Piece Of The Day: Tamala Jones

Man, everybody knows who this chick is. She legitimises your favorite hood flick almost as well as Michael Buffer legitimises boxing events. You hear Michael Buffer's thundering voice and you know right then and there that it must be an event worth watching regardless of how the boxers perform. I can't say the same thing about Jimmy "lemon" Jr. I used to be able to, but now that muthafukka works any old event. Big or small, Vegas or fucking Wyoming, the blond haired bandit will be there. Anyways you know what the fuck I mean. This chick has graced us with her presence since the early 90's. The first time I really saw her and her beauty was in Booty Call. But when she really started to get my attention was in The Wood and Two Can Play that Game. I mean this sucka Dondre Whitfield was always cheating on her character, or at least acting like he was. I would say something shady about the whole idea of dissing Tamala, but that dude is married to Salli Richardson. So wtf? Nothing really to say there. Umm... Moving on.
Always projected as the around the way girl, hood chick or generally difficult girlfriend to deal with. I hate that she is cast in these roles, but sometimes it makes me wonder if actors are cast if roles such as this because they are so comfortable playing them due to lack of range and ability. Maybe it is a heightened version or an extension of her personality. Shit man, who the fuck knows. All I know is, perfect ass, butters always whipped to perfection, you never know these days but it appears to be her hair. I'm sure it is. Plus she a tiny little thing. Not too short to be like 5'7 in heels or so. Great complexion.
Nice bucky beaver teeth and perfect height. She is who you wife.
This brings us to the implants. I don't know why she wasn't happy with the handful she had, but they looked cool to me. That's all we will say about that one. You never know what drives people to chop and cut their body up. I hope she gets some better opportunities other than these direct to video master p - ass movie roles. When you look back though if you grew up in the late 90's man this was the chick you wanted to date in college and then after graduation move away somewhere and start a small tribe together. She seems like she will keep you laughing and keep it poppin in the only room that is more important than the t.v. room. Umm.. I'm not going to mention Nate Dogg, because I just don't understand pretty much anything about their whole ordeal. All I have to
say about that is ..."Ew!"

Movie Of The Day : The Jackal

Well hello there, here we are again. This time we have the Jackal starring Bruce Willis. Or as they say in the orient, Bluce Rirris. The reason why I like this movie is because he broke the mold. Not only for himself, but for any self respecting Bruce Willis fan. He proved to us that not only did he not have to star as John McClane in every movie that he made, but that he was capable of some type of depth of character. The huge cast in this movie only ads to its timeless nature. You have ya boy Ritchie Gere starring as Declan Mulqueen, the imprisoned Irish bad ass with the floaty accent. Some how he manages to look like he just walked out of a high end So Cal hair salon after being in jail for like a thousand years.
The you have Sidney " Mr. Knox " Poitier, who was just acting on auto pilot. I guess when you been doing it as long as he has it becomes easy. Then you have Major Valentina Koslova played by our favorite actress with no curves, Diane Venora. AKA Juliette's mom and Al Pacino's weed smoking, pill popping fuck piece. Jack Black has a small role in this, although it's memorable. He hadn't really come into his own yet, and I think that's why his character works well. For those who dont know or forgot about this shit, here is a brief synopsis: Russian mobster Terek Murad has declared open season on the Russian militia and the FBI over the shooting of his brother in a Moscow nightclub. He hires the Jackal, a nasty assassin whom nobody has even seen, to kill the Director of the FBI. With nowhere else to turn (except a woman who used to work with the Basque separatists, who is now in the USA but whose exact whereabouts in unknown to all save Mulqueen), FBI Deputy Director Carter Preston (who was present at the Moscow shooting) and Major Valentina Koslova of the Russian milita (who pulled the trigger in that shooting) enlist the reluctant services of Declan Mulqueen, an imprisoned IRA sniper, to track the Jackal down, for Declan is the only other person who can positively identify the Jackal.
There are so many funny moments in this movie. Many ruthless kills and strange comments. The Jackal is the real treat. I think Declan sums it up best with a brief description. "This man is no clown. He knows all your moves, back to front. Right now, you've got a name; that's all you've got. The Jackal has got a target: you. He's got a timetable. And as to making mistakes, he's spent twenty years in a trade that doesn't forgive error. And he's prevailed. You think he's the one who's up against it? It's the other way around." way to go Declan.
The opening sequence is fucking hilarious. Quality kills and bad ass characters.
There were many movies during the 90's that date themselves. Like The Saint starring Lt. Tom Kazansky, and Face Off and Broken Arrow. The list goes on and on. I personally like this movie because Bruce Willis is fucking trippin. The muthafucka starts tweaking and killing people with no emotion. I wont say who bites the bullet but you find that he does not discriminate. This being said what ever poison that fool used in aerosol form to merk off the henchmen following him into the parking garage, man I got to get me some of that shit. Once again we have a movie that if you are just sitting around couple of drinks in hand, its a good time. You get to see Richard Gere shadow box in his prison cell to show you that he is still as tough as his character Zack Mayo but as pretty as Edward Lewis.
Other cameos are from people like Sophie Okonedo and Ravil Isyanov, who was a fuckin G.
Check it out. You wont be disappointed.

