September 2004 - Uhmah Park

Garfield. Makes it cool to be fat…. well, not really. but funny. to everybody else… which i guess is kinda whats going on now. so basiclly, what we have is a fat cat… a cat with a personallity and a fuckin eatting problem mind you, this cat can also communicate with the humans on some sub level. so in essense, the Garfield comic strip pokes fun at fat lazy people with a very bad over eating problem.

I cant wait for basketball season to start. and baseball to end.

High Five, Scripted High Fives… is probably one of the lamest things going on in the world today.

sigh… i fear the jheri curl is coming back in style. but will the flat top ever be back?! if so, im slappin niggas hooks with ruthless aggression.

George Bush Answers. From this point on, when i dont want to anwswer a question directly, or just fill like being completely, and openly, full of shit. i will now be giving… what will be refered to as…. George Bush Answers. ill buss and example.
Somebody: hey oj, i heard you be taking shit with the door open. is that true?
Me: well taking a shit with the door open is something that most people dont do. but the door that is open, americas door. is the door that makes us vurnaiable to another attack from al queda. they hate us, and our liberties, and they will stop at nothing to attack us until were all dead.
LOL

KDAY IS BACK YALL!!! Los Angeles residences, should be familar with KDAY, it was the most crackinest radio station EVER! LA Peoples ( over 24, and were allowed to listen to rap at a young age…. you know some of you niggas were super sheltered and “bet not be listening to that bullshit!” ) Rejoyce! KDAY is back on the air…. 93.5 FM, it goes down! they are playing all the old shit from way back… mixed in with everything inbetween then and now. Commercial free! ( who knows how long that will last tho? ) i heard slam by onyx on that shit earlier. I remember, when i was either in kindergarden or the 1st grade. i got my mom to buy me a lunch pal that had a lil radio and a speaker in it. and i was listen to KDAY during breaks and lunch, when i wasnt playing and running around like the little ghetto child i was at the time. it was great. my friends who couldnt listen to rap, used to want me to play that shit every chance it cracked. I went to Ingelwood Christain School, on La Brea. and alot of my friends wasnt allowed to listen to rap. i guess my parents were liberal or somethin lol. but i was responsible for contaminating many young ears lol.

Yes! i used to go to a Christain School when i was little. Kindergarden thru the 3rd grade. sigh, i still remember my first day there. anyway…i know thats hard for some people, that know me, to swallow. but its the truth. its a great school. id send my own kids there………. if i lived in ingelwood….. or anywhere that wasnt 25 miles away from ingelwood. or if i was a christain. but hey, dah well! lol. ( oh yea… and no i dont have kids )
So OJ, if you went to a christain school when you were little. how the fuck did you turn out like you did?? Well, the answer is simple. Weapons of mass destruction has lead us to the point we’re at. and me and my administration are determine to void that threat.

Damn, thinking back on Ingelwood Christain School. i remember when my family up and moved form 53rd Street and Hoover…. all the way to Fontana. a good hour away from LA. i went from going to a school where… id only see like 6 white people a week. the secratary, the girl in my class, her sister, they mamma that used to work there, and a two teachers. thas it… white people were not apart of my life really at all when i was little. then 1988 hit. and i moved. and now, all of a sudden im SURROUNDED by white people!!! it was fuckin culture shock like a sumbitch. Me, litterarly straight from the hood. and then all these white people… people i had no experince with. at all. all i knew before were black people and mexicans. and that was it. Needless to say, it took some time to adjust. sigh, it was some shit for a 9 year old to go thru. black people and mexicans far as the eyes can see. then next fall, youre living on the same street as kkk members and all kinda bigots and what have you, and there is only 2 black people in your whole class.. AND YOU ONE OF EM! everybody look like you, then the next school year, dont nobody look like you. it sucked! shit has been like that for me every since then tho. except for when i go to atlanta. then i feel like im getting one long big negro hug! lol its great. lol

