There is a major problem with the generation we have today. Even though there are a lot of technological and medical advances in my short time here, I gotta say that it hasn’t led to a greater generation
Spanking your kids
Most kids are dumb. They will fuck up from time to time. So as a parent it is your job to make sure your kids fuck up the least amount. My parents whooped my ass when I fucked up. A kid doesn’t have a firm grasp of consequences. They wont think stealing this pack of gum will put them in jail. But if they got their ass whooped by their parents, they will know that stealing a pack of gum will get them an asswhooping.
They will learn later that it will put them in jail. But now with all these child abuse bullshit laws, parents are too scared to discipline these fuck ups. Then they grow up without discipline and become douchebags.
When I was a kid, there was no such thing as ADD. Parents are blame dodging assholes. Oh my son can’t focus on studying. Of course they can’t focus you dumbass. They are kids. They have their mind fixated on fun shit. Studying for a kid is the last thing they wanna do. But then they go see a fucking whack job doctor that wants to take your money and claim your kid has ADD. Prescribe you some pills and say it will help your kid focus. Adderol is like diet cocaine. Trust me, I have had some before so I speak from experience.
Same thing for depression. There are actual signs for this bullshit diagnosis. Here they are if you are wondering:
§ Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness.
§ Loss of interest in daily activities.
§ Appetite or weight changes.
§ Sleep changes.
§ Irritability or restlessness.
§ Loss of energy.
§ Concentration problems.
§ Unexplained aches and pains.
Look everyone feels some of these symptoms. You get tired. You get bored of shit. Sometimes you aint hungry. Its just that people are not as tough as they used to be. Our fathers and grandfathers have been thru wars, depression, political strife and shit ton of other things. They didn’t need a pill to make em feel better. They just sucked it up and fucking powered through. But people don’t power through anymore. Instead of trying to fix themselves because they are shitty, they chalk it up to being diagnosed with depression.
3) Bullshit statistics
People don’t understand that statistics can be altered. Someone recently rattled off a stat she heard that 1 in 4 women are raped. I wanted to call bullshit because that number seemed really high. Who care about that stat? Just let it go. For some reason I couldn’t because these types of stats can add to the pussy-ness of this generation. I am dismissing rape in a casual sense at all. I know people that have been raped and its been really tough on them. However, I think that sometimes girls are equating regret with rape. Let me explain…
Sometimes you are pure drunk. The guy you considered a platonic friend said don’t drive drunk just crash at my place. You consider him a friend because he doesn’t meet you standards or he doesn’t turn you on. Anyways, so you sleep on his bed and his ass makes a move on you. You don’t fully remember but next thing you know your friend is laying pipe and then he pulls out and nuts on your stomach. I guess he respects you. You are not sure how you feel about what happened and then the next morning you regret it and you may claim it as rape.
How about the 16 year old chick that is dating an 18 year old dude? They start fucking which is natural. Then he fucks up and they get into a fight. By law this dude is a rapist too.
Also sometimes when you broads say no, it doesn’t always mean that.
I can agree that 1 in 4 chicks have been violated. But rape? I don’t think so. The reason I am riled up about this situation is because with younger chicks that have been hearing these types of stats. They will look back and claim they too have been raped when in all actuality you were just one dumb broad that regretted the dick that was inside you. Then with the mindset that you have been raped, you gonna be fucked up automatically. You are gonna have relationship problems and then chalk them problems to you being “raped”. Instead of figuring out why you suck at relationships you just blame it on the raped.
Then you are gonna get depressed about it and get a pill for that.
I hope that this year people start to man up and be completely real with themselves. Please stop being pansy muthafackas. Thanks!
This one is gonna sound fucked up but its what I am feeling and its my blog so if you don’t like it eat a big bowl of dick.
I’ve been seeing some broads in the late 20s-early 30s acting a fool in the clubs and bars. Here is my message to you useless jizz jars:
I absolutely detest when these older broads are acting like they are 22 and shit. You guys might have been cute back then but the same shit you pulled back then was “excused” as cute because of y our age. The dudes that were messing with you back then let all that shit go because they wanted to get in your vagina then pull out and leave DNA lotion on your mug. Now that you are a full blown adult, all that shit you try to do at a club make you look retarded and dumb. If guys are fucking with you now, its because you were the last option. Let me say it again, they were trying to mess with them young bitches but since they got shot down, they gonna try to get at your leathery ass before they inevitably go home and jerk off if they strike out with you.
So what is the point of your old asses getting wasted and acting sloppy? Some of you might argue “What, I am just having fun.” Right because waking up the next morning with a stranger’s dead baby residue in your vagina and throat is always a good time. Shut it down and act like grown ass women. I ain’t hating on all women of this age range. Some of yall are great women who are smart and got their shit together. But some of you tramps are delusional. You may think you are a great catch but your friends have been lying to you. You aint cute no more.