The Return Of Machine

There are many things that people get excited about. They can be as simple as a change in the season, winning at some sort of game, or even accomplishing a goal that you have set.
When I was young I used to get excited about stuff like summer break, or getting a new car. I mean getting some play from a chick is a huge stroking of the ego.
But it is not as much when the play you are getting from this particular female happens 3-4 times a week. You are used to it.
Little things interest kids, like fireworks, Great America, toys etc. As we grow up it gets to be other shit.
Unlike many people in world I make it a priority to keep up with my friends not matter what happens to them. I was talking with my father one day and I noticed how few people he spoke to from his younger years. I mean he still knows them , but he doesn't see them and call them regularly. Whether through business, moving around, starting a family, changing careers, there are probably a million reasons why people grow apart. I am fortunate enough to still know and speak to many of the people that I went to grammar and high school with. The friendships that people form during their developmental years are very important. During that time you weed out the shady characters and keep around the ones who generally want nothing else from you other than your time and friendship.
I look forward to seeing them when it's been a long time apart and we hang out like time was never lost. But we all know that it was. Things change, people move, relatives die, people have kids, lose jobs, buy homes, get shot, get mugged, get whooped, and even get locked up. Life is funny and nobody knows how their story is going to turn out. I believe any particular series of events that happen in any particular order ultimately determine the outcome of any random event in our lives.
After being in a car accident I remember thinking, "why the fuck didn't I just turn down the other street?" Or had I not been speeding I would have arrived at the scene of where the accident occurred later and maybe it would have been someone else's car. Any series of events can determine anything.
This brings me to Machine.
Machine is coming home. Machine is my friend. I care about his well being and generally don't want anything from him other than his time and hanging out and shit. Over the years he has moved, I have moved he, he moved back, I moved again. Then we didn't hang out for a long time and when we did it was like time was never lost.

Everybody's All-American: Deion Sanders

Deion Sanders is an American Institution. He is the reason why people are so flamboyant in the sports world. He could honestly be regarded as one the greatest natural athletes of all time. Many people are great at playing their particular sport but most aren't great at several.

In the late 80's and early 90's who wouldn't want to be like Deion Sanders? Did you know this dude actually came out with a remix to his Prime Time album? it was released in 2005. Shit man, look at this punk curl. His shit is on point.

Here is a little bit o luv about Deion. Some fast facts:

NFL Defensive Player of the Year in 1995 with the San Fransisco 49ers.

Only man to play in both a World Series and Super Bowl

Played baseball with the New York Yankees 1989-90, Atlanta Braves 1991-94, Cincinnati Reds 1994-95, 1998, 2001, and San Fransisco Giants 1995.

Played Cornerback with the Atlanta Falcons 1989-93, San Fransisco 49ers 1994, Dallas Cowboys 1995-99, Washington Redskins 2000, and Baltimore Ravens 2004-05.

Won 2 Super Bowls: San Francisco 49ers in the 1994, and Dallas Cowboys in 1995.

