Where's Your Heart At Now???????

Gone, done , finito, extinct, it's over, sayonara, caput, a wrap, c-ya, outie, bye-bye, good night, good riddance, later, game, match....need I go on? I told you, shit I told you all - your Lakers have been killed, 1st degree murder. I said it from the jump, Detroit will give you problems, your team has issues, and Kobe is nothing but a regular player, hell I even gave yall the chance to get in a good bet to save your house and car notes, but noooooooo, you thought they would come through, beat em', and go hame to have 6 and 7....so much hope, so little effort. Karl Malone with his "who put the banana in my tailpipe look, Shaq with his "I can't wait til next year so we can go 50 and 32 next year and lose in the first round look", Derek fisher crying like a bitch, Luke Walton already making up his "Will ball for food" sign. Fucking bum, that's right it's over, all that shit talking comes to an end now. You hear me? I know you do because if it's not me saying this, then it's your boy next to you, your girl, who stopped watching the game because she got tired of you saying "they'll come back", your co-worker who wore his Detroit jersey to work just to piss you off. All of them will be doing the talking for me, understand? Don't talk to me about next year, don't give me any excuses, take the diaper off and stand up like the true Laker fan you are and SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! 4-1 was the series, your asses got blown out like a Luke dancer, one game by 20+ and another where if Detroit wanted to they would have cracked your ass by 30 but gave yall 13, to be honest I think that was for the point spread, but I'm not a gambler, I'm a hustler, so who knows. What I do know, is that the title is back in the East, Detroit is a beast and BB King said it best "The thrill is gone".

Well round 2 with the woman from work...blip..blip..blip. She was waiting for me in the parking lot yesterday. I walk to work because it's two streets away. So when I emerged from the woods, I saw her standing next to her car, I smiled and she waived me over to come and talk. No harm no foul right? She tells me she needs a house sitter on next weekend because she is taking the kids on vacation. Before I could get out "why me" she told me that she lived in my neighborhood and it wasn't that far of a way to go and it's a clean house. Still I was skeptical, she then said she was asking people about me as a person i guess to see if I was right for the job. I guess she was right. Anyway, she then asked if I smoked which of course I answered yes (no need to lie right) and she said good, because my cousin just brought me a half pound of purple haze yesterday, and you are more than welcome to it to keep yourself occupied. Hmmmmmmmmmm, there's a thought, but I knew there was a catch, so how much do I get paid? Is there any pay? She says I will pay you $50 a day if you do just visits and checks, and $100 for every night you stay over, ok not bad, it was all good until. "I might be coming home without them because they're staying with family, and the fam wants them for the whole summer, I would like it if you stayed over, but I know you be busy working and stuff." Oh now I get it, actually. I asked my boy about it and he was like go for it, can't ask a pothead shit sometimes. I ain't feeling it like that, so I told her to give me her number so I can think about it. I'll take the money, pinch the purple, and enjoy the 60 inch plasma, but I cannot stay over there. I can see it now, I'm dozed off and next thing you know I got that fucking scene from Belly happening. Not me jack, besides, I think my moms knows her - not in the best of ways either. This is the calm before the storm. Keep you posted.

Hey *K it's funny what kind of women us "good ones" attract isn't it? I caught your entry and I have been there. I will never understand the mystery behind these types of women. Hey, *J, we need to hook up kid, ain't no telling what we could do below the Mason Dixie with all this clucking going on, we could make a relity tape like Bumfights, just put it from a chickenheads perspective. If you see this tape out already, the ignore that last one, but if not, let's get paid!!!!! (Kidding)

Mickey......................I'll be sending the NOYZ soon.

Nate, what's up with the damn fight night dog? Do I have to call Jose and Fernando to come and take the honda? You know they will, they smoke crack, they're Puerto Rican (who I swear has some type of gene that allows them to have extensive knowledge on hondas), and will put a hole in the fucking mayor if the 8-ball is straight grease. Man you know me, don't let me get like Tat in Menace to Society, don't go out like that.

Much love to the 413, 313 (Detroit), and everyone else you see below this entry cause my hands hurt when you do this non-stop.

The Champ has Spoken.