate signal." To add insult to injury my phone died I stopped to charge it outside a gas station and had boss come pick me up. I get found by my boss & co-workers and we head to Carabas for diner. There's a basketball team there, my boss thought it was Maryland, but obviously they weren't talk enough or black enough (no racism intended but there was only 2 black players and no grevais vasquez). Any way hook up w/ a friend from the HIll and go see Alice In Wonderland. My favorite part was the fuderwhacking it went straight HAMsandwich out that mug. We then rode around downtown Greensboro and went to Cook-Out before I dropped her off at her house. Initially finding the house was fucking hard because my GPS was not working so I kept turning around turning a 10min dirve into a 30min drive, but that was getting there. With her navigating it was easy to get back to her house. My hotel was a different story but I made it by like 3:30. After some nigger conversation with my homie AJ i went to sleep around 4:00 and woke up at 5:30 to work.

After a long boring ass event we headed out to Hooters for diner. They guy I was following thought "Victor knows where he's going in a foreign city." I miss the exit and end up driving around downtown G-Boro again only this time semi-lost with AJ & Richard on the car. Richard feel asleep mid-sentence and AJ & I just kept tryna stunt. We found Hooters (eventually) and grubbed. We got the oldest waitress in the building. There was this fine ass, excuse me very attractive, waitress working there. I spent the majority of my meal plotting on how to get her attention only to realize that she works at Hooters so she's probably heard every line in the book and had to deal with every man she's seen tryna get at her all night. Anyway I ain't get at her. We all talked about some random shit at diner like commercials and clowned some niggas that won't there. The non tar heels among our dinner table tried to call some girls at the bar sluts, but they was just dressed up to go out clubbing so I set them clowns strait. It was pretty late at the time so I called my boss back hoping that he'd have our room still available after we told him we might go home that night. He'd just cancelled the room 15min before I called him so we had to head back on 1.5 hours of sleep with me driving. This also curb stomped my other nightly plans with the rest of Greensboro but whatever. I filled up at a shell station giving a homeless beggar the cold shouldered stone faced don't fucking ask me body sign. So he didn't fucking ask me! I head back to Wilson stopping at another gas station for one of my occupants to potty. We resume the road trip only now everybody's drowsy. That drive was very difficult. I feel asleep going 100mph only to wake up to a cop car in front of me so hit the breaks real hard, Richard didn't move, AJ decided to stay awake for the rest of the trip. I stopped in Chapel Hill at yes my 3rd gas station, for a Purple AMP. I thought yeah this'll get me back in 1 piece. AJ put in the "Ham Season" Mixtape by Troop41 who made the John Wall song. SN: I met that group when they appeared on UNC's STV, when I thought I was gonna be on TV but I didn't do music so they wouldn't let me be on the show, yet I sat through the entire live taping. Back to the original story the mixtape didn't even have the "John Wall" track on it, kinda wack shit is that, but it was just meh. They did rap on the Ron Browz - $20 beat which was hilarious. I guess that AMP was old because it didn't help much and I began to zone out once again at 100mph only to realize that my cruise was stuck forcing me to come up behind some car day dreaming and come back to reality as AJ yelled "Ayo Vic, Car car car!" I dodged that ish and kept on trucking. I made it make to Wilson waking Richard up in his drive to his response of "I need to go to the mall." i just lol'd because I actually do lol in real life not just online but he was serious because that's where he'd parked his car. I drive him to his car then drive back to my house. Me and AJ crash there and wake up in the middle of the day on Sunday completely sleeping through breakfast. That night I drove AJ back to Rocky Mount where his car was, and we just chilled at our homie Damien's house. We did some nigga shit while we was there, then I just headed back to Wide-A-Wake to start the second phase of my spring break. I had the week to look forward to. I'll get to the week days in my next post.

With all the request I decided to update my blog again. I'm starting to realize that without constant updates, how am I going to increase my followers. So if you read this please follow, then your friends to follow, and have them tell their friends to follow, and this whole blog can just snowball into a bigger focal point that Waka Flocka's career (shout outs to the man himself, Mr. O Let's Do It is blowin up around the country)! So shit what to talk about...........................................

