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Friday, December 31, 2010

Ohhhhhhh Baby I Like It Raw.

Yesterday ranks in top 10 in one of the greatest days in my life so I ain't going to let that bullshit Syracuse/KState game piss me off. 15 yards for saluting the crowd? Okay, ref had money on that one it was clear as ever. 

I'm going to get nice tonight, I'll probably be like this by 4am:

Fuck I miss him. ODB All day today

No picks today, will try my best to post picks for New Years Day. If you have a kid in 9 months from today and tell me it's mine I'm just going to deny it. Keep that in mind. Also, it'd be a good idea if someone can send me a link to a Sexual Health clinic where the white people go to because after tonight, I'll need it. Also, if you get head with a condom on, you're a faggot. I'm out to hunt for that premium vagina which I'm definitely going to get, have a blast and don't drink and drive, I met someone this past week who lost her mother to a drunk driver. You don't even need to pay those bullshit cab fees or public transit, just sleep in your car. I'm out. Peace. 

Thursday, December 30, 2010

I'm out Til 2011

I'll post picks but I'm going in full vacation mode. Heroin and anal sex with prostitutes. Will post picks and recap, blog returns Monday.

$400 GS/Hawks over 203 -110 (L)
$300 Utah -2 -110= Return of  $572.73 (W)
$400 Miami Heat -5 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)

$500 Maryland -7.5 -110= Return of $945.45 (W)
$500 Baylor -110 (L)
$500 Oklahoma St/Arizona over 66.5 -110 (L)

Play of the Day:
$800 Oklahoma St. -4.5 -110= Return of $1527.27 (W)

Total Wagered: $3400
Total Returned: $3809.09
Total Profit: $409.09
Total Earned to Date: $11155.78

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Happy 1 Year Anniversary.

Before I start let me just say it's now 3:22am and I'm tired as ever but I know most of you dickheads view this first thing in the morning so I'm doing it for y'all. If you feel like you owe me, then you probably do, a naked picture of your wife would suffice. Brace yourself, it's a long one.

December 29th 2009 I was sitting in a pub with someone and he told me I should write down my thoughts, people would be intrigued. He wasn't the first to tell me this so I thought why not start a blog, I'd get maybe 15 views, people would be happy for a month then I could go back to nothing. I started with this entry: My First Ever Blog Post. Fast forward a year later and who knew what this would become. I've gotten paid to host things, I've been on first class trips to another continent, I've sponsored children under difficult circumstances, I've opened my inbox to naked pictures of peoples wives but most importantly, I've talked with and/or met people I never believed were so fucking cool.

I'm talking about this past May, when I was in Montreal and I met Dog and the Rage-a-holics crew and everyone of those guys showed me love. Or in NYC when I met some of y'all and we partied all night. Or how about Dublin where dude invited me to his house and insisted I have dinner. Everyday I talk to people from all over the world because of this blog and it's truly a great feeling. I've been offered great money by companies to push their shit on here. One gambling company wanted to pay me unimaginable loot to stop posting picks on here and sign with them to do NFL (I lost $1900 tonight so maybe that isn't a bad thing). I thought about it for 5 seconds and said, fuck that I'm not going to sell out. I do this for y'all. 

11 months ago a dude from Nowhereville, Alberta hit me up and simply told me "I'm the man." I thought to myself, what the fuck, a dude in Alberta who lives an hour away from work, wakes up extra early to read my shit. Me, a good for nothing dude from Scarborough who prior to this, spent my time on the internet fucking with people on forums and gambling small ass amounts on sports I don't even understand like "Futsal." What the fuck is that? From then on I realized that this was my purpose in life, I've met some of the most amazing people because of this blog and even if I haven't met you, don't think I don't appreciate the support. 

This is that blue collar shit baby, they're are no suits in here. I say whatever the fuck I want because I simply don't give a fuck and because of this, I've met the realist people in this world. This blog isn't no Smirnoff Coolers, it's absinthe. It isn't a Toyota Prius, it's the Chevy Caprice. This isn't for fans of Black Eyed Peas or Fall Out Boy. This is for the folks that come home after a hard day's work, put on that Bob Dylan, that Leonard Cohen, that Nortorious BIG, fuck their wives, husbands, side-chicks whoever and call it a good day. This is for the people who don't give a fuck about social norms, they do there own thing, they act however they feel to act and they are real as ever. That's what this blog is about, it's for the degenerates, the people who aren't afraid of being different, the people who live their motherfucking life however they want to live it and offer no apologies to no one. Thanks for fucking with me over the past year, I can't thank y'all enough especially the ones who have been with me through my ups and downs (too many to name) but I swear on everything, I love y'all. 

Here's a special shout-out to these cities who have all showed me love in one way or another:

Canada: (Calgary, Hamilton, Scarborough, Toronto, Ottawa, Windsor, Montreal, Winnipeg)
USA: (New York City, Chicago, LA, Tamaqua PA, Exeter NH (I love you a lot haha), Atlanta, Cleveland,  Tampa, Detroit, Phoenix) 
International: (Berlin, Manchester, Barisonni Italy (I love you a lot too), Wellington, Sydney, Rio, and Port of Spain)

Thanks for all the shit you've sent and love you've shown.