First man to hit a Major League home run, and score an NFL touchdown in the same week. He first accomplished this feat as a rookie in 1989, with the New York Yankees and the Atlanta Falcons.

Only man to play in an NFL football game and in a Major League Baseball game on the same day.

As far as football is concerned, he is considered to be one of the greatest cover cornerbacks ever. Although he has been through the ringer in his personal life, man if I had his success I might struggle with it as well. I think over all he has handled it well and respected by his peers and other commentators. He is not just a face that people recognize, he has legitimate info to add to any conversation. All of the current and former players look up to this dude.

On a personal note I really liked the interviews he did with AT&T Blueroom. Brian Urlacher and LT, Tony Gonzalez, man they all are happy to see prime. Besides the fact that it is athletes showing off the fruits of their labor. The funny part is Prime's crib is shitting on all of their houses combined. The only one I think was just super tight was Tony Gonzalez. But I think that has more to do with my personal taste than anything. This fool got a 1000 watt smile when everyone else got a 100. Natural lefty, this dude even irons his own clothes. I really like how he inspires people and how the NFL keeps him involved enough to almost let him be like a Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton to troubled players. i.e. Pacman dumb ass. I would not have wasted a drop of sweat on that fool. I would have looked at him the same way shady Larry Merchant looked at Sonny Liston. He was described as an "illiterate, confrontational, ex-con." LMAO... what a dick. I'm still snickering about that one.

As for life outside of football. All you have to say is Pilar.

Movie Of The Day: Dead Presidents

Dead Presidents was one of those movies that nobody saw coming. Released in October of 1995, man that movie became an instant classic.
The barrage of characters and list of amazing actors playing them was just unbelievable. The entire movie for the most part is centered around Larenz Tate, the Maurice Jones-Drew of the acting world. Before we go on I will give you a brief synopsis.

Larenz Tate is Anthony Curtis, a good-natured high school kid in 60s New York who is enjoying life with his girlfriend, Delilah and good friends, Skip (Chris Tucker in an early role) and Jose (Freddy Rodriguez) and running numbers for a local tough guy, Kirby (Keith David). Those days are not to last, however, as all three of the young friends end up in Vietnam. Following a fairly lengthy and well-done segment in the Nam, all three end up back in the old neighbourhood, where Anthony finds adjusting to civilian life difficult. Soon (and rather suddenly), the whole bunch of them are planning an armoured car heist.

For the most part that is the story, but there is so much more. This is really the first time we get to the light skinned Terrance Howard as Cowboy. That boy perm was on point. That fool was trippin. Cowboy got serviced. that shit was funny as fuck. This soft voice jackass tried get big and got whooped. Then that brings us to one of my personal favorites. This dude has starred in everything from House Party, Deep Cover, to Next Friday, and Street Kings. The list goes on and on. Most people that love the occasional hood classic know this dude as Chauncy. Chauncy was one of my favorites characters in Menace. You know you have made it when people use a character from a movie in which you starred in to describe an action. For example, " Man, fuck that Chauncy-ass nigga!" Sounds funny doesn't it? Well I have heard people do it man.
This brings us to Cutty, a character that transcends art. If he were a real life character he would still be alive today. People like him just cannot be killed off. Like when that punk pulled off in the introductory scene between him and Anthony. Or when he is seen leaving Anthony's and has a few words with him. They left no stone unturned in this movie. Everybody got it. Even Christopher Moltisanti got it. They cut off his pecker and put it in his mouth.
Chris Tucker, man I don't know what the fuck happened to that fool, he was just outta there.
He went out like Roemello Skuggs' pops did in Sugar Hill. Eyes blue, t.v. still on, O.D. on a hot pack or something. Probably peed on himself. so sad. The whole feeling behind the movie in the end was somewhat depressing. But I can laugh at shit like that. It just hit a note with what people actually thought about Vietnam back then. A perfect example is at the end when Martin Sheen suggests that Vietnam was not a real war when comparing it to the Korean War. They mention this several times during the movie. Not only should they not receive pardon for the acts, but also they aren't 'real ' soldiers is the feeling I got.
That being said if you dont own this film, please run out and pick it up today. You wont regret it.
It is a must own.
By the way what the fuck ever happened to Bokeem Woodbine?
And why would I still date Jennifer Lewis thick ass even though she was born the same year as my auntie. Idk, I'm just saying tho.