I am not sure where I heard this analogy but I will state it here. Vagina is like a car. That shit starts to depreciate the older you get. I really wish there was a Kelley Blue Book or Beckett Price Guide on your ass.
Now some of you miserable zeroes will comment that I aint shit. You are absolutely right. I’m an awful person most of the times.
Women can shit on me all they want. They can say I was terrible in bed… OOOOH. That killed my self-esteem. Look you cum buckets. Get this through you pumpkin faces… I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. You let me put my penis in you and then let me nut on your grill. I absolutely fucking win.
FYI if a dude has baby showered on your face that is a clear sign that he doesn’t respect you. There is no way in hell I am gonna nut of the face of the mother of my children.
BTW. I did not get into a fight with my girl. We are doing absolutely great.
The reason I don’t do laundry often…
Over the years many folks have given me threads to wear and its partly the reason I don’t do laundry as often I should. Now if only I know folks that make boxers, towels, socks, and bedsheets, I may never do laundry again. Hahah.
So here are my shout outs in no particular order.
My Ninja (www.myninjaclothing.com)
Peter from My Ninja was always kind enough to give me some My Ninja shirts. I’ve worn them shirts so much on stage that people think its my company. They come to my merch booth to see if I am selling them shirts. Unfortunately, it aint my company and if you want a shirt you bess get em at the link above.
Timeless Brand (www.timelessbrand.net)
The homie Sang from Timeless hooked me but with some dope Can’t Beat LA shirts. I wear that shit with pride because I live in the best city in the world! If you don’t believe me look it up on google. But even if you aint from LA its cool, you can still get em. I also have a shirt with my favorite Korean movie on it.
Naem Denim (www.naemdenim.com)
I have known the homie Kevin for many years. We went to college together and he was always a cool cat. He is running Naem Denim. I aint a denim head but I gotta say that the jeans that I got from them are dope. Its not like the shitty 20 dollar old navy jeans but it aint ridiculously expensive either. I aint spending $600 for a pair of jeans unless they got $500 in the pockets. So they are affordable but also comfortable and they don’t have Brett Farve endorsing them so I guess they are doing something right.
Met Anthony at UC Merced. Him and Mike Song (KABA Modern) were there for a gig as was I. He was a real cool dude and it turns out that he works at Kallusive. Even though I haven’t known the dude for long, he asked me if I wanted to come in. He said he would suit and boot me. I went into their offices today and he wasn’t kidding. Thanks homie for the threads! It’s a lil gaudy for my taste but yo, they have a good message behind each shirt so I shall be rocking that shit. Plus, I can now get into Armenian parties if I wanted to. I’m just playing foo! I met the whole staff today and they were all real chill and cool. Good luck to yall!
Creative Recreation (www.cre8rec.com)
Although my homie Andy don’t work there anymore. He always laced me up with some dope kicks. Thanks brother for shoes. I think now about 80 percent of my shoes I wear are Creative Recs. They are some dope shoes. Some chick once told me that women look at a dudes shoes . Apparently its important. I don’t know shit about fashion but if it is true, you may be responsible for the amount of tail I got within the last 4 years. Well thinking about it now, I didn’t get that much tail in the last 4 years so thanks A LOT ANDY!
My homeboys DPD and Danny Park always were nice enough to give me some FRA shirts. They are big time hustlers and I have known these putos for YEARS! Although, they don’t really work on FRA anymore, when they did, that shit was cracking!
For those that I forgot to mention, I apologize. I just know these homies a lot more.
I don’t know much about this guy but from what I read, this dude is pretty fucking badass.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Lachhiman Gurung, a badass Nepalese dude. Mr. Gurung was part of the 8th Gurkha Rifles. I had to do research but being a part of the Gurkha Rifles is pretty badass already. Their war cry is the Gurkhas are here. Anyone that announces that they are ready to fight right before a battle in war is pretty nuts.
Anyways on May 12, 1945, Mr. Gurung and his homeboys of the 8th Gurkha Rifles were defending a spot in Burma. All of a sudden they got ambushed by 200 or so Japanese soldiers. Historically, the Japanese were assholes all over Asia. This is where Mr. Gurung earned the title of the Most Badass Asian of all Time.
The Japanese soldiers started throwing a fuck load of grenades into the trenches that Mr. Gurung and his homies were in. I don’t know if its logical but it was logical for Mr. Gurung picked up the grenades that landed near him and threw em back at the Japanese. Its hot potato with crazier consequences. Well the third grenade he picked up actually blew up in his had. The Koreans have a term for when something like this happens. Its called jjohtdessuh or JDS for short. Basically it means you are royally fucked.
