SOHH Over It!

Just watch this shit…

I was high as fuck last night watching the Bears and Colts preseason game when I thought about something.

If I’m not mistaken, all of us came to sohhoverit from SOHH.com. A lot of times while I was bored to death at work, SOHH.com got me through the day. From old suspect, hating ass Soulman all the way down to BigUp2Bk, I had plenty of laughs off that site.

We had the BC back in September of last year. From all the people hear now, only N-Site, Dig, Ciceroe, Naj, and me were there. It’s coming up on a year since that shit popped off. I haven’t seen any of y’all since, which is kind of bad on my part. I haven’t talked to Rocky and Slim in LONG time…which is bad on my part as well.

But anyway, the point of this thread is to remember the funny, unfunny, and wack ass people that posted on SOHH.com.

I’ll start my trip down memory lane with my favorite poster…Chevy Jr. This dude was funny to me. At first I hated that nigga, but after awhile, I realized that everybody needs a fan club. And this nigga was my fan club.

Another funny muthafucka was the nigga from Brooklyn that used to always talk that gangsta shit on the computer (and I ain’t talking bout BigUp2Bk either). I can’t remember dude’s name for shit. But that nigga was funny in an unfunny way.

But that’s all I can remember at the moment. I know y’all got to remember some of them people from SOHH.com. I’ll smoke a blunt to them this afternoon.

So it goes. The earth is moving beneath you in ways that may irrevocably alter the world. You don’t even notice. The colored lights blind you, just as the state and those who benefit from its voracious appetites intended. Have fun while you can.

I would say that you should remember that nothing, and no civilization regardless of its achievements, lasts forever. Of course, you don’t want to hear that, either. Too many good times to enjoy, too many fun things to do.

Killing Us Softly…

Will Obama end the ‘War On Drugs’?

Man, I had to go to court last week Monday. I’m thinking that all my legal troubles have finally been put to rest.

Wrong…answer!

Let me first explain the situation. I bought a Russian 9mm handgun from a gunshow back in April 2005. An authorized federal gun dealer people. This would lead me to believe that this is legit. Fast forward to October 2005. I get caught up in a web of deciet by the CNT, ATF, and the Savannah Police Department. Those charges got dismissed because “police misconduct”. This same 9mm gun is returned to me, but my federal concealed weapons permit is revoked. I can take that bullet…shit I was locked up for 34 days. For my freedom, you can have that weapons permit.

Fast forward til the week before Memorial Day 2006. I get pulled over for supposedly not wearing a seat belt. But I had on a seat belt. So this turns into me having my tint on my windows too dark. But tint was legal. So that turns into the officer smelling marijuana in my car. Are you kidding me? Alright, y’all 0-2 so far, let’s make it a complete dummy mission and send y’all home 0-3. So I give consent to search my car. No weed was found, but a Russian 9mm was found in the glove compartment. Of course the police are still looking for who killed Kennedy, Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Biggie, and Pac, so this gun is gonna get checked for everything. But the gun didn’t have any bodies and I bought the gun from an “authorized firearms dealer”.  They give me the gun back, and let me finish being me.

But TWO whole days later, they lock me up. For what? That same gun that I bought back in April of 2005, you know the one that they gave me back TWO days earlier, was stolen.

So while I’m being processed, I realize that I’m being charged with theft by receiving, a felony. But for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the fuck they were talking bout. So I get out early the next money. I get all my stuff back AND the same allegedly stolen gun back as well. I still haven’t put together that the gun was “stolen”.

So I end up getting indicted May of this year. What the fuck is going on? I’m getting indicted for a gun that’s still in my apartment!

So after two courts dates being pushed back, I finally went to court Monday. I’m thinking that everything will be good after Monday. Wrong…answer. My court date has been pushed back again to an “undetermined time that will be specified by the judge after all discovery motions have been completed”.

Damn. My lawyer says my case looks good. But I just hate to play the waiting game with these people. And besides, I can’t leave the state.