Piece Of The Day: Sanaa Lathan

What does anyone need to really say about this chick. This lady is by far one of the baddest women you will ever see grace any film reel to come out of Hollywood. She gives solid performances in movies, although she may not have been cast in many hood classics; the ones that she does star in we would not be ashamed to let our mothers watch them.
The first time I saw her was in Blade, with black-ass Wesley. And she had such a short role. I was thinking how could B.A.W.S. (Black Ass Wesley Snipes.) have a momma that super raw. Not in a million years. The only movie she was in where her competition was equally as bad, and that was The Best Man, I don't know about now, but back in 99' I definitely might have considered breaking off Nia Long even though I had Sanaa at home.
But that is another story. We didn't really get to see a good shot at them booty cakes until she played Monica Wright in Love and Basketball. She was letting Q from Juice blast off in her. His character was frustrated anyway because President Palmer a.k.a. The Allstate dude was dog walkin his fine ass momma Debbi Morgan. She is also a piece, although longer in the tooth nowadays.
Probably the most unlikely role she had was in Alien VS Predator. The best part of that whole movie was at the end after everyone has died the predator burns the shit out of her face on some ritualistic bullshit ( would have pissed me the fuck off ) and then this fool proceeds to scream in her grill, loud as hell, which I also would assume was some ritualistic bullshit.
That muhfukka knew he was wrong for that.
Now Brown Sugar was decent and another movie that Taye Diggs was playing her love interest.
I like this chick because you never hear any bad shit about her. You don't hear about how she is hard to work on set like Vivica Fox. Unfortunately 50 knew something we didn't know V. Fox, she hit the wall years ago. You don't hear about how Sanaa Lathan has slept around, and chugged every hot dick in the industry, you know like they say about Gabrielle Union. Just plain and simple you don't hear shit. I'm sure we would like to see her take it off for Heff or something like that, but I'm sure she doesn't need the money. Not yet at least. Plus the Prince of Zamunda, Adewale Ogunleye is teeing off on her ass every chance he gets I'm sure. That fool probably done damaged some shit up in there.
I hope she stays around for a long time. She is approaching 40 and still looks like she is in her mid to late 20's what more could you ask for. Actually I'm going to post another picture of her just because.

Dog Walked By The Man...

Every now and then a person appears on the scene that is so completely unusual and utterly vicious and insane that you cannot help but feel sorry for that person.
The person that I chosen to comment on this week is none other than ya boy Iron Mike aka. Kid Dynamite.
Mike Tyson is the modern day equivelant of a real life gladiator. For the better part of 25 + years we have watched Mike break himself down over and over again. Mike matured during the golden years of the media. There is enough video footage on Mike to keep you rolling forever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwFW834Mrcc
Recently I had the chance to watch the most recent documentary on Mike directed by James Tobak. Now, I am a huge boxing fan and have watched every Mike docu and movie that they have ever released. One thing is different with this one. Clearly Mike has aged and this muhfukka continues to be nuts and indulge in his own pity party. I feel sorry for this dude I really do. But unless you have the I.Q. of a fucking monkey ( probably a 50 piece at best ) how in the world can you squander 300-400 million duckets.
That my friends is unforgivable. Mike was taken advantage of by the people who should have been looking out for him. That is the real tragedy. I mean come the fuck on, this dude is not going to teach us new things about stem cell research, or unlock some mystery to the universe.
Mike needs real friends with real good intentions. No matter how many times I hear Mike so eloquently display his vastly superior vocabulary, I can only think that just because most people cant spell the words you use doesn't mean you should insert them into any old sentence.
I could live to be 150 years old and never see another dude like Mike Tyson.
This guy is a national treasure that needs to be nurtured and remembered for what he brought to boxing. But, I can say one thing; put the freak of nature into the ring with anyone.. and I do mean anyone, when he was in his prime. He would wipe the fuckin floor wit em. In the words of my guy Mookdizzle, " what the fuck are you gonna do against this stud in a dark alley?"
That boy grab a hold of you and put that Catskill NY grip on u, man you better pack a full lunch.
You'd have to crack that dome with a bag of washers or plug him with a .45 or something high caliber.
i.e. Mitch Green.
"I can't wait til the 28th, I'm gonna make you my girlfriend; you're sweet make sure you kiss me good with those big lips."
~Mike Tyson~

Piece of the Day: Sintra Bronte

Here we go again. one of the baddest chicks to ever be born. Sintra Bronte.

