Change the MF World

History occurred last night.

It's finally official.

Obama is finally the democratic nominee for commander-in-chief!

It was a celebration for many black men and women who figured they would NEVER live to see a day where a black man could be on the verge of becoming president.

What really pleased me about last night were all the different nationalities in unison. There was even a group of bearded white guys holding up a sign that read, "Rednecks for Obama." I kept waiting for everything to be interrupted and for someone to say..."OK, that's it. This whole campaign was all a joke." I just couldnt' believe it was happening.

45 years ago....it was King who did it. I wasn't there....but I'm here for this. And it was the most powerful thing I've ever experienced.

I'll man up and admit...at one moment, I felt a tear or two build up. Oh shyt...gotta think about football and beer. (Works every mf time.) Then you go over to someone else and say, "WTF you crying for?!"

There were tears everywhere. Tears of joy, tears of pride, and tears of hope for a better future.

There's just one problem, though.

Obama got me feelin' all patriotic and shyt. I'm feelin' like runnin' out and changin' the WORLD.

I'm ready to do some volunteer work, start building homes, and signing up unregistered voters. But after 2 weeks of the Olympics and a week of the Democratic National Convention...

...I need a mf nap!!

What the Fukk?!

Sup MFs!!

I was at home this weekend...minding my business, surfing YouTube, and came across the funniest, hood-est, saddest, illogical, questionable....you just have to see it for yourself.

Now I'm all for creativity and freedom of speech, but here's prime example of why they aren't for everyone.



(shaking my head)

(still shaking my head)

After watching this....this....BULLSHYT three times back to back, I've come up with 10 observations.

1) How come NOBODY talked her out of this?
2) What purpose does the little boy serve?
3) Why is the girl in the jean jacket so damn happy?
4) Other than "its so cooooold in the D,"...wtf is she mumblin'?
5) I DARE you to keep a straight face from 2:05 - 2:46.
6) At 2:21, did she say "worms?"
7) Did ya'll notice the dead bodies she snuck in on you?
8) Who decided to bury that baby in a snowsuit?
9) R.I.P to her peeps, but this was NOT the venue for her.
10) We are definitely living in our LAST mf days.

I'm sure this video wasn't meant to be funny, but I can NOT stop laughing at this....thing. She pretty much just sang the chorus whenever the fukk she felt like it. Fukk timing, fukk a cadence, fukk an on key note. From the amount of hits she got on YouTube, I'm sure a remix is on the way.

This is a bad look, Detroit. Real bad.

Kwame Kilpatrick, I blame you!

Officer Fat Ass

WTF!

I seem to be a magnet for petty ass cops.


Not really sure why?

Could be the whole black thing.
Could be the hair.
Could be a combo of both.
Maybe it’s the way I mean mugg the SHYT outta them when they pass me. Who knows.
Anyway…

...I got harassed by a cop the other night while driving home. It was 11pm, and I was about two minutes from the house when I noticed this car following me. I turned around and saw a cop in a car with his lights off, creeping up behind me.

Really? That’s your mf strategy?

Po-po must think that turning their headlights off makes their vehicle invisible, because this mf thought he was the SHYT as he drove around like he was The Dark Knight. Too bad there's ENGINE NOISE that can be heard a block away, otherwise his big, bulky Dodge Intrepid would have gone by completely undetected. Or at least that's what his dumb ass would have you to believe.

This mf follows me half way down the road and onto my street. Then he drives past me, cuts me off and turns his headlights, dome lights, and that bright ass window light that shines into your face that makes you look like a member of the Chinese gymnastic squad. So now I have to act surprised…since I wasn’t supposed to notice this fat mf following me for the past several blocks.

So, big boy gets out, comes over, and says, “You know you barely stopped at that stop sign right there.” I said, “I stopped at that sign like I ALWAYS do when I turn onto MY street.” Why WOULDN’T I stop when I know I’m being followed by a petty azz cop with nothing better to do? He then tells me that it didn’t seem like I stopped “long enough” and that he has to write me a citation.

So help me understand something. First, he says I “barely stopped.” Then he says, I didn’t stop “long enough.” WTF ?! If I “barely” stab you, I STILL stabbed you. So if I barely stopped, I STILL stopped, bytch. Now, there’s a time limit on the time spent at a mf stop sign now? Nevermind the crime that surrounds my neighborhood (which seems to escalate at 11pm…conveniently as he’s pulling me over). This mf is timing me at stop signs.

Anything else, Officer Fat Ass?