Speaking of White people though. im sure some people have heard of what went down on the apperentace the other day. Stacie J got booted off. Why? well… firstly, what had happen was ( lol i said it )… two of the pinkhoes in her group blew thier lil mission, they went 10% over the budget they were alotted. and well, they lost the mission. somebody had to get fired from thier group. ok fine. now honestly… i only saw bits and peices of the show up until the end. and from what i can tell… as what was stated, the two pinkhoes blew it and they were the reason they went over budget. one was the leader and she sucked. one was responsible for the money, but she was a bumb bitch. not to mention what they did to get the mission completed, was fuckin dumb as well. but thats something different all together. anyway… so its the two pinkhoes and stacie j in the board room n shit, and donald is grilling the two girls who fucked up or whatever. but some how… these bitches started giving george bush answers and brought up some OLD shit that happen during the first mission, where they ALL claim to have been thrown into a state of terror by stacie j. something about an 8 ball or some shit. i dont know… i didnt see it.
but what i DID see… was in the beginning of the show. the girl group, brought that shit up to stacie j, and she was on some. i know i got kinda mad and this that and the other…. it wont happen again. yap yap yap. and they appear to have squashed the shit. and the last thing that was said, was something along the lines of… its over, its not gonna be brought up no more. and now… i will also admit to not really seeing stacie j proformance of the second mission, but the parts i did see.. she wasnt causing the problem. the girl not being a great leader, was the cause of the mission to fuck up. and then other girls miscalculations is what got them in trouble. reguardless if she thought stacie j was gonna come bash her head in with a magic 8 ball ( she didnt say that, im just sayin ) or whatever distraction she claim stacie j was… FROM THE FIRST MISSION. there in no reason you should go 10% over budget. the bitch just plain blew it.
BUT! these two bitches… with they ass on the fire…. abandoned that whole plan. and managed to hype the situation and got stacie j fired.
Its a cold world… Black people… you have to be damn near flawless to compete. but, i will say this. being surrounded by 5 white bitches all day WILL DRIVE ANY NIGGA CRAZY! that shit is HARD to do!!! i know!!! from personal experince!!! white people will drive you mad! what the fuck you think happen to my black ass!?!?! remember i was sayin i went to school with a buncha niggas and mexicans… then a buncha white people?! that shit drove my black ass up the fucking WALL!!! i lost my mind when i was 9 years old, in the 4th grade, dealing with white people daily. Where do i come up with this shit, people ask me sometimes… blame it on the pinkos. they did this to me lol they are the reason i think like i do, and will say the most fucked up thing that comes to mind in most instances, and not feel sorry for that shit most of the time.
i used to know this white girl in the 4th grade, her name was Stacy McSomethin… this muthafucka used to piss me off DAILY!!! with out fail! for years!!!!!! she was a red headed white girl… who i thought was pippy long stockings… or at least related to her or something… because she acted just like her… but she used to be a BITCH to me. gotdamn… FOR NO REASON!… i cant not count the times where it took all i had, to stop my self, from DDT’in that muthafucka! REALLY! i swear… i used to just think about taking that heavy ass history book i had and beating every last gotdamn freakle off her muthafuckin face!! FUCK! sigh…. imma have high blood pressure when im older i know it. and imma tell my next of kin to sue 90% of the white people ive ever known in my life for wrongful death. lol real shit lol.

i fuckin hate my punk ass 30 something and jeractic(sp) ass neighbors and i wanna move up the street into a bigger house where hopefully there is no HOA, and i wont have to be PISSED every time i come home.

ive built two members sites and one… going on two free sites in the pass month, im fuckin BEAT! thats why a nigga hasnt been posting. and for whatever reason. the muthafucaks i know… all agree that i should sleep more, but they wont let me do it. niggas call me early every day, KNOWING i work late. its damn near 4 now. i bet somebody calls my ass between 9 and 10. turn my ringer off? i would, but sometimes… them calls be important. and i have to “rise for the occasion.” used to say, and still does actually.

i was told…. that there is some kinda unspoken blogger ettiqutte, in reguards to people that post comments on your blogger. like… youre suppose to kinda respond back ( when applicable… like if somebody ask a question or leaves the door open…someshit ) or something along those lines. this i did not know. however… i do not aplogize if i offended or isolated anybody… or did not answer your question that you posted on a nigga shit. yea, i got it… i read it. i read every single comment posted to this site, particularly because they are emailed to me and they arent long ( i dont read email that 1. isnt directed directly and personally to me; and 2. i dont read long email, first thing in the morning, fuck that, im trying to wake up… i wait till later, but unfortunatly, often times i forget lol ) i never really respond because….. eehh well. fuck i dont know. i dont know you muthafuckas. lol and if i do, you better ask me on aim homie. im fuckin lazy, and i meant it!
shit… oops lol.