Add to the fact that I saw the police kill a nigga late Saturday night has me heated. They pinned old boy’s car in a alley. And still shot the dude. And to make things worse, his 5 month old daughter was in the car as well.

 Here’s a link: http://savannahnow.com/node/346251

And here’s another link as well: http://www.wtoc.com/global/story.asp?s=6953348

I hate police officers.

*sigh*

Hell no.

I leave Thursday afternoon for Atlanta, right, LOL.  My connecting flight in DC at Reagan National is supposed to depart at 7:30 pm.  Connecting flight gets delayed an hour.  Fine.  I can deal with that.  Don’t this bastard ass plane not only come late, but sits on the runway for damn near 4 hours due to storm issues along the path we are supposed to fly?  And at the end of this nearly 4-hour wait, don’t this fuck ass pilot come on the intercom talkin bout him and his crew been on since 9am and federal regulations prohibit them from working over a certain number of hours?  Flight is cancelled.

Dude.  Its 12am now.  They usher our asses off the plane, back into the terminal, and no one is there to tell us what we suppose to do.  We go to the US Air counter and aint a damn person in sight ANYWHERE in the whole airport that aint a janitor or security guard.  How in the hell are we suppose to get on another flight?  Well, at Reagan National, there are no other flights.  Them muthafuckas don’t fly a bitch outta there after 10pm.  What kinda shit is that?  And what, cause a plane don’t fly out after that time, aint no employees there either?  US Air need to get their airline life together.

So the bunch of us are wandering aimlessly around the airport for at least a half hour before someone gets the bright idea to call the 800 number for US Air to try and reschedule flights.  Me and my lucky self has only one bar left on my cell phone and because Im sooooooooooo smart, LOL, I don’t have my charger because its packed in the bag that I so brilliantly decided to check to avoid the drama going through security.  Not a problem, I will just call US Air from the payphone.  Thank God for toll free numbers.

I call muthafucken US Air and not only were they trying to book me a morning flight outta Dulles which is an hour away (how the fuck am I suppose to get there?) but they don’t offer no hotel accomodations, and suddenly they aint got no direct flights.  So you mean to tell me I gotta go from DC to Philly or Charlotte and THEN to Atlanta?  Are you fucken serious???   Apparently they were.  *SMH*

So I reschedule my flight for a 1:50 from Reagan National that would go to ATL via Philly and call my dawg to come scoop me up.  Its 1:30 by now and all a nigga lookin for is a bar LOL.  I had already wasted a day of what was supposed to be a 4-day weekend, and was looking at another day burned due to the fact that I wasn’t going to get to GA til 7:30 the following night.  Why all the bars wanna be closing?  Damn, a nigga cant get a SHOT???

Im so mad at this time that despite the fact that I hadnt eaten all day, I couldn’t muster enough give-a-fuck to eat the fries I ordered at the falafel spot.  I get back to my girl’s crib and all she had was a few brews - not hard enough, nigga, I need something potent, LOL.  So I opt to just smoke a black and let it burn, pun intended.  Before long, I conk out on the couch and suddenly its 7am.  I get the bright idea (first real bright one Ive had in 24 hours) to call US Air again and see what flights are on deck so I can try to fly standby on one of them and not waste a whole nother day.  In the end, it bought me three hours - the flight I got on put me in Atlanta at 4:30 or so.  That flight was an hour late arriving due to rain, but hey, I wont complain….. UNTIL I get to Hartsfield-Jackson and have to stand in line for another fucken 2 hours to get my checked bag, which arrived there the day before I did.  Not only that, them bastards rummaged through my shit and threw away my Hot Six oil.  Word, nigga?  Hair oil?  I know we on orange alert and shit but is it THAT serious?  Them muthafuckas owe me four dollars.

So suffice it to say, I missed my lunch date that day, but I caught up wit my friend later and he took me to the strip club.  That wouldn’t be such a monumental thing except for the fact that I have never been to a strip club before.  Yes, I know, Im 31, how have I never been to a strip club?  Nigga, cause I havent, that’s how.

