Posted April 22nd, 2009 by

So I get back to LA from Hartford. I was dead tired but I knew that the trip was just beginning. I pulled another all nighter on tuesday/wednesday to get on a flight at 7AM! I better stop doing that early morning flight bullshit. This part of the trip was with my buddies DPD, who offered to be a videographer for the trip and Kwon Sang Woo, who offered to do jack shit. 

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So we get to the Airport just in time because Peachies drove us and she drives like a maniac. Good ole Virgin America. I have to say it is my favorite airline. The inside is always clean and the entertainment system is solid. Unfortunately, I didnt utilize the tv because I was knocked out for the whole trip to NYC. 

Once at JFK, my buddy Hanbom (Stonybrook) came to pick us up. Hanbom is a staff member at the Stonybrook KSA and also a member of the Stonybrook Rugby team. He is a big dude and has all his teeth. He is single too so ladies if you are interested in a big korean dude let me know. Anyways, it was a squeeze since we brought so much shit for this trip. Camera, tripod, 2 bags of merchandise, our clothes. We had to carry suitcases on our laps.  Thanks Jimmy for having the worlds dirtiest trunk. Haha. 

We get to campus with showtime about 2 hours away. We get to the food court and devour some whack ass sandwich. DPD was beat so he just found a random bench and went to sleep. He woke up with this old lady giving him a flyer about Jesus. I guess he looked like a drugged out runaway kid that has not found God yet. He did look kinda cracked out. 

So show starts and I am asked to host the show. It was an interesting show. There was rapping, singing, dancing, korean drumming, and Hanbom on the saxophone. The show was pretty fun and the students showed lots of love. After the show we went to this shitty dive bar for the after party. Lots of people from the show were there so they too showed some love. It was kinda fun. 

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Jimmy is a Mexican who is also a part of KSA staff. Thats fucking awesome.

After the party, we went to our host’s place. Dave Woo, president of KSA, was kind enough to let us crash on his bed and couch.  Thanks to the KSA staff especially Hanbom and Dave for the hospitality. Good luck with the rest of the school year fuckers!

Up next, the disaster in New Jersey…

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Posted April 22nd, 2009 by

This past week has been an action packed one. I did 5 shows in 4 different states. I met a ton of interesting people. Here is the recap:

Sunday (4/12) Wesleyan University

I pull an all nighter to get on a 6:20AM flight! I hate morning flights. I hate flights in general but this one was rough. I had a layover in Minnesota and then off to Hartford Connecticut. I hate Northwest airlines. How can you be on a 4+ hour flight and there isnt a tv. The flights were very turbulent. I was sleeping and I swore we landed 3 times but it was just the turbulence. I wanted to kill the infants on the plane that were crying. It was just not good. So after feeling like utter shit, I finally get to Hartford. Good ole Patrick from Wesleyan picks me up and takes me to the campus. We have Thai for lunch and the Pad See Ew wasnt that great but at this point if it wasnt moving, id eat it.
After the lunch, we had to campus and the venue that I am performing at was quite crazy looking. It was a basement room with no chairs. I stage that looked like a 3rd grader built and the feedback from the speakers kept on destroying the sound. The walls were covered in graffiti. I was told that earlier in the year Robin Williams performed there. So i figure fuck it, if Robin did it, Imma smash this bitch too. The show went well. I would say about 50-60 people sat on the floor while I talked about anal beads and gay babies. The kids were really cool.

After the set I went to the hotel that Patrick booked me. The good ole passport inn. The area around Wesleyan is an interesting one. Lots of woods and winding roads. It felt like the Blair Witch Project. I hung out with Patrick, his gf stephanie, and matt. They were cool folks. We ate a whole lot at around 2am. The highlight of the day was the security system of my hotel room. First of all it was the first hotel I have been in where I had to use an actual key to get in. Ancient technology. But the locking system was crazy. There wasnt a dead bolt. Instead I had to rely on:
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I felt so damn safe. I am glad I made it outta there alive. Thanks Wesleyan especially Patrick, Steph, and Matt. It was fun times.

The next morning I left for LA but just to pick up merchandise and Kwon Sang Woo and DPD. The next part of trip will come soon!

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Posted April 7th, 2009 by

I just saw this video today and shout outs to Imani. Homeboy really loves women and has a series of video clips that make average ordinary women look like the most beautiful and sexy. Like this one:

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Although I talk a whole lotta shit, this is what I love to see and feel when i see a woman. It almost captures what a guy thinks and goes thru when you see your first crush in Junior High. Facking sexy man.

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Posted April 1st, 2009 by

Yesterday, I was hanging out some good buddies. After a couple of drinks in our system and Sportcenter blaring in the background we started talking about the good ole basketball players of yesteryears. There are a ton of players that were discussed but here are some players that need to be talked about IMO:

Hakeem Olajuwon

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Hakeem “the Dream” Olajuwon was a monster on the court.  This dude played picked up basketball at the age of 15 and within a couple of years this dude played college ball and took his team to 2 NCAA finals visits in a row.  In his prime, no one could stop him. He destroyed David Robinson in a playoff series. Now the Admiral was a damn good defender but the Dream straight up smashed him. 

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Even though I was not a fan of the the Rockets, I gotta admit that dude was outrageously good.