im sobering up. im blackin out.


i was explaing this shit to somebody one day, and they just did not understand how one could possibly get a hang over from smoking weed. and i thought id share my explaination.

yes yes… i know some people are looking at this title like ” IS THIS FUCKING POSSIBLE?!?! ” and im even sure the most stoneded of the stoneded are looking at the title like hell no….

but of course imma explain.

Obtaining a weed hangover is very possible. and you can catch one, but fuckin around and doing the following… trust me. i know, ive been there more times than i can count.
There are really only two ways you can get a weed hangover…

1. Smoking Stress.
– yes, smoking punk ass stress or just bad weed in general will have you all fucked up the next day. well ok, may be just me. ive been accused, more than several times, of being an uppity smoker. but hey… fuck that, and fuck it. i refuse to smoke anything that isnt chronic. because when i smoke stress… i dont feel right the next day. and if i smoke enough. i wont feel right for a few days. it sucks, i hate it. i damn near stoped smoking at one point, because of that shit. so of course, this is the first way you can get a weed hangover, is by smokin on some bullshit. unless, youre used to smoking bullshit. then i suppose one could become immune. but fuck that. stress is the devil, and i cant fuck with it. i already got enough real stress in my life as it is. im not trying to smoke some and then not feel right. fuck the dumb.
ive come across a couple muthafuckas that will actually get offended that you dont want to smoke thier bullshit with them. even after you try to explain…” yo, i dont smoke stress dogg. ” muthafuckas try to come back on some… ahh you too good?
“nigga yes! that shit be havin ill effects on a nigga!” i cant fuck with that shit.
that shit is like drinking bad liquor. that ol hangover elixuor, that be havin you throwing up the next day buck while. call me what you want to. but i can really only drink top shelf liquor and smoke chronic. i refuse to fuck with anything else.

2. Getting WAY too blowed and eating shit that dont match.
– now this shit here… will have you ALL fucked up. lol. what happens is… you get blowed, and of course… you get the munchies. but some how, shit just gets WAY outta control, and you start eating all kinda shit. youll get some left over meat loaf or some shit, some cheese cake, soda, cookies, a pbj, french fries, go to the store and get twinkies and chips n shit… take some apple juice to the head, eat a snickers, eat some chocolate chips… all kinda retarded shit. and it will all be good as fuck, youll be hella happy and satisfied. until….. you wake up the next morning and your stomach is attempting to start a fuckin riot. and all you can do is moan and moan and moan clutch your stomach with tender care… and take the most evil shit ever. not just once. but like a good 3 times during the first few hours youre up. and every last shit you take while your stomach is hella unruley is the fuckin pits.
but at the same time, its sweet pain lol. because while youre sitting there suffering, trying to hold youre breathe because your OWN shit stinks THAT bad, because all of that bullshit you ate. you are also thinking back to how good it was, and how blowed you was. and more than likely… the great time you had being that blowed lol.

the good thing about weed hang overs are, they dont really last that long. not like a regular hang over, which can last for a cool min, depending on how much youve been drinking. i had a hang over that lasted like 2 days before. it was the worst shit ever.

unfortunatly… there is a super darkside to these two occurances. and that is, when they are both in effect. now stress will get you blowed, its a different kinda blowed. but similar to a chronic high ( with most stress ). you might have to smoke all gotdamn day to get as high… ugh. but anyway…. so yea… so youve been smoking a buncha stress blunts all night and youve been eating bullshit all night. gotdamn, when you wake up that next day…. everything sucks! you dont feel normal AT ALL in the head, and of course, your stomach thinks its the fuckin tazmanian devil n shit, and is going banannas. that is some of the worst shit ever. i actually STOPED smoking until i could afford chronic, after two good times of going thru that shit. i couldnt fuckin do it no more, it wasnt worth it lol.

lol so yea. thats my explaination.

