I decided to open up this forum for a frank and serious discussion on the health benefits of eating salad daily.
Neggars please…
Today I need to give thanks to some people that are like my family. My weekend webloggers. Those of you that fuck with DP on your own time. Some of y’all cats still peep me from they grind on the weekend, but the most of y’all come from where you rest. That’s peace because I come to y’all from I rest as well. Time is money, and the time you spend here granting me your intellectual spare change is appreciated. You could have been a million billion other places. Since you came here though we gon’ keep grillin’ ’em in the double ooh seven like your boy.
I need to say peace to my peeps from these United States most gully urban centre. Byron Crawford Dot Com been had our backs from the gate. What nigger what!?!
Nah’reez (no embedded link required)
Concrete Loop
Unkut Dot Com
some other shit.
That was peace like that and I need to thank…
His name is D-Nice
That Real Notes (the realest)
That’s the joints that I use to build this blog website. Respect the architects.
We connect on some real shit here on the weekends, and this is the time of the week when grown folk and folk thats trying to get grown can connect. I feel for how they do some of y’all family and friends that have to work all week for your snaps and then have to squeeze in only weekends with your babies. GOD to bless y’all. Without y’all there is no we, of course including me.
Why else do we do it if not for the babies? Let everyone see what I have seen like the mountains and the valleys. If you don’t look while you have sight then when will you look to produce, to protest, to conserve, to consume, to live, to love.
I love y’all on some real shit. When I stand at the ledge ready to jump to quit, y’all remind me that even as big as I be, it’s still something bigger than me. Thank you family.
Let’s talk shit all weekend. I’m home alone. Nobody to share their Hot Pocket. Nobody to mix my motherfuckin’ drinks. New England beats San Diego. Go Cape Cod. Go Providence. Go Narragansett. Not so much, Worcester.
I have to run outside to 7-11 to get some t.p. for my bunghole and I will hit up the local McDonald’s to cop two of those $1.00 Egg McMuffins. The most perfect sandwich evar. I waited all week to hit this fuckin’ sale up. They need to continue this shit through KING Weekend. M.L.K. Jr. would have loved the Egg McMuffin. It’s when they first integrated ‘Good’ and ‘Tasty’. Tell me a more perfect sandwich? That’s because you can’t.
When I come back I will try to blog with you for 48 hours straight, not including the times that I nap and cook food and take shits. Your’e going to conceivably net over thirty hours of non-stop blogging. What does that mean? I don’t know. This Herman Miller chair under my arse will prah’lee reek, but the results on the blog could be interesting. See y’all when I see y’all (opting AWAY from being y’all).
DP,
This post is the equivalent in blog reading to watching Ray Allen stroke (no Worcester) from 3 during warmups… not necessarily important but impressive nonetheless.
Wassup DP?