With my newfound responsible lifestyle, complete with a doting fiancé and adorable light-skinned children, my life just isn’t as exciting any more. The stories just don’t flow out of me the way they used to.
Who am I kidding? The truth of it is, me and wifey get into some pretty outrageous shit together. She’s on some private shit with her responsible job and all, so I can’t be out here droppin dimes on her.
Like last weekend when I had a panic attack at a Lowell house party filled with semi-pro football players. I was convinced the Boston Bandits were setting us up to tie me in a corner and watch her get used like a Revere Catholic school girl. “If we don’t get out of here now, we never will. We can jump on to the backyard from the porch and make it to the car in 20 seconds. Take your shoes off.”
You a couple years late for Tupac Rave homie.
Sad that he was witness to yet another senseless murder.
We embarked on Boston’s first bone-chilling fall evening last night, me looking like an Aids-ridden Rick Rubin and On&On resembling a poor man’s LL Cool J.
So what if Mike Napoli was singing “Straight Outta Compton” and not censoring himself? It’s the lyrics to the song. I am not offended by it. I guess maybe because I am not black and I would find it hilarious to hear Mike Napoli doing this…
Quick off the cuff thoughts I’ll more than likely get hated on for: If N.W.A. didn’t want white people to enjoy their music word for word than that makes THEM the racists? Right? Wrong?
Should he be singing the lyrics in public if people are offended by it? Probably not… but should he be allowed to do whatever he wants because he’s Mike Napoli and a World Series Champ and we’re not? I think so…
Let me hear it please:
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Thanks to reddit for giving us this.
There is no way that is not a human in giant furry suit.
I want to believe tho.
Marty’s final fuck you to the staff of JTTS was to leave us with the absolute shittiest instagram page that exists.
No updates since 2012.
Two pics that are of no relevance to the blog.
A shitty avatar.
Even our bio tagline is completely off “We blog DO you don’t have to…”
Jesus Christ. This is not BMA material right here.
Worst part is.. I emailed him to ask for the password and he claims that he “lost it”.
I’m fucking losing it looking at this piece of shit account Martin.
FOX NEWS HAS REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME…
THEY MAKE THEIR EMPLOYEES USE HUGE IPADS TO GET WORK DONE…
I hope I NEVER have kids.
This is one of the most fascinating stories in the rap stratosphere.
In Hip Hop culture, snitching is a no-no. G-Dep turned that rule on its head when he snitched…on himself???
Nightline covers this story as G-Dep explains why he admitted to shooting a man during a robbery that took place 17 years ago.
Dep claims his conscience was eating at him over the years, and going to the bing was a relief.
I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to kill a man, but yo…If I got kids, freedom, and Dominican’s out here to pork? No fuckin way I’m snitchin on myself.
Do you salute G-Dep for his exemplary moral compass, or does he get the gas face for dummy move of the decade?
Shit went hard.
Earl and Phil team up for Must Watch TV this Wednesday as DMX enters the homes of millions of Midwestern housewives’ living rooms.
Child support, crack addiction, infidelity, and rap – moderated by Dr. fucking Phil…enough to make any self respecting black man cringe.
Shout out to Paul Foley and crew: