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!!!