im so gotdamn bored right now, i could jump out of my fuckin window. just to go to the hospital and have something to fuckin do. gotdamn!


fucking shit!
i can not stop laughing at the title of this shit lmao
gotdamn

the other day, i cant recall what i might have been doing. but i had a thought.
i know every one has heard one person say this pharse to another:

“ill put my foot in yo ass!”

so yea, the other day… i took this phrase and for whatever reason, i decided to give this phrase some real thought.

i will… put MY FOOT…. IN YOUR ASS!

that is a threat!
a pretty gotdamn serious threat if you ask me!

think about that… if some one says that to you… They are threatening you with sodomization! ( waring: i might spell this word wrong as fuck, several times! ) think about that shit tho… if somebody relays thier position of desire to take their muthafuckin foot…. bend you over…. spread your ass cheeks, and proceed to take their fucking foot… and fit that sumbitch in youre little asshole. do you realize how fucking uncomfortable that would be?!?! that shit would possibly be uncomfortable as possible. even to some one who was frequently “anally aroused” often. foots, no matter whos, are pretty damn big to be fitting in a muthafucka asshole. not only that. but look at the shape! you have toes, the ball of your foot. the arch, the heel! and then your ankle n shit… thats alot of bumpin and movin.
to have a foot crammed up your ass? a human foot. lounged, in a space on your body that is really one of the last places a muthafucka should be trying to cram a fucking FOOT in anyway? we wont even talk about a muthafucka with foot fungus, toe jam, sharp ass toenails n shit, hang nails, flint stone feet, redneck feet, or just plain ugly stankin ass feet in general.

these facts alone make this statement the ultimate in threats.

and then muthafuckas be putting a spin on the shit too.

ill put my boot up your ass. like a foot alone wasnt bad enough

ill stick my foot so far up your ass, the water in my knee will quench your thrist! – now this shit here is some serious shit! lol thats pretty fuckin far, if you ask me. thats alot of leg lead by a foot on a mission, a mission of supreme discomfort and pain!

ive put a many of foot… up a many of ass. this one has always thrown me. its like nigga, dont make it sound like you detachable feet you just go around and breakin off in muthafuckas asses, when you see fit! that shit is impossible!

ill put your foot knee deep/thigh deep, off in yo ass! – pretty damn serious here too. much like the knee one. but the knee shit still gets my vote for roughest. that shit is rougher than tyrone biggums feet!

ill put my foot so far up your ass you will have a jordan print on your tongue. – lol ok i made that one up one day, talkin shit to somebody lol. but i think the shit would hurt.

ill break my foot off in yo ass! – this shit? if having a foot in yo ass wasnt bad enough… now, there is a foot in yo ass, that was broken off up in there, and may be stuck permanently! or at least until you have the doe to get it removed surgically. yes… youd have to save up for that shit! because there aint no way your insurance is gonna cover that. i could imagine the rejection letter.
“sorry sir, but if you pissed somebody off enough to have them actually break off a limb of their personal being, off in yo ass. we think you must have truly deserved to be hurled suddenly, into a position of supreme discomfort, and will fill that is absolutely not our obligation to get you out of that shit.
we aplogize, but not really.
PS – you might wanna stop pissin niggas off, THAT gotdamn bad. just a friendly word of advice from your health insurance company”

but speaking of broken off in yo ass, lets assume that you want your fucking foot back? so before that, lets just say, for whatever reason you do actually have to make good on your threat to sodomize some one violently with one of your feet. ( your good kicking foot i suppose ). how would you remove that muthafucka, once youve decided, that the muthafucka in violoation, and currently being violated with ruthless aggression, has returned to the land of ‘act right’. would you just snatch that shit out, similar to the way you put it in there? because lets face it. if you decide to take that kind of action against another human being, your gonna have to do it, quick, swift and with a tremendous amount of brute fucking force.
lmao and could you imagine thier surprise?!?! lmao!!!

