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Superheroes After Hours…
Sunday, March 16th, 2008
You ever wonder what Superman and Wonder Woman do after they wrap up their world saving responsibilities? Apparently they’ve been working as a dance team.
Nullus to this ball breaking video…
Ashley Alexander Dupre x Snoop Dogg + YouTube = Ill Doctrine
Saturday, March 15th, 2008Get the .mp3 here.
AND NOW… A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR
Friday, March 14th, 2008
“Hey honey, let’s celebrate.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s Monday, and I don’t have a job.”
“Let’s have some Champale.”
“Damn, you are one classy bitch.”
Z, Thy Name Is Earl…
Friday, March 14th, 2008
A few weeks ago my homegirl Z met up with me at the Keistar/Spinna party in Clinton Hill. It was a subdued affair for only the intrepid latenight partygoers. Sprinkle some babypowder on the floor and get your soft shoe on type joint. Keistar is my family so I def fucks with these folks.
This story isn’t so much about the party but what happened to Z at the party. Z got a lil’ twist rock and ended up changing her name to Earl. Upon closer inspection it wasn’t those hardbody chunks but a smattering of fluid and one sizable piece of food, say a dumpling or what have you. I left Z alone on the couch to gather her wits about her, plus she was there with two of her girls and her on again off again Black penis [ll].
Was it wrong of me not to drive her home? I instead deferred that responsibility to her on-again, off-again boyfiend. I had a party all nite card from C.S. and I didn’t want to waste it being the babysitter to a drunken, albeit hot white girl. If this were DP from ten years ago sure I would have driven her home and put on the full court press to smash, but this is not that dude.
Okay, truth be told is that even though Z and I are permenantly stuck in our “friends” zone I appreciate her companionship and she is usually a hardbody bitch. I was being selfish that night because everytime we go to a Keita party and Z sees this corncrunch nigga dancing with some chicks she gets all banana head. Sonn ain’t even fresh like that. This nigga lacks what is you call it?
Saviore faire
Sonn just aint a fly nigga[ll]. So maybe I was subconciously punishing her for laying up with with a tertiary negro. This has less to do with me and her than it does with the fact that she is still sweating duke. So I let him take her home. Fuck that. I’m enjoying myself, DJ Spinna is doing what it do, and the atmosphere was right…
My homegirl Z is mad with me now. She says I left her out there vulnerable. She’s right. My love is tough love. Now get your mind right chick. Don’t fuck up at this next Keistar event.
SOUL SISTA
Sputnik
262 Taffee Place
22 Mar 2008, 10:00 PM