The explosion pretty much “blew off his fingers, shattering his arm and severely wounding him in the face, body and right leg.” Th dude was pretty much blind and crippled after this but Mr. Gurung was not gonna let these Japanese assholes have their way. Reports say that he pulled out his knife and jammed it into ground while he yelled “No one will pass her today!”
He then grabbed his gun and yelled “Now come and fight a Gurkha!” I mean even after getting the right side of his body blown off he had the testicular fortitude to yell out fucking awesome man quotes.
So with his off hand this dude started shooting oncoming Japanese soldiers for 4 hours straight. I can’t even jerk off with my off hand but this dude shot reloaded and shot for 4 hours straight. His strategy was simple. He would lay low in the trench and avoid getting shot. Generally that’s a good plan. Then he would wait for the soldiers to be close enough damn near right above him. He will them pop up with a rifle and yell Surprise ala Derek Zoolander and shot bastards in the face with his left hand. Then he would have to reload and shoot again with that left hand.
By the time the battle was over, Gurung was chilling there with 31 dead Japanese soldiers all around him. Gurung had to be hospitalized and treated for a major case of right arm and face being blown off syndrome.
He told his superiors that he would like to finish the war with his battalion. After the shit he just did, who would object. Finished the war with his folks and once the war was retired, he ended up in Britain.
He received the Victoria Cross, “the highest and most prestigious award for gallantry in the face of the enemy that can be awarded to British and Commonwealth forces.” Like most cases with medals like these, he was one of the very few people that received the award will still living.
For this I salute you Mr. Gurung. You are truly one of the most Badass Asians of our time.
I have a buddy with some ridiculous game. He pulls chicks like he is trying to beat Chamberlain. Let’s call him Solo. Kinda sounds like Beavis and Butthead and an all around creep, but you gotta love this guy. Anyways Solo has a many ridiculous stories but here are some of my favorite:
99 Cent Store
So a few years ago, I head out to my buddy KSW’s birthday party. We head to a small hole in the wall drinking stablishment. I can’t remember where because I was supremely smashed that night. Anyways after bar, we ended up at a Karoake Room (AKA NRB). This is when Solo decided to make his entrance with a girl in tow. This girl was pretty good looking with a decent rack. I didn’t see her ass because that is disrespectful. So he introduces her to everyone. When I went in to shake her hand I looked at her and I had a sense that this chick was a bit off. She had a little crazy in her eyes. What transpired that night was one of the oddest NRB experiences I have ever had. And I have had a lot of em…
Every time Solo got to microphone to sing, Crazy Eyes decided that she would be his backup dancer. I was like this is one supportive bitch. The first time was cute, the fifth time I was thinking this girl is high! I understand the urge to dance to a fast upbeat song. That’s cute. But when someone starts backup dancing to slow ballads, you got a problem. That is what she did.
The night ends with like most nights in Ktown. You’re drunk, smell like cigarettes, and pretty much are guaranteed to wake up with a gnarly (yes I used the word gnarly) hangover. The next day, I had to meet up Solo for lunch so as soon as I met him I asked about the Crazy Eyes. “Where the hell did you find her?” He responds, “I found her at the 99 cent store.” I was like why the hell did you pick her up at a 99 cent store. Why the fuck were YOU at the 99 cent store? He responds “ Think about she is Korean and at the 99 cent store. She has made a lot of bad decisions in her life. She is at the end of the road dude.” I responded “you sir are fucking brilliant!”
All You Can Eat BBQ
Solo and some buddies recently went to an Korean Club. For all you folks that are not familiar with a Korean Club think of it like a normal club in Hollywood (ie filled with chinese folks) but they have a concept called booking. Booking is like speed dating. Waiters bring girls to a table of dudes. They converse and if the guy has enough game or money (game substitute) you may be able to take a girl home.
So Solo and my buddy Headright are sitting at a table and they see this chick sitting at by herself at a distance. Being a persuasive bastard, Headright tells Solo to go holler at her. Solo went over there and spend a good amount of time talking to her. He comes back to the table and tells Headright that she is a bit of a downer. Headright said “So? Go take her home you silly man.” Solo shrugged and went back to the chicks table. After some more frivolous banter, Solo takes her back to her place. I guess she was such a downer her friends ditched her.
What happened next made me laugh for 2 days straight. At her place(far as fuck), Solo tried to get cracking on the activity of making his ballsack rhythmically hit her poop chute AKA sex. But she stopped him. She told him that they will have sex if he promises to buy her all you can eat Korean BBQ the next day. She bartered her vagina for some AYCE BBQ! Solo agreed and they boned. So the next day, Solo drives the girl to Ktown for BBQ, then drops her off at her place which is far as fuck, then he comes back to Ktown where he lives. Wow!
Moral of this story is Korean Food Makes Panties Drop!