*FRRUMPH!* SURPRISE NIGGA! FOOT IN YO ASS! congratulations!
i dont think any one person would survive the initial shock. i dont think a muthafucka could get past the audacity and lack for human decency… nor could they get over the muthafuckin foot that is current lodged up their anus, lol NOR which the force in which the muhfucka got there in the first fuckin place! lmao wooo

but yea… so you have to remove the foot. and you get it back all shitty and bloody. so, does the ends justify the means? is having a bloody and shitty ass foot, worth setting this muthafucka straight, ONCE and for all? is it that serious?!?!
well clearly, some one thought it was, and decided to diss out the ulimate in threats.

ill put my foot in yo ass, is way worse than say, oh… ill fuck you up! unless of course if by you mean, ill fuck you up… in the course of fucking you up… im going to sodomize the fuck out of you, beyond what you ever thought fucking possible. along with a bunch of other mean spirited, furious anger inspired, behavior modification brutality tactics one could conjure up in the course of fuckin another muthafucka up.

ill whoop yo ass? an ass kicking is always an ass kicking, but parallels not to a foot up the ass. broken off in the ass, or any other brutal act of sodimazation.

the only other threat that comes close to “ill put my foot in yo ass” is “ill slap the black offa you” because.. gotdamn. that has to cause an unheard of amount of pain. this… i will talk about at another time. but for now… lets stick to feets and asses, shall we?

so yea… there we have it. OJ thinks about shit way too hard.
i do realize the initial threat was probably some country muthafucka, on that shit. saying he was going to take his foot and kick somebody in they ass. and some how it evolved to “ill put my foot in yo ass” in some twisted back woods country way. and now, its something that is said all the time, to anybody. kids, senior citizens, men and woman alike.
i guess this comes from me, being little, and taking shit way too literally. i did not understand figure of speech at all lol.

anyway… im blowed lol
imma black out.


of couse everybody watches the dave chappell show. and if you dont youre a sucka ass jive turkey.

and youve seen the godzilla ep when dave is raising all kinda hell through japan and whatever…

well… i had some asain people move behind me a few months back. and when i have my window shades open, you can see all in my room.

and i like the sun shining in my room while im in here all day working my black ass off. and during the course of the day, like any ol normal day, i have to take a piss or 9. and hey, fuck it, its my house… its my room. i normally piss with the door wide the hell open. like most people do, weither they admit it or not lol.

one time, while taking a piss i peeked over my shoulder… and saw the lil asian lady that lives behind me walking around in her room, doing whatever… and it reminded me of that dave chappelle ep, and i couldnt help but wonder if she was peeping me out like… oooooo! its one eyes big brown snake! lol that shit cracks me up every time i take a piss now lol.

and speaking of chappelles show.

Dont the Mannings of NFL fame, Payton and Eli and they daddy… dont they look like a older version of the Niggar Family? or is it just me?
lol
now that i think about it… i think somebody already came with this joke. but fuck it lol.


Before you read this. it is imparitive that you read JD’s post first. beause this is the end of the story. and also… my gotdamn side of what the fuck happen.

click here!

so… since this nigga JD done already put a nigga out there like that. let me finish telling you what the fuck happen. the whole gotdamn story is fuckin accurate. JD’s dull as fuck ass janky nigga special clippers… was SNATCHING big ass patches of hair out of my head, with no reguards of humanity or anything fuckin decent. JD, Janky Barber number 1, thought i was being a bitch about the whole shit, because i was honestly damn near in fuckin tears. the shit was snatchin my shit… i promise! this nigga here thought the L A S T thing in the world that could POSSIBLY be wrong was HIS SHIT! but fuckin MIND YOU, i was completly bald on the sides because every last folical of my muthafuckin hair was YANKED the fuck out. its still one of the most painful things i had to endure till this day, this and the time i fuckin damn near died from my bleeding ass ulcer! just to put a lil perspective on shit!

so after JD finially figures out… the problem is his shit. its smooth saling from there… but then…. JD moms was on some, lets bounce shit lol.
and then, yes… this nigga moms is looking at me like im a BITCH! because, im not gonna front… i was ALL frowned up lol i had the WORST possible haircut given to any one nigga on purpose. worst than the time the homie prophet was high as fuck and decided to fade up that nigga RJ up. ( only the homies will rememeber that shit lol ) so yea… JD moms was like… what? its fine! you look great! lets go Jay! so JD and his side kick, Sherwin….