 

John Starks

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John Starks makes this list for one reason alone. He smashed the ball on the whole Bulls squad. In the picture above you see Horace Grant and Michael Jordan about to be on the receiving end of some nuttage. He wasnt the best guard in the league and the Knicks didnt win shit while he was there. But he was a tough little dude. He had to guard Michael Jordan every year during the playoffs and never backed down.  Too bad the Bulls continually fucked the Knicks in the ass every year in the 90s.

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Shawn Kemp

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I never liked the Seattle Supersonics but I thought Shawn Kemp was the future. I liked the dude so much I actually owned a Shawn Kemp jersey. You can throw the ball up and know that this dude was gonna make it into a highlight film material. As the picture above shows, the dude had some pretty crazy hops.  He and Gary Payton led the Sonics to the Finals where they got their ass handed to them by MJ and the Bulls. He was damn fun to watch tho. Too bad he decided to have like 10 plus kids and decided to eat like I normally would. Fucker got up to 300 lbs. So sad. Well here is Mr. Kemp when he was a bit more nimble:

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Cedric Ceballos

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Look I know this is more ridiculous that the John Starks above but hey I was born and raised a Laker fan. Cedric Ceballos was the only decent play in the Lakers when Magic and James Worthy left. He was before the Shaq, Kobe, Nick van Exel, and Eddie Jones. He and Sedale Threat were the only decent players on that squad. It was the dark ages of Laker Basketball. Cedric had to man the sinking ship from 92-95. Poor guy! The thing that always killed me about Cedric is that he ALWAYS shot a reverse layup. He would be wide open on the break and he would toss in a reverse layup. It made me want to punch him but he was a Laker so he is cool. He had a 50 Point Game! I dont even remember this!

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My list of ballers from the 90s will continue when I have nothing to write again. Adios!

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Posted March 22nd, 2009 by

Last weekend, I was in good ole Las Vegas because my friends and I wanted to get into some shenanigans. It was an interesting trip but I would have to say the highlight of the trip was my conversations with a stripper at Seamless. Now this place was just a normal titty bar. If you are not familiar with the laws of most states. Titty bars can serve alcohol but vagina bars are alcohol free. Being that my friends and I value alcohol more than seeing virtually unattainable and slightly diseased vagina, we went to a titty bar.

Seamless is a decent joint. Lots of hot girls in stripper garb with the just glittery chests and ass. This is all good in terms of appearance but it is a bitch and a half to get off your face. For that fleeting moment of excitment when that vegas whore just thrusts her chest onto your face, you must suffer the aftermath of having a raging hard boner and a trail of glitter in your face.

So my friends and I entered the strip club with just the hormonal urges to see breasts and drink. As I reached the bar, I was promptly met by an not so attractive stripper. She looked like a reject from Flavor of Love. Basically, not good to look at but might stab her with my meat sword with a decent amount of alcohol in my system.

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Upon conversation though, I was “mesmerized” by her sales pitch. She was awful. She starts the conversation with “Hey, you are just so damn sexy right now.” I looked at her and said thanks because no matter what the chick looks like its always flattering to hear that you are sexy. So she asks where I am from. I tell her that I am from Los Angeles, to which she says that she was supposed to be in LA that night but she didnt have the money to go. Awww! what a sob story. I was tempted to give her all my money but I resisted. Yes, I am not in the habit of supporting whoredom. Anyways, I asked her why she needed to be in LA in the first place. She responds that her grandmother died and needs to attend her funeral.

Here is the thing. I am all for listening to sales pitches. Even when telemarketers call, I will have a conversation with them just to see how good they really are. I have yet to meet someone that whooed me. And this strippers pitches are also far from verbal ballet. How do you tell me about your dead grandmother. Sad story yes but seriously, how am I gonna pay for a lap dance if while you are vigourous rubbing your crotch on my newly washed jeans while the only thing I can think about is you grandmother in a casket? But I was still intrigued at how terrible this start was. I had to keep on talking to her.

I asked her what was on the “menu”. She said that for a whopping 400 bucks, she will give me an hour private session in a private room. I told her that I can get an escort for 300 for the same time period. She replies that she is better than an escort. I was quick to call bullshit because escorts fuck for a living. Strippers fuck when they find a guy willing to spend money in the private room. She tells me then a 30 minute session for 200 bucks. I tell her that again I can get an escort for less than that. I inform her that its the time discount I want. Rather, the price discount. I dont want to generalize but most strippers are not too bright. So when you here that they are trying to make money for college, I am going to say might as well save it for taking care of your kid or save it for bail money.

So the stripper looks at me and caresses my face and thighs with her dirty fingers. I am not too certain if they were indeed dirty but I am assuming she was in the back giving a rich dude a handjob and failed to wash her hands. With this pleasant thought implanted in my brain, I was quite the opposite of turned on. She tells me that by the end of the night, she will get me. She proceeded to tell me she wanted to marry me and that she wants to do very naughty things to me. Now usually, when some girl utters those types of words to me (it happens alot by the way) I am pretty psyched to bump uglies with the female but for some reason, Russell the Love Muscle stayed dormant.  I asked her what these naughty things entailed. She said that I can do anything I want with her. My imagination quickly went into a frenzy. I was wondering if she would let me take a dump on her chest. Not because it would turn me on (I am not Japanese). But rather, I wanted to know if she indeed would allow me to do anything to her.  After a whole hour or so of this, I started feeling bad.  I kindly told her that I am not interested in such activities and that she is wasting her time with me. She gave me her number and told me that I should call her after she gets off because she is definitely in love with. Maybe I did sweep her off her whore-y little feet but sorry Diamond, you are just not my type.

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