Chances are you know this piece.

Her picture graces the walls of airports, Jamaica Tourist Board (JTB) offices worldwide, hotel lobbies, board rooms, travel agencies and museums internationally. The red wet T-shirt clinks to her body, caressing her full bosom and perfect 10 figure.But for 28 years the girl on the poster has remained a mystery.She is Trinidadian Sintra Arunte-Bronte who caught the eye of a photographer from Doyle Dane, an American advertising company commissioned by the JTB to do the poster, as she stood outside the hotel, now known as Le Meridien Jamaica Pegasus. Sintra was dressed in a close-fitting orange, brown and gold knit top, with a low scooped neckline. The photographer was scouting for a woman who could portray the beauty of an island woman and she was game.

She told Showtime that in 1972 when she posed for the poster she never thought it would have had such an international impact."It took seven and a half hours to capture the right effect. The photographer said to me, 'Sintra I want you to think of the most beautiful thing or person while posing'. I thought of a Jamaican man I had fallen in love with from the first day I set my eyes on him. That picture was dedicated to him and will be for the rest of my life," she said.The impact of the poster immediately triggered a number of fairytale events in Sintra's life and continue to do so today. A boat owned by a wealthy Montegonian, John McConnell, was named after her, so too was a race horse and two years ago a Swiss company named one of the watches from the Rado line, Sintra. At a cost of US$2,000 the watch can be bought in a number of inbond stores in Jamaica, including Royal Shop and Swiss stores.

Now that is some shit. Here beauty single handedly changes the scope of Jamaican tourism for ever. Her image is synonymous with the islands.

Shit,..man I cant stop looking at her ass.

Movie Of The Day: Black Belt Jones

Ahhh...Jim Kelly. Every one's favorite light-skinned badass.

That dude had the baddest afro in the game for about 5 years straight. With his slick talk and trademark swagger and that all important "oooyyeee!" he used to belt out upon dishing blows. Man this dude was the truth.

I used to watch this movie all the time as a kid. My pops had it in VHS along with other movies from the time. But this was one of my favorites. That boy was living the life.

For anyone who has not seen the movie here is a brief synopsis:

The Mafia, who learns that the City is planning a new civic center is buying the land where it will be, and the one piece they don't have is the karate school owned by Papa Byrd. Now Big Tuna, the Mafia Don's right hand man goes to Pinky, their representative in that area and they tell him that he owes them $250,000 but in lieu of paying him they want him to get Papa Byrd's school. He tries to muscle him but he throws him out and one of the teachers calls Black Belt Jones, a friend of Papa Byrd to talk to him but before could Pinky accidentally kills him. Before dying he said that the school belongs to Sydney, whom nobody knows. But Black Belt knows that Sydney is his daughter whom he hasn't seen since she was a child. Black Belt asks a government friend of his to find her and he does and she arrives for the funeral and learns about Pinky and goes there and roughs up some of his people. Pinky then goes over to the school and with some back up manages to subdue them and take one of them, and demands either Sydney turn the school over to him or pay him $250,000. Black Belt asks his friend to look into it and discovers the Mafia connection and decides to kill two birds with one stone it seems that his friend wants him to break into the Mafia stronghold and get some photos that they have and some hot cash. Black belt succeeds and hold $250,000 for Pinky and after giving it to Pinky, he calls his boss to tell that it was Pinky who raided his place. When Pinky convinces Tuna that he is innocent they go after Black Belt.