Anyway, he tells me right before we get to the door:  ‘Now don’t be alarmed.  They gon be naked.’  Nigga, I know, LOL.  But I didn’t get that he meant RIGHT NOW, LOL.  I always kinda thought of the strip club as a place everyone is chillin at tables and some dancer comes out on stage, strips and its done.  NO.  Bitches is walkin around the joint naked, topless, bottomless, just hanging out everywhere like it’s a fucken nude beach.  Ok.  Im handling it.  Go to the bar and this bitch has nothing on but a fishnet catsuit, leg cocked up all on the bar while Im standing there tryna get my rum and coke on.  Bitch, do you not see these lemons?  How you releasing your coochie emissions all around the fresh fruit?  Im sayin.  I got my lemons from the other end of the bar.

Now Im not an uptight person at all.  Im probably one of the most, if not THE most open minded person I know.  Im game for just about anything at any time.  But I did notice at one point that I was the only person in the joint actually watching the CNN broadcast that was on the big screen.  Am I suppose to be lookin at the random tittiage peppering the bar?  If I look, am I a pervert?  I just didn’t know, LOL.  But I figured I shouldn’t be noticing how cute some of the shoes were.  Stay focused, Dig, damn.

So me and homey are chillin at the table, drinkin like fish, laughin and joking while he is pointing out different people and things and explaining what is going on around us.  We laugh at the poindexter getting a lap dance next to us, who was so excited, you could actually see the blood coursing through his veins.  I thought dude’s head was going to explode at any minute.  He got so hot and sweaty he had to take his glasses off, knowing he couldn’t see shit.

Now all hell is bout to break loose cause dude Im wit decided that I HAD to get a lap dance.  He tells me it’s a rite of passage and that my strip club experience can not be complete if I don’t get one.  You know me, gimme ALL my shit.  So Im cool, whatever.  But now we got a problem.  Cause the broad that WE selected to dance had to be the baddest bitch I have ever seen in my life.  Now I have steered off the beaten path in many a realm in my life, but Im a man’s woman all day. This bitch had me second-guessing my station in life LOL.  And I don’t know if I was more mad that the thought of being completely deviant even crossed my mind, or because I know she fully intended for it to. 

I mean, homey told her I had never done the strip club before and it was going to be my first lap dance, so she decides she gon talk to me.  ‘Don’t worry, I will take it easy on you.  Not too easy though.’  Take it easy huh?  You call putting your nipples on my cheek easy? LOL  And then I felt somewhat insulted because she kept asking me if I was okay.  That was kind of a jab to my ego - what I look like, some kinda lightweight?  Nevermind that I was a deer in the headlights for the first little while she had her ass on my head, Im grown, LOL.  But she fucked me up talkin bout she was coming back to check on me.  Naw, nigga, stay your ass over THERE.  I cannot be held responsible…..   LOL.

I wonder if she was mad we left 3 minutes after she left the table…  eh, we’ll call it a good night and move on, LOL.

So Saturday, me and my girl who I was visiting run around ALL DAMN DAY doing shit she shoulda did before I got there - but I digress.  Later we go to the club.  On the way, against my better judgment, I stop and visit my ex-fiance.  Bad idea.  I was COMPLETELY aggravated by the time I left there, but never more happy that he became a figment of the past.  I dont think we were there longer than 20 minutes in total, but that was long enough to close, take a sharpie to and BURN that chapter of my life.  Nuff said.  Moving on.

By the time we get to the club, I gotta pee so bad, I can feel my liver jerking.  No way in hell Ima be able to stand in that long ass line.  I get out of the truck and go around the big ass pick up next to us, planning to cop a squat.  No dice - that spot was visible to a group of dudes across the parking lot.  I go to come back around the truck and bang the shit outta my knee.  That shit hurt so bad, I almost passed out on the spot.  It took like 10 minutes before I was able to walk, but dammit, I squatted where I was at and paid the water bill.  But my knee is still hurting like a fuck.  We get in line and 15 minutes later, Im still complaining about the excrutiating pain.  My friend looks down and tells me Im bleeding.  I look and see blood trickling all down my leg from the gash I sustained when I hit my knee on the tow rod.  By now its hurting so bad that I get light-headed.  Following the light-headedness came the watering sensation in my mouth.  Following the watering sensation in my mouth came me throwing up on the sidewalk.  What….  In the hell….. Wasn’t the liquor cause I hadnt had much at that point, but apparently, that kinda throbbing pain does that to you.  I was pretty incognito with it though - I noticed the people in front and behind me had no idea I had just ralphed all in public, so I acted like I didn’t.  Fuck it.

