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I wuv it wen a meka pretty putty purrrr

But… that was a hellacious pounding he took from the boricua bomber (nhjic- we talkin aobut boxing, folks)

July 29th, 2008 at 4:04 pm
DBillz says

I’ma need to see some ID (c) Officer Ross

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*shakes hand with transparent white lady*

^ *goes from 360 to 720*

July 29th, 2008 at 4:06 pm
wa-salaam alaikum land

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(calls DHS)

July 28, 2008 4:09 PM

Channing Frye tells a painful story on his blog.

He had some of the worst gas in history on his flight from Portland to Illinois. But out of respect for his fellow travelers, he held it in. For hours.

If we were outside in the woods or maybe at an all-guys party I would have tore a hole in the universe but I had to hold it. Too many people too soon and I knew it was gonna smell.

As we all do, you just squeeze and hold it except the flight is 3:30 hrs long. I was in for it. I tried drinking more water. At the exact moment I felt my stomach really start to hurt and from me holding it too long, also giving me a headache, it was the last straw. There was no one in the seat next to me so I was gonna let it ride. I asked the stewardess for two blankets to tame the stinky beast that was about to be let loose on the world. I acted like I was falling asleep, positioning, and … as if God had the best sense of humor ever, a man sits down looking at me straight in my eyes. I have to abort mission. Alpha bravo team cancel that operation.

I knew he knew I was a basketball player just looking at me smiling wanted to talk about something so bad I could see his body language look for any opening. I wouldn’t give him any. I put the two blankets over my head and fell asleep hard waking up to move around, adjusting my poor intestine, holding all that stinky air. I was mad.

*sorry man I had to repost this* *dies*

Oops!! I beg your pardon madam green for the mis-placed assertion

i don wan eny chable (c) somebody- i forgot Chan, Jackie perhaps

^ lol. well in that case.. meow

July 29th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
I KNOW I’m old but y’all gonna STOP leavin’ me in rooms talkin’ to myself….

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# KilluminattI7 Says:
July 29th, 2008 at 3:51 pm

@DPS:

yeah its crazy to see the shape some these cats in (mentally) after they career is done… met Smokin Joe a few times, he startin to slur pretty bad too…

^Last time I was in NYC a month back, my popz said he met Smokin’ Joe in Sylvia’s. He said the same thing about Joe. The funny part is that during their convo he asked Joe about Ali and Joe started coughin’/chokin’.

Rivalry is a helluva drug.

I’ma need to see some ID (c) Officer Ross

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*shows badge*

*shakes hand with transparent white lady*

*hugs green eyes*

*kisses self* (no autofellatio)

^sup Land

i don wan eny chable (c) somebody- i forgot Chan, Jackie perhaps

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… im not old … i got a little baby … old niggas dont make babies (no homo) …

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My “baby” is 12…..LOL

As nation mentioned earlier, what the fuck was up with Batman’s voice? He sounded like the prank caller from Scream.

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# KilluminattI7 Says:
July 29th, 2008 at 3:51 pm

@DPS:

yeah its crazy to see the shape some these cats in (mentally) after they career is done… met Smokin Joe a few times, he startin to slur pretty bad too…

who was the other cat u said be in the barber shop- David Reid??

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Smokin’ Joe be DRUNK! LOL (really though…)

Yeah, David Ried came into my old barbershop in Logan and dude just kept grinnin’ and lookin’ at his hands. He had that “look” like if a Ice cream truck came by anybody standin’ in front of him would most likely get knocked the kcuf out. ((Unless of course, you threw the lead right, ’cause that scar tissue over his left eye made him ‘ceptable to lead rights, but I digress….) Tito concussed him something awful…