The thing I always liked about Jim Kelly, unlike other heroes of the day was the fact that he was pretty, but he did look like he could kick your fuckin teeth in.
He wasn't no punk bitch. He was about 6'2", cut like a muhfukka, and had mad moves. That boy had a way with the ladies and always had gear. He stayed clean.
I cant figure out for the life of me why they did Papa Byrd like that, but I can say that he had one of best "death" faces in cinematic history.
Lets not forget about the memorable cast, but the most important next to Black Belt Jones was the lovely Sydney, played by Gloria Hendry. There were a slew of thick pieces back in the day but most of them fell from off the map. Every one's favorite red bone Brenda from Cooley High, Synne from Black Samurai, Dorinda from Truck Truner ( She was never that thick in Star Trek) and Pam Grier. I mean the list goes on. But one of the things that separated Gloria fromt the rest was that she was a Bond girl. Before she licked the sweat off Jim Kelly's booty cheeks in BBJ, she was making Roger Moore's toes pop. That funny bodied Brit never new what good loving was until then. Turtle necks and all, that fool was in love. I have to say, the story was your typical Jim Kelly story, but this movie is a good time. They even had a nice little car chase and some sexy scenes.
This is definitely a classic and if you don't own it I'm sure you can order it on dvd somewhere. Find a day when its sunny out and you ain't got shit to do. Get together with some of your guys and I guarantee you will trip the fuck out on this shit.

This movie needs no rating. You should see it just because.

How Is This Possible

I woke up this morning, first of all just happy that I awoke.
Give thanks every time. It occurred to me that I am just being lazy when it comes to my body. I have wasted too much time living it up and eating good. I need to get back in shape be more disciplined.
I live in a part of the city that has a great view of our beloved lake Michigan ( and yes I capitalized the L and the M because I am proud. )
No more that a few hundred yards from water, my morning and dusk views are the best.
Sitting there watching the Survivor Man that I dvr'd last night at 3am, I am getting my stuff ready for work. I started to believe that I was squandering my youth.
I am not a spring chicken but being in my early 30's has caused me to reflect on the amount of time that I wasted not putting to use the high metabolic rate that comes along with being young.
I am not a small person and never have been. But my body has always been fairly easy for me to control and usually responds to what I do to it very quickly.
That being said, I am tired of this shit and going to the gym. I was at the mall yesterday and noticed that a particular style and size of jeans that I wanted, was not available in my size. That fucking pissed me off. I am officially angry about that. Like 5 years ago I could have slid in them bitches with no problems. Hell, 2 years ago . Well maybe not like 2 years ago, but definitely 3-4. I must change my ways.
I am working in the career that I want getting paid what I feel I deserve. I have a nice home a decent car and my body is the only thing left to fix.

This brings us to the title of this post. This piece of human growth hormone that you see pictured above. Is absolutely in-fuckin-credible. I mean this chick is an abomination. As are many that we see blessed with the thick gene. These people knew by their teens that they weren't built like the rest of the girls in the neighborhood.
This meaty piece is Brazilian. Now I have been to Brazil a few times. Once when I was 18 and once when I was about 24 or 25. But I must say, there was a drastic difference between the types of ladies that I saw walking about at 18 and the type that I saw at 25. There were clearly more thick women, or at least they were more out in the open.
I don't understand this.

Movie Of The Day: State Property

WTF. What else can you say. There have been alot of movies.
There have been alot of hood classics.
There are legitimate movies that moonlight as hood classics, such as Menace II Society, Boyz Da Hood, the usuals, you know Belly, Paid In Full and Set it Off.
Then you have movies that aren't hood classics because everybody from outside the hood went to see them as well, like American Gangster, Training Day, uh whats another one. King of New York, New Jack City. The list could not only go on but I am sure people might actually like to add other movies into a particular category. For example, I left out Juice and New Jersey Drive and Clockers. All decent movies, great cast and memorable scenes and appearances but generally either before their time, in terms of the overall acceptance of urban culture going mainstream, or people have their opinion on what a hood classic is.
Before we go on I will get this out the way. I am not including comedies and dramas in this. One would agree that The Best Man, The Wood, and Love Jones are far better movies than Booty Call, I'm Bout It and Straight Out of Brooklyn. But I'm sure you could make a case, depending on your preference that Eve's Bayou is every bit as good as Deep Cover. But those movies were designed to bring about a different type of emotion. I am not even going to compare Rosewood to Friday but you ask people to quote 3 lines from Friday, most people could do it.