We go in the club and have a great time.  Jeezy is there but……….. who gives a fuck?

We were FUCKED UP after the club, but hey, we aint ready to turn in yet so we head to the studio where some of my newly acquired peeps are working on a track with some up and coming.  When they were done with her for the night, they had us listen to some shit T-Boz is working on, gauging our opinions.  Its difficult to give an opinion when you can barely focus your eyes on the person sitting across from you.  I was too busy trying not to nod off and trying to keep from seeing 3 of this nigga talkin to me.  But we stayed there til about 6am, at which time we head back to the crib and, yes, folks, run out of gas. 

Just when you think it cant get any worse, LOL.  *SMH*

Luckily we were right in front of a gas station when the truck conked out.  We got the gas and mosied along home.  Its 7am by the time we get to bed, and I gotta be at the airport by noon.  Don’t I get to the airport and the muthafuckas done lost my reservation?  Damn, US Air, did yall get yall operating license out of a cereal box?  WTF is going on in your life? LOL….  took an hour to get it all squared away, but eventually, I was back on course.

The flights back went off without a hitch - except for the fact that in the middle of trying to board the plane in Charlotte back to the Roc I see my boss’s boss.  *SMH*  Did I forget to mention that I had called in on Thursday and Friday with the ‘my baby is sick and I gotta stay home with her’ story?  LOL  Well, some effective cloak and dagger appeared to do the trick.  He didn’t see me on the plane - I know that for sure - I just have to hope he didn’t see me at baggage claim retrieving my unnecessarily checked bag.  I guess I will find out tomorrow if he blows up my spot in front of my manager.  I will have to come up with a story, but you know me - no problem. 

1.  out of the oridinary goes a long way… the woman that actually needs or expects tokens / displays of affection on a constant basis are few and far between. most of us are cool with the average everyday “just because” showing a few times a year, as long as you get the birthdays and major holidays right.  women are easier than you think to keep happy.

2. honesty- for real fellas, do you really think that a chick that has made her stance on wanting to get in your pants very well known cares that you have a girl? nope.  do you think that she didnt notice that you have waaay too much cash on hand to just work in a shoe store? nope. she cares that you didnt give her the chance to make the decsion for herself. it a gamble, true.. but the payoffs (and lack of headaches) for honesty greatly outweigh the cons

3. shoes (purses, makeup, sneakers- pick the fetish based on the chick) are akin to breathing. its just the way it is. let us have our moment in the store window.

4. friends (& associates) there will be a hater, a ho, a snob, and a bitch among the people she assocates with. now there will be some real riders in there too, but trying to get your boy hooked up will inevitably lead to him getting one of the undesireables if we deem him one. your better off not using our associates to get your boy some ass-focus on where you getting yours.

5. purchasing dinner, drinks, movies, etc is a test. not doing it is an auto fail. stalking the prey behind it is grounds to get you held back a grade. want a cheap chick- go down to freaknik- otherwise… $10 will get you in the door. just accept it and chose where to invest the $10 wisely. repayment always comes with interest.

6. we like porn too. matter of fact, we got some SOMEWHERE, even if only a miniscule amount. no need to hide your fetish unless it involves kids, animals or waste products (well, and even that, you can find a chick down for- you just have to be willing to look)

 7. there ARE good women that want and can handle a good man… BUT they are either hiding because you aint actin like a good brotha when they see you or because they got spooked by the bad ones. add to that that she is probably somewhere handling her own business. just like a good job, house, car, etc… if you want something of value, you gotta do some research and LOOK. theres a crack house on every corner- but the jewel at the end of the cul de sac took an inside tip to get to- feel me

8. there are many things of wonder and amazement in a womans bathroom that you will never fully comphrend, understand, see us use or want to use on yourself. if she looks good when she comes out- let it go. oh, and nair is NOT shampoo. stop touching shit.