Ok College ish it is then!
So Saturday before last I was kidnapped and taken to a bomb ass house party. Most people keep saying "it's not kidnapping if you went willingly", but I say it was and this is my blog I was commanded to get into the car, so I was kidnapped imo (in my opinion). While at this party I some great experiences. I met a bunch of new people and had about 3 cups of some dank ass PJ which put exactly where I needed to be if you know what I'm saying. Numerous females dropped that "daddy u cute" line on me, but they won't tryna do nothin' so I won't wit it (The grammar in this last sentence is intended to be that bad). Let me tell you if you didn't already know drunk people are funny as shit. I feel like I lol'd for about 2 straight hours. Between cup 2 and 3 I started reaching that "tryna fuck?" mode. So I dropped a few jokes, had chicks rollin and grabbin on my balls. I was quite disappointed that the three crotch grabs I received didn't go past that, but "On to the NEXT ONE!" The next opportunity that is. Anyway in typical fashion, cops came and shutdown the party causing the contents of the house to empty down the staircase and 50 drunk people running down a staircase is some funny shit, let me tell ya!

After this I walked to [B]Ski's left my coat in my kidnapper's car, where it still is, and proceeded to stay in "Tryna Fuck?" mode. I failed at my conquest yet again, along they way demonstrating my oral sex abilites on my food in, only to stain my 501's with hot sauce don't ask me how? I do remember throwing away my half eaten fries because they got cold, needed salt, and I couldn't use them for my demonstration. I think I drank some lemonade while I was there. It wasn't good, as a matter of fact, I think it gave me the bubble guts so damn you lemonade! Anyway I catch the bus back to O-Ville (Odum Village, not Orgasm Village as I'm sure you all were thinking). On the bus I remember being quite witty. I think I described my alcoholic state as a Drake Mixtape or "So Far Gone." Somehow I managed to seduce a female into sitting on my lap, yet she refused to say goodbye to me! I think I blew in her ear... no I'm 100% sure I blew in her ear and caressed her arm. I probably wouldn't have said goodbye to me either, but she had laid hands on my nuts earlier so I was justified in my actions.

The bus reached what I thought was my stop, but it wasn't so I hoped off and went into my friend's building. I remember trying to fly, outstretching my arms and sprinting down the pathway to the dormitory. A kind sameritin let me in the building and I went to talk to my homies. They were asleep and I said some ruthless comment to the groggy one brave enough to open the door I was banging on. I then stumbled down the hallway and faced one of the most difficult challenges of my life. A spiral staircase vs. A Pretty Intoxicated VIP. I conquered that bitch like a champ! Then walked back to my dorm drunk dialing people. As I was drunk dailing and drunk walking (a double foul) I managed to stop at a crosswalk refusing to J-Walk and trying to appear sober to the cop driving by me. I put on that Victor Ivan Perry (yeah that's my government don't wear it out) Emotionless Stare Down, and he learned his place and drove the fuck off when his light turned green. I walked the rest of the way back to my room continuing to drunk dial my most recent contacts including hanging up on 1 person when they had to potty ( I ain't got time to wait on you to use the bathroom). I called back said ball grabbers 1 of which refusing to answer the other having a random conversation with me. I blew up the bathroom in my apartment and went to sleep.

I woke up at like 10 the next morning giving me only 5 hours of sleep, and still couldn't make my roomate's 1:00 performance because I was still tipsy. I felt bad for my roomate, but I know he curb stomped his performance. Now I sit here a week later telling you of my conquests. Who'd've thought a night that started with watching the "Hurt Locker" (yeah it kicked chests in at the Oscars cause it's a good fucking movie!) and merely going back to my room to change clothes to try and bogard my way into a frat party to which I wasn't invited, would end with me shitting and dailing drunk.
Pros to my night: Getting kidnapped by a guy who when he stopped the car 2 girls ran out screaming, getting my cohones felt up on, and Chapel Mutha' Fuckin' Hill for being so live!
Cons to the night: my coat is still in my kidnapper's car, not getting any play play from the lay-days, and Chapel Mutha' Fuckin' Hill for not letting my niggas roll up to the party with me.