Recapping the Night: Terrible but I can't be upset. You have to proceed with caution this time of year and tonight exemplifies this. After Christmas, athletes are in vacation mode. The quality of these games have downright sucked. Missed tackles, dropped interceptions, poor play-calling, fuck even the zebras are calling the game shitty. Will bounce back though. 

0-5, Lost $1900, Total Earned to Date: $10746.69

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Legend of D.C.

Note to self, I have to stay away from gin for a minute. What a weird buzz it gives. I've known this chick for about a year now (no Tasha slander you fags) and she's fucking hot. If you're a virgin, or you don't get laid often, she has those kind of tits that will make you go home and start jacking off right away. She tells me a lot of these stories but there's one in particular that stands out. She's a bartender at my local pub and I always call her "Alka-Seltzer" and no one knows why, she rarely tells people why. However today she got a little tipsy and was ready to tell people the story. So we're gathered around like it's story time and she begins to tell the story:

"I had a boyfriend for 3 years who had a small cock and I hated fucking him. I'd read about ways to enhance an orgasm in Maxim. So I read about sticking alka-seltzer in your vagina and I did it. It burnt the shit out of my pussy and there he was with a knife trying to take it off"

But that's not what I want to talk about. As she's telling the story there are 5 of us gathered around. 4 of us are acting normal just enjoying her tits and enjoying the story. There's one guy "D.C" (Drunk Chink) who just couldn't control himself. Dude was having a fucking orgasm while she was telling the story and he couldn't keep it in anymore. I whisper to my boy "yo dude check where his glass is." See DC was holding his glass normally and all of a sudden he put it right over his cock, to presumably hide the boner. As Tasha finishes the story another guy starts talking about how he has stuck ice up a woman's pussy and she had the best orgasm ever. DC can't hold it in anymore, he's getting uncomfortable and then it happened.

"Troo fingas up the bum." That's the first thing DC ever said. So now I'm intrigued and I'm asking him " Yo what the fuck?" He says " I like to stick troo fingers up my bum" and dude starts laughing like this shit is normal. Then he goes on and on giving hand signals about things he's had women done to him. He mentioned "cream-pie" and I don't know what the fuck he was talking about, however it was hilarious watching this guy try to fit in. Here he is, some mid 40s Chinese guy who can barely speak a word of english talking about how he gets girls to play with his asshole and he was getting excited like a little child. If you have a kid, and you tell the kid that you're taking him to Disneyworld, now imagine his reaction. That was DC's reaction during the entire time at the pub once the pussy talk came up. I'm not sure the guy has ever had sex and I know this blog doesn't do justice to exactly how funny it was but fuck "Troo Fingas up the bum," I was in tears.

I'll recap later, bullshit night, picks up before noon, peace.

$400 Georgia Tech +3 -115
$400 Saints/Cardinals over 49.5 -110
$300 OKC/Dallas over 203.5 -110
$300 Twolves/Hornets over 200.5 -110
Play of the Day:
$600 Georgia Tech/Air Force over 56 -110
Total Wagered: $2000
Total Returned: $572.73
Total Loss: $1427.27
Total Earned to Date: $12646.69
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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. In case you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Going to Get Me A Son.

So someone sent me a camera for Christmas. The fuck, I ain't no photographer but I figured it's a good time to make the ladies wet. Nah I'm just playing, this pic was just for the girls that always ask what I look like. If I were a chick I think I'd fuck the shit out of me, just saying. Minus the hairline and Rihanna-like forehead, I got what it takes to get those Heaux. Oh and on an unrelated note, club soda is for the faggots. I've been taking it easy on the alcohol this weekend after Thursday's meltdown and been mixing my vodka with club soda, that shit is nasty. 

So one of my boys knocked up his girlfriend and they have a 6 week old kid. I held the kid today and the little negro wouldn't let go of me. Even an angry asshole like myself was happy with the kid so I figured I want a son. Therefore I need a baby momma. What better way to find a baby momma than on Craigslist. I've posted an ad but incase they flag my shit, I've posted it here as well, enjoy:

Here's the AD:

Incase it gets taken down here's what it said: 

To whom it may concern:

I need one of you Heaux to have my child. I'm 21 and was a bit buzzed today and realized that I need a kid so I'm feeling to smash one of you freaks and get me a child. The fact that I'm unemployed means me and my son, who I've already predetermined will have the name "Fidel," will need to live with you. I ain't marrying you unless you got money though. I'd like my baby momma to be white, though if you got money what does it really matter? I drink heavily on Friday/Saturday nights and often wake up in my own urine but I can change that. I don't do any drugs but if I were to do drugs, I'd like to shoot heroin. I got no criminal record unless those minor incidents come up. (fuck you city of Philadelphia) I'm black and I go to school for something that will never get me a job which is why I need a baby momma to support me. How the hell you expect me to put food on the table with a major in english, heaux? My hobbies include: jerking off, having sex with girls I randomly add on facebook and watching Spongebob. Patrick is my nigga though.

