SOHH Over It!

Our Womens Gymnastics team was beat by some little girls(allegedly).

Suck it up.

I was watching it live, and our girls kept fuckin up.  Shit, two of our girls managed to step outta bounds during their floor exercise.  Now, one could argue that the younger girls are physically smaller and able to pull off certain skills older bigger girls can’t, but whatever.

The Chinese team consistently has the harder routines, and they avoid fuckin up.  They won.  Good on them.

Donnie Klang.

Um…

I KNOW!!!

http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?artist=3065540&vid=263725

Folks in the comment section are hatin, but whatever.  Kidz these days.

Lots of Diddy hate too.

**looks around the room**

Corporate prisoners, sorry.  There was a zshare link, but them folks got that removed.

Buffet line is open.

I come bearing gifts…

after the fold.

More…

So here’s some tracks from one of his dudes Rea$on.

B.R.O.K.E.A.S.S.H.O.E

Friends (original)

I’ve got work to do and stuff.

First episode was kinda blah.

The only real funny part was when Creepa asked who had voted for him, and the dude who did (Fenzel?) pussed out.

LOL.

Other than that?

Anheuser-Busch Sold.

I’m in mourning.

*Wedding Reception Update*

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF! PFFFFFFFFFFFF!

Sohh my roommate shows up before me.  Sits down at the table with people we know.  Turns out it was one of the “Family Tables”.  I show up, sit down too.  Mind you, tables were not marked.  Dude doesn’t say anything to us as we’re sitting there.  Maybe 20 minutes.  Next thing you know they announce that the food is ready.  Boom, bam, boom we eat.  Get up to throw my plate away and I see dude talkin to my roommate.

We’re getting kicked off the table.  We weren’t supposed to be sitting there.

Sohh not only am I underdressed (???) but I’m getting moved to the back off the hall like it’s 1944?  And we have to watch a WEDDING VIDEO…the wedding we were told we couldn’t go to?  And what’s this, oh yall just wanna play country music huh?  Muthafucka since when did you like country?  Fuck it.  I’m out.

Went home and played Xbox for two hours then carried my ass on to a going away party.

Roommate is saltyyyyyyyy.

I didn’t buy a gift.  And now I don’t feel guilty.

**Insert Photo Here**

WTF?

Nigga can’t get a photo of her from last night?

**spits**

Happy Friday anywayz.

Got a wedding reception (yo dig, found out it was dude who didn’t want us at the wedding, LOL) and a going away party (I’ll be in Cali the week of the 21st) to attend this weekend.  Same damn day.  I’m debating whether or not to get them a gift.  Pretty much all that was left on their registry was small kitchen shit (spatulas!!! etc.) and other small piddly shit.  And they’ve been living in that house for two years already. (oh, cart went WAY before the horse) So do they really need this shit?  They want ME to buy a bath rug?

No open bar.  Keg Beer.  And get this, a margarita machine.  Free margaritas.  All you can drink.  I bet there’s a catch.  Always is.  LOL.

Can’t really fuck wit it because of the other party I have to go to, so whatever.  I’ll be outta there by 11 or earlier depending on how bogus it gets.  I KNOW the music is gonna be horrific on top of everything else.  If I hear more than one country song within an hour, I’m GONE!*

/rant

*except my baby moms Carrie Underwood.  She didn’t even know my last name.

Bullshit.

And J. Hudson has a video.

*shock*

Tell it.