fuck that… time out… let me tell you about this nigga Sherwin real quick:
he had the most fucked up raspy voice youve ever heard
he made the FUNNIEST gotdamn faces
and he smelled like he got uninated on by some one that wasnt him, daily.
i promise! JD will tell you lol.
you dont ever stop dead in your tracks when a nigga comes around and say to him, with 500% convection: “Nigga… you smell like a bucket of PISS!”
you dont say that shit to NOBODY and not mean it… and then have at least 4 people that wouldnt agree with you. now i wasnt the nigga that said it. but i was one of the niggas that agreed to that shit lol. woooo lol … you know what. on second thought… it could have been him, or his brother. i dont know. but i had to throw that in. because im sittin here laughin at this shit all over again lmao!!

anyway… so him and sherwin is bout to leave, and as JD mentioned… the shit is getting less and less funny by the fucking second… and muthafuckin Sherwin, is fucking DYIN in the back ground silently… making all KINDS of fuckin faces. i was fuckin HOT! but this nigga wanna point and laugh at me n shit.

i felt so gotdamn betrayed. it wasnt even fucking funny. JD is trying his damdest not to laugh… thinking i cant see he dont think the shit is fucking halarious… and sherwin thinks this is the funniest shit possible… then JD is like…. fuck it, i cant do shit else to help you…. and proceeded to gather his things to roll out to his basketball game… and im standing there basiclly in dis-fucking-belief that this is happening to me.
and this muthafucka sherwin decided to lag back… kinda waits for JD to hit the corner to his room… runs back out the patio where this nigga was cutting my hair… and where im still standing… PISSED. fuckin sherwin comes up to me and says “nigga…. jd FUCKED yo head UP! DEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAMMM!!! id be mad as FUCK if i was you right now… *shakes his head* and you gotta ride yo bike home too? huh nigga? im showl glad i aint you! HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA” the muthafucka runs back in the house ready to piss on his self from laughin too hard.

at this point. i had to face the truth. i was fucked! i had to take that ride of shame back to the house. not only did i have to take that ride of shame back to the house… but i had to roll through this nigga JD WHOLE apartment complex damn near… because he lived in the gotdamn back! this apartment complex, whch was then refered to as “The Raquet Club”, was were alot of muthafuckas i knew stayed… homies and females… that went to our gotdamn highschool! muthafuckas that could possibly see me and talk all kinds of shit!

sigh… so i went outside… got on my fuckin bike. and rolled out…
made it all the way to the front, and hadnt really seen nobody. it was hot as fuck that day… and you know niggas. no matter what, niggas aint trying to fuck with the heat too tough. so i get to the front, and im thinking hey… i made it this far… i needed to get some dog food and some other shit for my dog. i lived a good 2.5 miles away… and im thinking to my self… why go all the way back home… do something about my head, then jump back in the heat and roll back down here to get something for my dog? when im here right now, and i aint seent nobody yet? fuck that! ill just do it now… i didnt see anybody i knew rollin out the apartments. so hey, ill take my chances. im fuckin lazy… always have been (clearly) always fuckin will be. what can i say?

sigh… BUT this is WHY im not that much of a gambling man till this day. because i just muthafuckin KNEW… i fuckin KNEW i had the best odds in history rolling up to the fucking store and nobody seeing me. All was going just fine…. until i was rollin up on the store and saw this nigga JD homeboy bobby was walking out the store… on some, “hey man, whats u………….. GOTDAMAN!!!!! WHO FUCKED UP YOUR HEAD!?!?!?!” louder than a muthafucka! nigga eyes was all bucked the fuck out… he pointed and gasped n shit… then feel the fuck out laughin!!! the fuckin security guard turned around. and all kinda other muthafuckas that wasnt paying me no mind. i was like barely 6 foot at the time. a nigga was blending in lol untill fuckin bobby put my black ass on blast with ruthless aggression. sigh… so i explain to the nigga, fuckin JD did me dirty with them janky ass clippers and everything else, but honestly… i dont think the nigga heard a word i was fuckin saying, because he was laughin too gotdamn hard… while i was trying to explain what was what.

so now im super pissed. this nigga bobby laughed about that shit all the way till the next gotdamn week. and lucky for me, he was the only other nigga that saw me lol.
i went home… praying to GOD nobody else would see my black ass… and proceeded to cut ALL my shit off. i had no other choice. honestly… i dont think i ever told JD, but i tried to fade that shit up my gotdamn self. but im not a fuckin barber; so that plan was short lived and poorly executed lol. i had to face the truth. i had to cut all my shit off. i did…. and its been that way every since.

