Can You Smell Me?!?

January 14th, 2006

gasface

I owe GUY RILLA, the TECHWHORE as the inspiration for this post (N.H.B.).

I probably don’t give enough credit to my nose for all the good shit that it allows me to enjoy. I typically give my eyes top billing, then my ears, after that my hands, next would be my sense of taste(surprisingly though I am over three hundred pounds) and lastly, I credit my sense of smell. Although as GUY RILLA pointed out, there are few other guilty pleasures as sweet and erotic as standing behind a woman who has just shampooed her hair with something fragrant. I once dated this young Mexican girl from Cuba who had a small bedwetting problem. I just loved the way her cooch had the faint smell of pee-pee mixed with baby powder. Smells can also be a deal breaker as well. I can remember being very attracted to this young ladywoman, but when I smelled her inate pheromone odor I couldn’t stand her anymore.

I had been trying to smash this co-worker for years, and her boyfriend and I were semi-cool(no homo of course), but he knew that I wanted to wrangle his girl’s pussy, and he knew that she wanted to give it to me too. So when dude moved to Atlanta with all the other jig losers I got right to getting his ex-tail. I invited her over my apartment. We drunk a bottle of this faux classy cheap azz champagne called Friexenet. She went into my bedroom and started getting naked. I had to do everything in my power to keep from rushing into the bedroom and tackling homegirl. I was gonna kill this little petite piece of poon. I climb into the bed with her and then… WTF?!?

Where is that smell coming from? It wasn’t a nasty crotch smell, but something far worse. Her skin smelled like the hair grease that came in the blue container. My dad would use that stuff to pick out my hair once every two months and that shit would hurt. My olifactory nerves triggered a flashback so strong that I had to jump out of the bed. I told homegirl that she had to go because I had to leave the apartment. I made her get dressed right then and I took her outside to the cab stand across the street.

In the end I feel like I kept shit classy because I did at least pay for her cab ride home instead of instantly pummeling her because of all the repressed agression that I had stored inside from my dad grooming me.

All Day I Dream About Sneakers…

January 14th, 2006

eye fulls

I told you before that I went to Paris with C.S. in search of the Holy Grail of sneakers. It was probably due more to my imagination that I thought that there would be kicks that were impossible to find stateside than any actual proof I had been given. Europe is like this mythical place where they filmed the O.G. ‘Star Wars’ movies and my favorite film of all time, ‘Flash Gordon’. The one with that kick azz soundtrack by Queen (no homo). When I used to travel around the U.S. (east coast drug pipeline) I would always find stuff in North Carolina that had a powder blue colorway so I assumed that Europe would be the same way.

x-country choco swayde

What I did find in Paris is that motherfuckers have small azz feet. It was a righteous struggle to come up on some exclusive kicks that were a size U.S. 12. I thought Japan would be the place where all the size 9’s lived. C.S. and I traversed the suburb ghettos on a mission. Strange enough is that Europe shoves all the poor people into the suburbs and forces them to commute to work while the inner city is where all the money resides. Going out to the suburbs was cool because it finally gave us a chance to co-mingle with some colored folks. On the outside looking in Black neighborhoods in Europe appear to be similiar to Black neighborhoods in the states. The staple format for retail establishments is still as follows; leather jacket store – liquor store – baby clothes store – fast food joint – storefront church – sneaker store. Rinse and repeat this floor plan wherever you go.

where is the holy grail?

C.S. and I continued my crusade for the holy grail in a neighborhood called Cligancourt. On the weekends the central hub of the neighborhood becomes a wild open air flea market arena. The energy is turbo-charged and you can see that everyone is out and about in the mix. The key to these O.G. shopping malls is how you interact with the sellers. They give you a price full well expecting you to haggle with them to lower it. The back and forth is enjoyable for a little while. The way you close a deal in these situations is using the ‘show and go’ technique. You make your final offer while simultaneously taking out your cash. If the offer is rejected you place your cash in your pocket and begin to walk out of the store. Walk slowly because the store owner will not be able to control his urge to get your cash. More than likely he will call you right before you exit his store. This is how I came up on these kicks pictured below. Retro vintage ADIDAS Trimm Trabs in a sample size 9.

trimm trab

trimmtrab label

The Trimm Trab is a sick shoe. These joints were made popular by IVAN LENDL back in the early eighties. The silhouette is sleek like a track and field sneaker. Sueded nubuck is the minimum requirement for streetside styling. Peep the plastic molded lace eyelets integrated into the upper. I was happy to score them in a sick New York state blue/orange colorway.

