you had this sink:
Then again, probably not. But seriously though, I’d definitely consider putting this sink in my house if I had the money to do so:
Its simply beautiful and elegant. Females wouldn’t resist to drop their panties once they washed their hands in this.
Drake is really nice, I dunno how a dude goes from Degrassi to Young money, but I could’nt care less. He better than Wacka Flacka though.
The Japanese are crazy when it comes to product slogans and names. I happen to find this little gem in the 100 yen (~$1) shop around the corner. I couldn’t help but to laugh. It was immediately copped! I just wonder who comes up with these and where they get there inspiration for these. I think they secretly think, “Hey, Japanese won’t understand it, lets just through ‘Black Power’ on there”. I’ll be on the look out for the “white power” edition, I’m sure they’ll have it somewhere…
I’m probably late on this (as I am with almost all good artist) but this soon is nice. A friend recommend that I give their album a listen to while I’m on this 12 hour flight to Japan. I’m gonna need something to listen to. I will definately be checking out this album.
This is really what Hip-Hop has been missing. Well, I can’t say that its missing, its just not getting any shine. We have a million Gucci Manes’(BURR), a million wanna-be-Jay-Z-in-96 type rappers, and then you got all those “battle” rappers (who always talk about beefin’ with someone, but aint got no beef…), and all these are considered what hip-hop is. I’ll admit, Gucci Mane’s lyrics can be captivating at times, but its just not what I would consider quality hip-hop. This (P.O.S.) is quality hip-hop, something that I wish would catch on to the masses, but you and I know that most likely wont happen. And Gucci Mane will reign supreme this summer in a hood near you. *sigh*
“So there was this cougar at the job stop that been kinda throwing it at me. So we exchange numbers and everything. One day she calls me up and invites me over. So I gets over there, right, and as soon as I walk through the door we start going at it. I mean hugging turns to kissing, kissing turns to licking, licking turns to sucking, I mean EVERYTHING. So this happens for about an hour, 1 big ass hour of foreplay. So after that I start to get more aggressive, I pull her panties down, and start doing my part of the deal, you know, prepping for my entry. Somehow we end up in the kitchen, she’s fully naked, I’m half-clothed. So start doing my thing and all of a sudden I hear her scream, ‘OMG CJ!!!’. I’m thinking in my head, ‘Who the hell is CJ?!’; I turn around and standing in the door is this 20 year old named CJ, her SON. We eventually went back to kissing but the whole mood was just thrown off. I bounce and haven’t spoke to her since…”
Courtesy of my man DWill. YNS.
One thing I hate that women seem to just love these days are sandal boots. I mean, yea I wanna seem those pretty little toes (yes foot fetish), but sandal boots are just fugly. This trend needs to be deaded ASAP. Look at them:
Ewww, I’ll pass (no homo). WTF are these girls thinking?!? Looks like something a medieval beggar would wear.
but ole girl right here…. I’d smash:
but those boots are still fugly…
then again, complaining about what an attractive woman is wearing means YNS
