Uhmah Park

The title will be explained shortly, you bastards that always think foul shit of a nigga first.

So i was in the shower, crushed out heavenly, washin my stankin ass. When all of a sudden i had a thought. What if………. a crackhead had a blogger? I think that would be pretty damn funny. Then i thought, it would be even funnier if the shit was called "Confessions of a Crackhead". Like, everybody would know the author of the blog was a crackhead, because all he would blog about, would be crack. Like crack would be his life, scoring crack is his main function in life.

And the crack head would blog about the deplorable things that they did, to get some crack. Their adventures being a crackhead. Shit they seen that day. Shit they be thinkin about when they high. Everything about being a crack head basically.

And then, what if the site had ads on it. and the crack head was like, please click on an ad and buy something. The Ad Clicks pay for my crack. If you dont click on an ad, ill have to suck dick all night so i can score an 8ball. All the ads is shit you know you want any way baby. Come on, just click! I need to get HIGH!

I think this would be the funniest shit in the world.

I think i need to make this fucking happen.

Does anybody out there have a Uncle, Aunt, Niece, Nephew, Cousin, Baby Daddy, Moms ( LMAO!!! ok i know that was fucked up lmao ) that would like to partner up with me to get this crackin off. Nigga ill split the ad revenue with them down the middle. ( imma mail them a check tho, i dont want no crackhead comin to my damn door askin for money n shit. fuck that nigga lol )

Id ask my uncle, but i dout i could keep that nigga attention long enough for him to wanna fuck with this. He might tho, imma have to see. LMAO

Yes nigga, my uncle is "on drugs" like every other nigga got in they family. its a sad situation… but yea.
You wanna know how fucked up i am though? ( JD, get ready to laugh. ) lol i aint shit boi lol.

One day, me and JD were chillin in the office of my parents old house in Fontana on Buckeye. the office was right next to the garage, in front of the house. When you chillin in the office, if the blinds is open, you can see anybody coming to the house, from distance. So me and this nigga JD is chillin. Im in sombody chat room ( thats what i used to do with my gotdamn time like so many other people. ) and jd was sittin around, posted, reading or some shit. being blowed. We are talkin n shit, crackin jokes, whatever, shootin the shit. and out of the corner of my eye…. i see my uncle approaching the house all jipper n shit. And suddenly i was inspired by the asshole deep with in me to have a nice little laugh. On my computer at the time, i had Recording Studio monitors, you know them lil mini speakers with the big ass sound. ( dont ask … im thinking i should get some more tho, them shits was dope… anyway. ) I decent number of songs on my computer at the time. And i thought of the perfect song to play for my Uncles entrance to the house. I only did this shit because i knew JD would laugh. lmao. I scramble though my music collection real quick… and I found the song just as he came in. i double clicked on Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel – White Lines.mp3 and i forwarded it to the perfect spot…. WHITE LIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS.
This nigga JD liked to lost his fucking mind. that shit was the guts. Im not sure if he caught the joke. and i dont really remember what happen after we started laughin. knowin my uncle he probably started groovin into the living room lmao.

Dont get too hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

LOL this is kinda funny. This is how hiphop started off. This shit had a message. showed you the evils of cocaine and crack. the uglyness, the unfair, the crumbled dreams. the bad side of being the dope man.
But these days?
there is a nigga out who got a snow man on a tshirt, talkin about, i got that snow, man.



Speaking of JD, he got a nice new blogger, over at The Chronic-ils. Peep it out.


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