So I raged again! Yeah it's been awhile, but I did. I've done a couple of these but is the 1st one the blog's seen!

So it's been awhile since the last true entry but many a thing has changed in my life. The person who I was rather involved with, for the majority of my college life, and I are no longer an item due to my immaturity. I was not ready for a serious relationship and my hesitation may have lead me to have lost the best thing I've ever had or will have in life. When I think back now on all the time we spent I remember just how great a person she was. She had a great smile, with a cute little sense of humor, and personality to rival the ages. Since our demise I have faced, yet again, constant teasing from my so-called "boyz" who try to tell me that my gloomy ass facebook status updates as well as my sentiments the night of the event (12:00AM Februrary 14, 2010 and yep that's Valentine's Day) were just bullshit actings performances. As one so ever subtly put "Nigga, you think you Denzel now with that lone ass tear? Somebody please give this man an Oscar!" Well yall niggas got jokes, but there was no falsification in my actions. Those were my true feelings. And for the females giving your computer screens that "Oh no he didn't just break up with her on Valentine's Day!!" look to their computer screens slow your role. Two of things I hate to do most in life are to mislead (aka LIE) and embarrass others, so in my mind I was making the right decision. I'd feel guilty talking to other girls while I was with her, hence feeling as though I was misleading her and causing embarrassment.

You know the cartoons where the little angel sits on one shoulder and the little devil sits on the other? I think all dudes have this only the angel represents your heart and the devil represents your mind. My heart was telling me: "Yo dawg stay with this one for real. She's prolly wifey material." But my mind was like: "SON! We need to meet to world before we get serious aiight?!" I rolled with my mind on this one and thinking about it now, I may have made the right decision. I need to get all the ruthlessness out of my system before I can get serious. When I come to terms with who am I as a grown ass established profession man then I can be serious. Until then I'm just gonna be horny single college students, like the majority of most other people. I'm sure there's plenty of females who think like this too so don't talk me up the "Dog" pile just yet. When I come to terms with myself then I'll be ready, and at that time everyone's got a shot, but one in particular more than others. Till then I'll just ponder "How long can she wait?" as I go about my business, because I did care and you alone, well shared with my family, hold the left corner of my heart (because the right side is not as strong.)

Formspring after dark seems like a good topic http://formspring.me/thevipstation

So this the Baltimore Music Club esq, New Jersey Club Scene banger "Hit It to the Beat." This song has been stuck in my head for the last week and I needed to get it out there. I can't wait until I hear this drop at a club party, Imma go ham sandwich in that mug!

So the other day I was riding the bus to class with my homie local artist Optimus Rhymes (FACEBOOK FAN PAGE) and I heard the title statement come rather audibly from the back of the bus. I know many people would be like "da fux" but the speaker actually had a point behind this interjection. The date this event occurred the UNC Kappas had been giving out flowers to so-called "5 Star Chicks" and promoting for their upcoming event "The Kappa Ball." The bus speaker was senior Kappa and up and coming musical artist Dekory Rashad (NEWEST SINGLE Sounds of My Dreams). Anyway the stipulations he gave under the "Your Man Don't Luv U Gurl" comment was true and clear, and without further adoo here they are:

#1 - "If yall's relationship ain't on facebook then Yo Man Don't Luv U Gurl!" This is the main factor in my opinion. Facebook is king of the social networking scene right now with twitter coming up quickly behind it, and myspace falling off to just musicians. I cannot count the number of times people check some one's relationship status only to see that "married to..." or "in a relationship with..." Personally relationships don't matter to me because if I don't know him, nigga don't matta. Yeah I said it, and it's mad ruthless but every dude this way don't let any of them "I'm a respectful feelings and situations sort of nigga" fool you. So to most single or not we are set back, but it's still the fact that it's up there. Your man truly loves you if he's will to tell the world that yall are together and face all of his boys callin him a bitch.