Too bad for me that CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE wants me to start getting rid of my excess kicks so that we can make way for her LLADRO collection. If anybody out here is a sneaker fiend and they can fit a U.S. size 9(mens, of course) holler at your boy so we can make a deal.

Mommy, What’s a Hipster?

January 14th, 2006

hipsters

The new Negro Intelligentsia (BYRON CRAWFORD and The Assimilated Negro) have weighed in on this topic and since I live in the heart of ‘HipsterLand’ properly known as Brooklyn New York, I thought I should contribute something to the discussion.

The Hipster phenomena isn’t exclusive to New York City although we are the Hipster capital (sort of like the place where the Hipsters convene and create their memoranda). They have spread to cities like Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, Atlanta, Washington D.C. and Detroit. I see them on a level with other cults groups like the Jehovah Witnesses and Hare Krishnas. They populate low income minority neighborhoods because the property values are so diminished they are able to buy expansive buildings. In middle income neighborhoods the same property would be double+ the cost. The Hipster typically furnishes his/her property with items discarded by the local neighborhood residents. In this manner they are perceived by the locals as being less well off than they are and this brings them into the affections of the local residents. The Hipster diet consists solely of non-menthol cigarettes and cheap domestic beer. Hipster attire is often an amalgamation of items that have been salvaged from local trashbins and the more oft than not thrift store purchase. Hipsters give each other kudos on how inexpensive and uncoordinated their outfits are. For instance, Brad will tell Becky how splendid her patined-leather galooshes look with her woolen overalls. She will compliment him likewise and he will say that he spent $.56 on his entire ensemble.

I am not knocking Hipsters for their apparent devaluation of materialism. Their heads are in the right places when it comes to securing property on the cheap. Lesbian hipsters are famous for starting neighborhood gardens in the vacant lots adjoining their properties.

lezbo hipsters

By living in these low income minority neighborhoods the Hipsters acquire what they percieve to be an intimacy with the lifestyles and values of the locals. Thereby removing themselves from the possibility of being labeled as intolerant when they adorn their automobile with a Confederate flag. The Hipsters are simply mocking the intolerance that symbol represents, while simultaneously mocking the need for people to place flags of any kind on an automobile. I fully understand and appreciate the irony that Hipsters are trying to express. To that extent I have created a line of tee shirts that also uses irony to hopefully foster some kind of understanding.

I have sold only four so far, but if you enjoy this website, and you have a keen understanding of irony, I would love for you to help me ‘KILL WHITE TEE!

KILL WHITE TEE!

MACWORLD ’06 Presents…

January 13th, 2006

video iPod

Biggup to Steve Jobs for not resting on his laurels with the Haitian iPOD. Apple Computers now gives us the Haitian Video iPOD.

HOE SIT DOWN!

January 12th, 2006

I smell pussy!

I have no problem with TRINA dating BABY from CASH MONEY and then getting passed down to his wardie/lover/son LIL’ WEEZIE, but rumors have BENZINO getting his salad tossed by the ‘Diamond Princess’ as well. Additional rumors are that MISSY ELLIOT taught her how to administer a prostate exam. No EFFING homo!

Note to TRINA: Please give your hot pocket a minute to cool off. Adult celibacy can be a restorative, reflective time for you to work on some of your other skills like…

hold my umbrella!
azz cheese all gone

Awright, fuck the celibacy, but please could you at least put the animal print underoos on pause? shouts to CRIZZZUNK.

grrrrrr-animal