JD says ive never thanked him? he’s muthafuckin right. because initally i was done a terrible diservice! and then the muthafucka wanted to laugh about it. so FUCK JD! he can kiss my black ass. fuck a gotdamn thank you! im still mad about the shit. this nigga actually emailed that story to me, asking me to publish the shit on his site, and i damn near ran outside, hoped in my car and drove 90 miles to san bernardino to drop kick this nigga. i swear lol lol im still pissed at this shit lol lol thank you my ass lol. lol muthafucka. ill admit tho… there aint no way i would have made it to san bernardino. because i was laughin too damn hard initally lol. i didnt even read the shit all the way, but i knew it was the guts. the whole story is the guts. but im still pissed off about it lol.

Anyway…So, what have we learned? … the J in JD name stands for JANKY!
JANKY AS FUCK! lol and the D… Disconcerned! Janky and Disconcered! is what this nigga name is.

Muthafuckas be thinking im WRONG for posting making that shit out of The World Famous Bumble Bee Story. fuck that!!! ive been having to deal with shit like this since day muthafuckin one!
its shit like this, that lead me to be the nigga that i am today lol. i promise lol.

and you know what? its not gonna end here. im sure of it. me and this nigga JD have stories for DAYS about each other. and this MIGHT turn into a duel of gutty stories. im trying not turn the shit into that. but i have a feeling JD wont be able to resist the urge of a good laugh at my expense. he’s never been able to.

but shit like this is why i will NEVER trust this nigga JD. i dont care if GOD himself, comes down from heaven above and announces on NBC that JD is now the annointed one. his second stop better fuckin be from NBC Stuidos, to my door and post up on my couch, and we are gonna have to have a nice long chat. because he is gonna really have to convince me to trust that nigga there. lol, well ok… i dont totally think JD is fulla shit all the time. just most of the time lol ive been burned way too many times lol.


On Day, Long Long Ago. In Fontana CA.

My father, JD, and my self were sitting in the office of one of our previous residences. my father and jd were passing a joint back and forth, and me? i was chatting, playing the Murder Was The Case Soundtrack. I believe they were smoking stress, and fuck that, i dont fuck with stress at all. i hate that shit. that shit is just plain terrible! so i passed. but anyway… i guess my dad got a lil TOO blowed. because in the middle of the track, Natural Born Killas by Ice Cube and Dr Dre. my dad starts off on some off the wall shit!
it went something like this… it was long time ago… so the detials are sketchy as fuck. but im sure JD will co-sign.

Dad: yea this is my shit… this is the hardest shit! think about this… what if i made some shoes? and i called them, “The Natural Born Killers”!

Me: umm, the what?

Dad: yea… the natural born killers. listen, listen… they would be the hardest shoes out. all the gangsters would buy them! they would be like “yea man! i feel like im the hardest muthafucka on the STREET in my NBK’s! ill take on a WHOLE BUNCHA NIGGAS! ”

JD: yea… ill ride on your whole set in my NBK’S!

Dad: hell yea, i put on my NBK’s and kill a whole lotta niggas!

Me: hell naw! LMAO!!!

Dad: What?! you wouldnt wear them?!?!?

Me: NO!

Dad: even if i made you some? you have to help me promote! JD? you’d wear em right?

JD: *falls out laughing*

Me: yall is blowed.

Dad: naw naw naw… think about it! you wouldnt wear them? wouldnt nobody fuck with you!!

Me: but dont nobody mess with me now.

JD: but niggas would be scared!

Dad: YEA YEA YEA!!! they would be in songs n shit… “i be killin niggas in my NBKs! NBK’s NBK’s! My Natrual Born Killah shoes!” you mean to tell me you wouldnt wear none of them?!!? you trippin man!

at this point… me and jd couldnt take it no more. we fell the fuck out laughin. that shit was the guts… my dad was hella serious. lol that shit was the guts. we still talk about that shit to this day.