The scotch tape is the TRUTH. Ain't nobody fena cypher no gas from this mug, that owner made SURE of that. Gives me an idea of what I can do with Ciara's last CD. Shut up, yeah I said CD. Aye, my momma nem didn't exactly get rid of all their 8-tracks when them sh*ts went outta style neither.....and I'll be the first to admit that I had a bag FULL of tapes jus' chillin' in the back of my closet that I had a hard time lettin' go after then invention of CD's came into play. Nigga, I didn't get rid of that sh*t until we was movin' and I wasn't tryna find no new storage area for that crap. Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yeah, That'll Work
The scotch tape is the TRUTH. Ain't nobody fena cypher no gas from this mug, that owner made SURE of that. Gives me an idea of what I can do with Ciara's last CD. Shut up, yeah I said CD. Aye, my momma nem didn't exactly get rid of all their 8-tracks when them sh*ts went outta style neither.....and I'll be the first to admit that I had a bag FULL of tapes jus' chillin' in the back of my closet that I had a hard time lettin' go after then invention of CD's came into play. Nigga, I didn't get rid of that sh*t until we was movin' and I wasn't tryna find no new storage area for that crap. Posted by Sane at Wednesday, September 23, 2009 3 comments Links to this post
Labels: Maybe It's Just Me, ummm....no, What You Tryin' To Do?
Leather Covered Baseballs
Now her crew knew she looked like caramel leather with that damn tan and baggy skin. Will somebody tell her that her chesticles are NOT inviting? She need to get her money back, foreal. Not only that but she could stand to use a one piece bathing suit and a serong. Out on the beach, posin' and showin' her "bads" ( not "goods" ) like it's alright.You guys are so mean.
Thanks Jes'Me!
Nah, I Had A Baby........5 Years Ago
Awful
Oh my God!Unless the beautician who took this picture was about to wave a magic wand over this lady's head and make a miracle outta what he or she had to work with, this picture shoulda NEVER made its way on the internet. I swear, it's things like this that make me feel like mother nature be smokin' the HELL outta SOME kinda herb when certain traits are handin' out in men and women, 'cause if any of y'all are still keepin' up with Real Chance of Love over on VH-1, then you know Real's hair is still killin' hoes....
Posted by Sane at Wednesday, September 23, 2009 4 comments Links to this post
Labels: Bad Hair, Crops, I Have Questions, real chance of love, You know DAMN well....
Tryna Hide All That With That Coat
Don't know who I'm talkin' about? Lemme help you:
Yeah, I sure damn did blow that sh*t up. First thing outta my mouth was "unh unh". I know love is love or whatever but come the hell on right quick. This ain't even about that. I mean, I get that dawg was tryna worry about his "situation" by drapin' that "First Down" over all that mess that he calls a body but.......um.........he need a whole lot more than that. If he was gon' do it, then he gotta do it right and by that I mean......you gotta invest in a Snuggie or somethin'
That's WAAAAAY more sufficient that that damn coat. Now all 'cause of his negligence, EVE done went and found his ass and told me about him......and it all had to come down to this. SMH.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Get Outta The Way!
I'm not gon' even front, I will "wolf" in a heart beat.......with the windows rolled up - when I'm on the road and I'm stuck in unnecessary traffic. I literally go thru this crap EVERY DAY out here in California. Seem like since school started back, all hell done broke loose on the freeway and main streets and you know what? I don't have a problem with other people sharin' the road but the least you can do is drive like you got somewhere to be......'cause I got somewhere to be. Pisses me off when somebody KNEW they needed to get over into the next lane but then wait 'til the last minute to do that sh*t and then hesitate to do the damn thing like this they first time jumpin' double dutch.
Get cho' ass over!!! Oh my God. Why is it that the cops ain't NEVER around to see that broad who's steady ON HER CELL PHONE, enjoyin' her conversation and holdin' up traffic with her brake lights comin' off and on!? See, like I said.....instead of playin' with my freedom, gettin' out the car and goin' here with it....
I'm the one callin' you everything but the child of God......with the windows rolled up. This broad cut me off today and damn near made me hit a construction cone, all cause her ass was in the wrong lane and needed to hurry up and turn or miss that sh*t. I was already in the turning lane, obeying the law, but all 'cause of her frosty ass, I got stuck at the light and almost hurt my car tryin' to avoid a collision! Yeah, I honked! Her ass still made the turn and vehicular-punked me. Hell, if it ain't situations like that, then I got the ignoramouses that TURN into on-coming traffic and decide to drive at a pace of 2 miles per hour in a 40 mile zone, brakin' for ants in the street, and see, since i'm not tryna get in no fight in the middle of the street, gettin' my knees and elbows scuffed up and my hair pulled outta place in front of some guy that look good, what I COULD use is one of these and jus' call it a damn day.
but since I don't have one, I find myself doin' THIS sh*t like the little car on the left, on a regular basis around here:

and I've had it!
Posted by Sane at Wednesday, September 09, 2009 7 comments Links to this post
Labels: Random Thought
When The Hot Water Ain't Workin'....
Posted by Sane at Wednesday, September 09, 2009 3 comments Links to this post
Labels: Are you serious?, I Have Questions, Make It Right., They know they trippin', ummm....no
Monday, September 07, 2009
All That, Just To Get Slapped Down.....Cold
Nigga sellin' wolf-tickets at $50 bucks a pop. Gettin' his shirt all pulled like he's Hulk Hogan in Wrestlemania IV only to wind up makin' friends with the cold, hard pavement. LOL!
I guess the loud talkin' defense mechanism didn't work that time.
Free Post
This is why you don't never need to be standin' near nobody that can't be still....
U jus' never know.
Posted by Sane at Monday, September 07, 2009 4 comments Links to this post
Labels: Random Thought, They know they trippin'
He Makes A Valid Point
This was my first introduction to Dark Hater, thanks to my girl Jes'Me, and after seein' the older triflin' videos of Maia Campbell available online along with the most recent joint everybody's still talkin' about, dawg makes a strong point as to what and who's played a major factor in this chick's free-fall. As much as she's responsible for her own decisions, the trend of the company kept around her ain't helpin' jack. As always, y'all ain't gotta be politically correct around here so if you've seen the vid's in question, have yet to comment any where else about it and still have an opinion, let'er rip, 'cause I'm curious to know what you think.
Posted by Sane at Monday, September 07, 2009 8 comments Links to this post
Labels: Drugs, Maia Campbell, Travesty, Trifling
Why Does It Have To Come To This?
Ya know, maybe if it wasn't for all'a this...
and THIS:
Posted by Sane at Monday, September 07, 2009 6 comments Links to this post
Labels: I Have Questions, I'm Just Tryin' To Help, Just Stop Already, ummm....no
An Oldie But A Damn Good, Goodie
Sidney, this is for you.
And you know what? As old as this video is, I swear, I laugh until my forehead sweats EVERY time I see it. The ineffectiveness of the "husband's" swinging is enough to make me have a good old fashioned belly laugh. I'd hate to think this was a fight about the dishes bein' left in the sink....or a "swallow" of orange juice left in the container ( what up Della Reese! - Harlem Knights ). The level in which she handles him, he can forget his man-hood being existant. Bein' drug thru the street like that by his shirt. LMAO! Didn't she tie him up with the phone cord in the extended version of this joint? That damn cop rollin' by like a brawl at that address is "routine". Ri-damn-diculous. What are we? 16 years later? I hope they not still together.
Posted by Sane at Monday, September 07, 2009 9 comments Links to this post
Labels: Did He Hit You?, Just Stop Already, They know they trippin', Trifling, Yeah He Hit You., you embarass yourself.


















