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WTF?!? Airfare Goes Bananas!

Monday, May 19th, 2008

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I need your help party people. I need to find two airplane tickets to Atlanta for July 28 to July 31. Leaving from NYC’s LaGuardia and returning to Newark International in Jersey. The kicker is that I don’t want to spend more than $400 on a single ticket.

Delta has lost their rabbit ass mind if they think I am going to spend $800 per ticket and I am reserving two months in advance. Those niggas must be like me with a foot in the door of Chapter 11.

Let me know where the deal is and I will repay you by mailing you something from my apartment.

Same Damn ‘Lo Sweater…

Friday, May 16th, 2008

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I’m computerless until I get back to Freeport so bear with me party people. It’s 2am and I am sitting on a park bench on Eastern Parkway like the bum I am. Albeit a bum in a cotton RL knit and a crispy pair of Dunk Lo’s that I popped the tag on today.

I just got back to BK from the city and one of the best Obamas so far this season. Courvosier and LRG did it up big, Frank White style. Free food, free swag (prA’li members check your snail mail soon) and free top shelf ‘yac. Courvosier Exclusif. Ha! Niggas should like this shit.

First off, its fucking good. They flavored it with cinnamon and vanilla hints. If you are on some fancy negro thug Hennessy Privilege shit then you need to step your snifter game up.

Niggas like shit that is difficult to pronounce. I can’t say Courvosier properly now because I am fucked the fuck up. I got to turn around quick this morning too and get my day grind popping serious. The folks in my progress meeting better like the smell of sweat, ass and alcohol because those are the scents coming through my pores today. H.A.M.diggy.

Sheeeeeit. If I didn’t have those scents I wouldn’t have any because you know I ain’t got no more sense in my head. Three straight nights of totally free cognac and I may need a liver replacement by Sunday

40Diesel rolled through with the Mighty Healthy crew and after the Obama we hit up another joint. That Estelle song has been my shit for the entire spring. I get my bounce right off that joint. Coordinated bigman steeZo of course.

Depending on how hard I go in for Round 2 tonight I may not see you fools until next week. Bigup to the folks over at the radio show Obsessive Sneaker Disorder(Google that shit since making the code for hyperlinks on a blackberry is insane). I was building with these cats during their last episode and I sort of O.D.’ed. They had to shut my microphone off. Love is love though and they invited me back to promote the upcoming Sneaker Fiends United! NYC tours.

I will go upstairs and catch me some Z’s now that I am confident I won’t be vomiting.

Courvosier: For negroes what knows that classy shit

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A LETTER FROM THE MANAGEMENT

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

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I know you folks don’t want to hear about my money woes especially since I stay copping that so fresh and so clean from my favorite sneaker stores. The truth is that I don’t want to bother you either since we all are in the same boat floating in an ocean of debt.

Just don’t be too surprised when you see ad banners posted here in the near future. I will try my best to regulate every single company or corporation that uses this space. The ultimate purpose is have a website that pays for itself and everything that is required to maintain it. From bandwidth and domain registry to recordable DVD’s and snailmail postage, this site should be independent from my personal expenses.

Except my time investment, and yours as well. I want to give a special thank you to the six people who read this page daily.

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We used to have ten folks that read everyday but then I said something bad about OPRAH, or white, and now I am back down to six readers. ERNIE what up? I know you got at least one book to sell too. This starving artist shit is fugazi (no rich, upper-class punk rock band). I gotta come up on a master plan to get my paper back in order.

I got an idea from the executive director of the Black Maria Film Festival. He said that every year he and his wife decide to incorporate a ghetto word into their vocabulary. Last year they finally accepted ‘Bling’. Guess which word they are going to choose for FY ’08?

> PrA’li <

That is the new spelling for the word ‘prah’lee’ which was formerly the word ‘probably’. I’ve added some new features which should hopefully allow the word to become stuffwhitepeoplelike.

As you can see with the revised spelling I’ve taken a stand on consonant and vowel conservation. We have cut down on the letters being used and the syllables being uttered. This helps the Earth because less greenhouse gases will be emitted due to less energy being spent on writing and saying the word.

You may not use the word too often but think about all the people who are tragically undecided.

Invest in a better future for all of our children. Click the ‘Pra’li’ button on the right and send me some spare PayPal. You would do it for NPR.

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PRAY FOR THE BELL FAMILY…

Friday, April 25th, 2008

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I can’t even find the words to express my disappointment.

The murder of SEAN BELL was clearly a case of drunk cops.

They were drunk on alcohol and drunk from the power that their badge and their automatic weapons endowed them with.

I just don’t have any words to say at this time that would be worth your eyesight. I feel powerless and insignificant.

Supremacy stays winning.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: TWO-BIT PUNDITS

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

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Combat Jack says that DP favors this lamestream media hump.

When DP has a haircut that nigga is hard to handle. If he lost fifty pounds he’d be a beast.

Plus, this dude ROLAND MARTIN is a teh ghey homofactual.