 9. the clit- say it with me- SENSITIVE.. now that can be good or bad depending on the technique.. generally “owwww” means stop and “ohhhhh” means keep going. if you are getting a lot of the latter- DEFINATLY do not stop for any reason- you can breathe later. if you hear nothing - you aint even there yet dude- take an anatomy class.

 10. we shit too.

First the nigga wants to ‘wrastle’, now he’s gonna insult our senses with shitty rap music…

Jones and producer Spoaty form a duo called the Posterboyz

their first single “Let it Shine” being released Aug. 27. The song talks about big money, cars and jewelry.

And to think I’ve already turned my HIPHOP card in…damn!

I think they’re tryin to undercut your sales cjp…

cripples these niggaz careers would you please. LOL.

**UPDATE**

By the way, the name of their ‘label’ is National Street League.

Pacman must be TRYIN to end his football career. LOL

1. If you don’t really know a guy its not best to get all smart in the mouth with him…Cause some guys inner Ike is always showing

2. When you tell your home girls everything it lets us know that we really cant trust you with anything in confidence

3. When some men buy drinks they feel as though that is an investment…so following you in the club after is how some watch to see if it matures…so if you don’t want to be followed don’t accept any drinks from guys…

4. If we tell you something you don’t like deal with it…if you don’t like it move on but if you stay don’t bitch about it either…cause that’s not dealing that’s complaining

5. Going Dutch is the best way to ensure that you will not be hit up for sex after a date. You wanna know why dude pissed off…cause he spent 70 bucks on your greedy ass and you wouldn’t at least grab his dick…

6. Sex on the first date or after we meet you in the club is really not a problem…What bothers us more is you saying “I never did this before”…once a chick says that they’re pretty much put in ho status until further investigation

7. Video Games are your friend…. If your man spends most of his down time chasing zombies, trying to get to the next level, or reading the zone blitz its less time he will be out with his homie you don’t like…you know the one that guy that always brings a different chick to the cookouts.

8. If you’re a thick girl then be happy with that if you’re a thin girl be happy with that…If we with you we don’t give a good got damn about your shape.

9. We understand that some women like romance novels and that’s fine…but if your thinking that every guy you meet is gonna be like that dude you just read about…you the one that dealt with all of ole girl faults and bullshit and kept a smile on his face all while she was taking him through bullshit after bullshit …then you got another thing coming.

10. This is the biggest….If you got a problem with your man always out with his homies or never at the crib…I got a sure fire way to keep him home….Ok…your ready…listen close….Blow Job. You do that right before he leaves the nigga will all of a sudden come up with a reason why he should stay home and chill.

From Arthur Silber

The Democrats don’t object and they completely fail to mount serious opposition to our inevitable course toward widening war and an attack on Iran, not because they are cowards, not because they’re afraid of being portrayed as “weak” in the fight against terrorism, and not because of any of the other excuses that are regularly offered by their defenders. They don’t object because — they don’t object. That is: they agree — they agree that the United States is the “indispensable” nation, that we have the “right” to tell every other country how it is “permitted” to act, that we must pursue a policy of aggressive interventionism supported by an empire of military bases. They agree about all of it; moreover, in most critical respects, they devised these policies in the first instance, and they implemented and defended them more vigorously and more consistently than Republicans, with the exception of the criminal now residing in the White House.

They agree. Try to wrap your head around it. Try to absorb the indisputable fact, which has been proven over and over and over again in the last century, and particularly in the last 60 years.

(emphasis mine)

Ready for war? *ahem* Again?

Some Hurricane style shit going on outside, and I don’t run tickets in the rain.

So check it out…I got something fresh for yall.

Willy: I hope you don’t mind but I added another category.

-UGK - Underground Kingz (disc 1)

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