This guy is superman only, he does nothing; Nothing but have sex 15 times a day and eat raw mutten! No shaking hands, and definitely no demonstrations of strength…he could get over excited and can’t control himself! The vid shows him rip a few coins in half and bend them with his eye sockets, big deal. Either this guy has the strength of Bruce Banner’s Sasha Fierce, or he has put down the most vicious game ever on his four wives. You be the judge.
Its everywhere. Its at work. In the news. On the streets. It ruins relationships, cancels debates, and fuels bootlegging. The Fakeness. If you’ve followed my tweets lately, you already know that I’ve been stung by the fakeness and I’m about as bitter as black columbian coffee. You also probably know where this is going. Stop the fakeness and stop it now. Lets discuss how the fakeness has slithered its way into your life, shall we?
I’m a good sport. Actually, I’m probably the best sport. Ever. “Benefit of the doubt” is my middle name. I took home the sportsmanship award in Gus Macker Tournaments across the country. I was awarded Best Personality superlative in high school AND college, which is pretty much the good sport award. I’m not mad but I mean, really guys?
I got the opportunity to meet up with some of tomorrow’s leaders and discuss Hip Hop. Its a club of sorts, where we listen, watch, and discuss all things hip hop, from its origin to present day. Our first few conversations have not only been tremendously eye opening, but have prompted a few discoveries about our beloved Hip Hop: 5 Reason why Hip Hop is Disco 2008. Warning: This is a rant from an old guy reminiscing about the golden era and is currently dissatisfied about the state of the art.