#2 - "If yall man don't shell out $15 dollars for your ticket and take you to the Kappa Ball and take you somewhere all dressed up then, Yo Man Don't Luv U Gurl!" This statment is not just about the Kappa Ball, though it was a clever plug-in. The other aspect of this is A spending money on your female and B taking her out in a nice public setting. Imma take these one at a time. Now with Valentine's Day quickly approaching dudes is gonna start dropping some guap on their females whether trying to make them happy because no one wants to be lonely on Valentine's Day. Now candy and cards are the typical but taking your lady to the Kappa Ball is gonna cost about as much as a nice dinner, and with Christmas just ending and <3 Day approaching, pockets are gonna start to feel it. Think about having to pay not only $15 for her ticket, but another $15 for your ticket, then your gonna get food sometime that night so there's more money your dropping, plus if yall wanna get some party favors going that's even more cash. You could wind up spending close to $100 on the night in the month of January when no one looks to spend cash. Then you gotta think about B where you take your girl out somewhere all dressed up. For most the only places you've seen guys in suits and ties and girls in gowns were Prom, Church, and rarely the occasional formal dinner. It's easy to take a girl somewhere in ballin' clothes or daily duds because you just look like your on a simple date or two friends eating, but to put on some serious threads and take her out, that's saying something. You can't play that off as anything but love.

So what have we learned here today? We learned that love costs, facebook is serious business, and I'm a ruthless dude! Now ladies don't get all hurt by this post and confront your man on some ignorant bull. So what he may not "Luv U Gurl!" but he still cares enough to be with you. If yall kickin it, and he gotta face constant teasin from his boyz about you then guess what your special. You may not be the only one but your special, and that's what's important. He feels strongly enough about you claim you in certain scenarios. Just because he don't "Luv U Gurl!" does mean you can't be a couple. Love is like the strongest emotion there is so, we should all be content with a strong like, and not bitter over no luv.

A topic I have been looking to bring up lately involves a very popular saying among the sex community "Spitters are Quitters!" Let that seep in, and you'll realize that it's about getting your partner to... SWALLOW! Yeah that's right, and this might get a little explict but sometimes things need to be brought up.

My Story
Recently I was fortunate enough to have this experience. I will not name names nor locations but on a rainy night past a young lady entered my bedroom and did not leave until the next afternoon. That night we engaged in playful touching, and she eventually decided to give me the pleasure of oral sex. I offered to her first, but she was very shy and refused. This female had been unsuccessful in getting me to climax in the past marking this as the third time she gave me oral. After some quality work on her part (roughly 20 or more minutes worth) she brought me to my climax, and I very deviously did not alert her as to my current status, but she continued and actually swallowed my semen. I was beyond shocked, because she had hinted that she would in the past, but I didn't believe her think she was as most females are "all talk." Anyway she she swallowed my entire load, and proceeded to inform as to what my semen tasted like. I was in fact quite curious but played it off like I didn't really care. She then tried to kiss me, to which I conveniently dodged her advances for a good couple of minutes, informing her that I wouldn't put my mouth anywhere near hers until she brushed her teeth. Cold, I know, but I don't get down like that. She brushed, we kissed, and then we went to sleep.


The Overview
I feel like my readers may have a few questions. In my opinion, as ruthless as this might sound, the best way to get her (or him for my females, shemales, and cowboys) is to not tell them when it's "coming." That is beyond deceit but it worked for me, and luckily my partner was accepting of my gift. Sometimes you just gotta go for it and maybe it works. I'm leaving this one open for comments, so post your comments or opinions or questions for me and I'll get to them as quickly as I can! Oh yeah and the model above is adult film superstar Lacey Duvalle. Feel free to research her work, she was selected for her particular "skills" on the topic at hand.

The slogan for this year: "Let's Get It In, in 2010!"
As the asses above say Happy New Year to everyone out there. This year I'm gonna be on straight ruthless mode. Mishon may have tried to steal my slogan on BET but mine is noticably different. Don't get it twisted. Keeping you guys posted on the issues in 2010.