Remember when we used to literally talk shit here @ DP.com?
True story is that I went to the grand opening of the Arby’s restaurant in the former Gage & Tollner space in downtown Brooklyn. Nevermind that installing ANY fastfood restaurant in that space is a violation to the interior of the building, eating Arby’s cheese fries is a violation to your body’s interior space.
I loved every bite of it. But the aftermath got dicey, or should I say… Deucey?
For what all the numbers higher than #2 represent you have to consult with the homey BLAX HEDRUM…
Dick Tracy’s Chester Gould had it all figured out way back when. Gould knew that television was killing fools even though the medium was in its literal infancy when he created the evil villain character TV Wiggles.
I’m definitely not thinking about a flatscreen now that this report dropped…
Mobile media is the only way to fux with receiving information. I’m getting myself a Dick Tracy watch so I can do my internetsing from my wrist. All I need to remember is to peep pr0n videos from my left arm.
The Haitans were the first nations of transplanted Africans to depose their oppressors and gain independence. That was more than 200 years ago. Their country has been fucked the fuck up ever since.
Whatever part of their capital city’s infrastructure wasn’t already in rubble before the earthquake came to the country yesterday has surely put the remaining services in the danger zone.
Haiti is gonna need a lotta help from Wyclef and Brad Pitt.
Let me state this clearly for anyone reading this drop…
Ken Griffey Jr. is my favorite all-time player. He was my generation’s G.O.A.T. Honestly, Barry Bonds was my generation’s G.O.A.T., but I could never get close to Bonds. He played in the National League throughout his whole career and I could never get Bonds to sign shit for me. Back in the days I used to troll the press gate at the OG Shea Stadium because that is where the visiting team would enter the ballpark. Even before Barry Bonds had become the single season home run champ he was hard to touch.
I don’t favor Griffey Jr. over Bonds because I couldn’t get Bonds to autograph some shit for me. I fuxed with Griffey because his style was so much fresher than anyone else in the game. His swing was so gorgeous and elliptical. Most big hitters yanked the baseball after making contact with it while Griffey Jr. just seemed to let the ball go in any direction but always on a line. The only thing better than watching Griffey bat was watching him play centerfield. He made some of the most incredible catches I had ever seen. As a routine…
Now here comes the tough part. I think that Griffey Jr. tried to use steroids but his body rejected them and this is what caused his debilitating injuries. I feel like Griffey learned about steroids while with the Mariners. There are several Mariners players I’m sure were users who prA’li influenced Griffey.
Bret Boone, Jay Buhner, Edgar Martinez and Vince Coleman are all players I suspect of using HGH or steroids during their playing careers. They were all lean players who ballooned into bulky hulks during the 1990s. I don’t want this to become a scary witchhunt for which players may have used steroids in the days before baseball had outlawed these drugs and treatments. These players also knew of the risks that were inherent in receiving these treatments but just like the NFL stands for ‘Not For Long’ and those players willingly accept the negative side effects of steroids so did the baseball players.
The potential from steroids was something that trumped jaundice, prostate cancer and even bone density decomposition. The potential from steroids use appeared to be immortality. A chance at the Hall of Fame is what allows players to retire comfortably. For fifteen years that the the top tier pros remain in their sport some have twice that amount of time selling their signatures as Hall of Fame players. I love baseball and I don’t hold a grudge against any of these players for sipping the ambrosia of immortality. Maybe Barry Bonds will let me get his autograph one of these days.
Nahh, Drizzy is just one of the regular customers at Premium Laces NY who digs getting the hookup from Pete. Premium Laces is the only store in New York City to honor the ‘I Fux With Dallas Penn’ discount. Now don’t call up Premium and ask him for the DP discount because only DP can have the DP discount. What you can have is the ‘I Fux With Dallas Penn’ discount, and you can only have that if you remember to say [pause] after you say that you fux with Dallas Penn.
Premium called me up and told me that he had a little treat for two(2) DP.com lady sneaker fiends. Pete is giving away a pair of Nike Red laces for the first two(2) DP.com lady sneaker fiends that send us pix of them in their kicks. Sneaker pr0n is all good. The Nike Red laces were created as part of Nike’s ongoing social project to help fight AIDS in Africa. Me personally, I don’t believe in AIDS in as much as I believe that people need access to clean drinking water and competent healthcare professionals and if my consumption can help aid in that direction then I am all in.
So ladies, send us a pic of you in your kicks and you get a box of these nifty Nike Red laces that say you are part of the web of life on this planet.
