Category: Good Times

What’s Been Up

beerpongI enjoy ping pong. I enjoy beer. Needless to say, I enjoy BEER PONG!  I can think of no better way to test limits of human athleticism than lobbing a ping pong ball ( or in our case, a ball of tin foil ) into a little red cup.  I have always been an avid spectator of this formidable sport, but on that fateful evening, I, alongside the mighty Chuck, made my debut performance after being brought up to speed by a quick tutorial thanks to Chuck.  From lob one I was hooked and Chuck & I made a name for ourselves as a stumbling force to be reckoned with.  The party that night was at my alleged twin‘s house whose brother, pictured here, was rumoured of penetrating the most renowned of manly organs with a cold steel rod.  Yes, yes, the boy pictured to direct right pierced his own dork…did I mention he’s still in high school?  Pretty crazy night all in all, although the playing of the Jenga kinda signaled the winding down of things…thus beckoning my immediate departure from the deadened scene.   I am thankful for my vehicle.

More recently I was at my girl Tory’s house who I have been friends with since the elementary school days.  The party was satisfactory to say the least, even had a little kumbaya sesh outside and a real big fuckin fish inside.  I was immediately greeted inside by a welcomingnbhqfans boob grab and then there was Dana who grabbed my hat & attention with her mammory glands fumbling out of her shirt, Danielle, my ebony queen was there, she recently got her booby pierced, ya better believe she showed me!  The Dubb was there, licensed to boss and blur vision with that flourescent striped shirt he seems to love.  As the night went on my NBHQ hat that my girl got me circulated around the party from head to head to headsThis pic should cracka smile, everyones cukoo for GUY DONG.

My hula girl girlfriend (on the right) borrowed my camera for a week when she went over to Hawaii for water polo and in doing so forced me to do two things I never wished to do and probably never will again.  Post anyones stuff other than my own & boesBORROW MY CAMERA so consider this me being a wonderful companion showcasing the works of mah luvah.  Heres some butts which are pretty cool, but also a troublesome / possibly wonderful indicator of my ladies possible bisexuality…then there was Exhibit B, C, D, and fuckin E!  Mahalo!

Celias Rough Night

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As you can plainly see, my poor whip was molested and defaced in the night by none other than Nat Queen Cole & nameless accomplices, it would seem that the NBHQ – mobile is simply irresistable, not suprising, once you ride shotty in my vehicle, sit back and let all 105 horses gallop your hooked for life.

X-Men 3 FTW!!

chawles!!!!

So basically it was the best 11 bucks I’ve spent period. Ian and I went to Natalie & Julia to reassure others of our masculinity but on the inside I was about to squeak with excitement! Now I would hope all of my loyal readers have seen the juggernaut video if not, make sure you do. Classic. But anyway that only amplified my sweaty palm rubbing, butt clenching, eye widening anticipation and me and Ian were at the each of our seat waiting to see our pal juggs!

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Now, at first sight the hollywood-ized Juggs looks a less imposing than his cartoon counterpart but rest assured, he delivered the one liner we were begging to hear:

Immortal Technique

techniique In celebration of Pinky’s early graduation his gracious sister bestowed tickets to the Technique show at Slims, which in my eyes, is the best venue ever. For those unfamilar to the music, to the word, to the gospel Immortal Technique preeches, he is Harlem’s own radical, outspoken, political activist who belts out bar after bar of Bush slams, economic trash talk, verses of wit of angst of injustice and a lot of “N”, “F”, and “M&F” words entwined in there somewhere. Basically, Pinky’s cup of tea.

Pinky and I have been somewhat short term listeners to technique, I’d call him a bigger fan than I, but I consider myself down for his cause. Anyway I’ve only seen a couple pictures of him on the internet rockin a blue bandana that covered his face with a sneer of a bulldog. Now keep in mind, both Pinky and myself are white. Very white. Pinky is more pink though. Anyway, we were the two marshmellows in the pool of hot chocolate, so if things were to jump off, yours truly was gettin a face lift and smash.

The opener was a M.C. by the name of ““Poison Pen” who I thought bore a STRIKING resemblance to Cedric the Entertainer. Maybe it was his brother or something.

Anyway, at first site of Technique I was a little takin back, the man couldn’t be much over five feet but had the presence and ambience of a fuckin axe murderer who killed all his cell mates and killed a guy with a microphone and has been runnin ever since. He came out with his trademark bandana coverin his face, and a camouflage vest on top of his bullet proof vest (50 cent aint got shit on this guy). He came and stood at the merch table, and I’m not gonna lie, even from the distance of that pic I was a little frightened of the dude. So, some brave bastard asked him to sign a CD he jus bought that still had the plastic on it, and I kid you not, Technique reaches in his vest and pulls out a knife the size of my girlfriend and cuts the CD wrapper off like he was gutting an LAPD officer than proceeded to jam the contraband into the table in front of him.

Moral of the story: Technique is one BAAAADDD mofo.

Freestylin

Immortal Technique – Dance w/ the Devil

By the way I am sunburned lookin like a lobster. Hello Summer.

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