Even though Friday grossed a little over 30mil and Rosewood did 100 they aren't any more or less popular.

Now this Brings us to SP. I think that this movie falls into the category of comedy. This shit was just too funny. Everything from the way Memph was acting, the vague and obscure answers Jay was giving and the over all shady direction the movie was sent in. This is a feeble attempt to show people the realism and grimy-ness that goes along with living the way that they lived.

Maybe I have a sick sense on humor but this shit was funny as fuck. These mother fuckers were twee kin. Good quality kills, decent one-liners, shotty special effects actually add to the humor of it all.

If you catch this is on a Saturday after noon, and you ain't got shit to do. This shit will have you trippin. Beanie brings new meaning to the word strong arming.

On a 5 star rating system I'd give it 2.5

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Wrong Chick For You

Have you ever went out on a date and you knew before you picked the girl up that you were going to do wrong by her? At what ever time and or place where numbers were exchanged you looked her in the eye and knew down deep in your balls that you were going to screw this chick at some point.
Why does that happen. And why do we continue to go out with them regardless. They only thing that is going to keep most men around is great sex. If the sex is mediocre then there better be plenty of it to go around. If you are not doing your job in the bed room, you will not keep your man.
I remember going on a date with a girl from New York. Now, at the time being 29 y.o. to her 23 wasn't that bad. But it was bad enough.
Living in Chicago ( not the size of N.Y. but continues to be the 3rd largest city in the U.S. ) I have traveled everywhere but choose to live here. Someone one who has only been to a hand full of major cities or states for that matter should not be allowed to have an opinion on much.
This is case where the hater ism in her voice got her the eye. The eye that says, " Bitch, I'm going to play you like a fucking banjo. I am going to pay for this meal, completely disrespect you and roast you until you can even figure out why you went out with me in the first place, then I'm going to sleep with you..put in a lackluster performance and never call you again."
I cannot stand stand an underdeveloped mind on a young woman. You are already young, now you are fucking stupid too? WTF!!!

Then there is the " Look at me I lost 100 lbs....yippeee.. now I can start acting like I'm the shit."
Major no-no.
I have one of these in my building, this beast of a retard actually believes she is a player.
Always has a story about some guy she is screwing over or how she had to let so and so go because, he was getting to close.
She needs to be lucky these people don't have a problem with hanging skin. That's what she needs to be worried about. I cant even begin to tell you how horrible that is to have to deal with.
When I was about 25, I went to a BBQ and hung out with some friends. There was this one friend who wanted to date me but for lack of a better word- she was too fucking big.
She had other friends by this time I was making my way down the friend list. Tamina, Katlyn, Ebony,...etc. I don't remember this chicks name , but she was kind of tall about 5'9" - 5"10" or so, she had a gorgeous face and a so-so body. Very hidden lots of wraps and cloaks and shit.
As the night wound down, I figured WTF, I'd like taste of something before I lay it down so I asked her back to my place.
She agreed, when we go t back she was very horny and touchy feely, as we made out and started touching each over, I started to feel the squishy-ness of it all. I noticed how un firm everything was. We had some drinks and she mentioned to me that she had lost a buck twenty five in like a few years. This puck pulled out a picture of how swole she used to be. In my mind I was like "Daaaaaayyyyyummm!"
That chin, them sunk in eyes, Fuck B!!
Anyways, used my ever so subtle trademark," Hey lets take it in the bed room"
She tried to do the I'm gonna leave my shirt on thing, but I wasn't having it. I wildly pulled it off ruining her hair. She was nervous but very nice and sweet. She said it had been a minute so she wanted me to take it easy. Understandable.
She was decent. Cooch was good, had energy, sucked me etc. But when I was done,.. she was like can I take a shower. I was like sure. I saw her in the shower and the hanging skin, man,.... fuck. I don't regret much, but I feel bad..she was really nice and fun to be around..not sure why that imagery is scorched into my mind considering all the other shit I have done, but it is.
Woooooooooooo!!!