The strangest thing about me is that I once jerked off to an Episode of Oz. Where the dyke-like guard was screwing the prisoner, I must have been 13 at the time and just had to blow it somehow, don't judge me. I have immense faith in God but I don't go to church. If you like the Black Eyed Peas, Bruno Mars, or any other crap then stop reading because you can't be my baby momma. I use Herbal Essences shampoo, I do aroma-therapy here and there from shit I buy at Crabtree and Evelyn, and I love to watch "Love it or List It" and some Bridal shows. I'm not gay though. If you watch Grey's Anatomy then stop reading because you're going to be crazy and won't put out. You're probably wondering why the hell would you want to be my baby momma, well here's why:

From the minute the kid is born he's going to be kicking a football. Everyday, from birth, even on the hospital bed, he'll be kicking a football. He won't learn how to read or write, he'll be kicking a football his entire life. By the time he's 9 he'll be kicking 30-yard field-goals on the regular. He'll get a full scholarship to Alabama (because they know how to forge documents) and will be a black kicker in the NFL. He'll be able to kick 60 yard field goals like it's nothing. He'll be rookie of the year, then he'll make the pro-bowl 10 years in a row, then MVP and a future HOF. He'll be rich, making us rich and you, the baby momma, can buy your expensive weaves and not buy the no-name brand tampons. You feel me? It's a win win, so respond to this message or your ass is going to lose out. Peace.

Recapping the Night: 
$400 Tampa Bay -6 -115= Return of $747.83 (W)
$400 Patriots -8 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$500 Ravens -3.5 -105= Return of $976.19 (W)
$400 Giants/Packers over 43 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$400 FIU +1.5 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$500 Pacers/Grizzlies over 197 -110 (L)
TOtal Wagered: $2600
Total Returned: $4014.94
Total Profit:
Total Earned to Date: $14073.96

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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. In case you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Rare Sunday Blog- 95%

This might fuck your holiday mood up so if you you're happy then you might want to leave the page.I woke up this morning at 6:30, started banging pots and pans and shit, wanted everyone to wake up and open their shit. Everything was going good, I never eat breakfast but my mom came through with this bomb ass Omelette and shit I was fucking happy, then the family came over and it just went down hill. See I said this year I'm going to be happy no matter what but I just couldn't do it. The last 3 years I've spent Christmas evenings in Strip clubs watching sporting events with degenerates and having a good time but I said enough of that, I want to do the extended family thing this year. My mom invited her sister over and some other people and she made a great fucking meal. 

That's when it hit me, 95% of the world is absolute fucking scum. My mom, someone who didn't graduate highschool has done fucking amazing considering the circumstances, yet people hated that she was doing great and they did whatever they could to beat it down. "Oh you going to Circus Circus in Vegas? That's a trash motel" "Why haven't you guys moved out of Scarborough yet, this place is always on the news" and when they couldn't get to her they did tried it on me. I pretended I was cool but fuck deep down I just wanted to fucking snap. Her own fucking family hated that she was doing well, I had people asking me my GPA and shit. Then giving me advice on my life like they know what the fuck they're talking about. Go toss your husband's salad and stay the fuck away from me. Why don't you fucking go fuck yourself you fucking piece of shit, all of them, everybody. 95% of this world is just filled with fucking cunts that compete. Compete for fucking what? Why is it so fucking hard to respect someone who is doing well for themselves. Every fucking opportunity they had they tried to break her down, good on her cause she didn't break.

But me I'm not like that I wanted to fucking punch someone. I didn't even fucking eat dinner fuck those people I grabbed some gummy bears, a honey bun, a bottle of Stella and went downstairs and fucked some of y'all up in Fifa. 95% of the people in this world are just fucking bitch asses who should fucking jump off the Grand Canyon. Fuck that shit I may be a lot of nasty things but I'll never be pretentious. The worst part is, all these assholes live some bullshit ass fake lives. They walk around acting perfect but truth be told they hate themselves, they want to fucking die. Deep down it kills them, everyday living for the approval for others. It fucking bothers them that someone doesn't give a fuck about their opinion and they'll lose sleep over it tonight. Fuck the holidays, fuck family, fuck materialism, fuck society, fuck the Dallas Cowboys, fuck the Lakers, fuck crab-cakes, fuck Gray's Anatomy and fuck everybody else. I don't need shit in this world but Gummy Bears, Popeyes and head, fuck everything else. 

On an unrelated note, I was having a debate with dude and we disagreed on a few things. If you have an opinion on either please let me know, I just want to know if I'm tripping or if I'm right. 

1) I said in parenthood, there is one parent who exerts power more effectively than the other. Aka it's always a good cop/bad cop senario for like the first 10 years. Tell me I'm wrong y'all? You're saying there wasn't one parent you favored out of the other at a certain point in your life because one was more strict than the other?

2) I said 50/50 relationships are a myth, dude doesn't seem to think so. I know I got thousands of published articles on my side haha but what do y'all think? Either email me or comment on it below, I won't share anyone's personal business with anyone I just want to know if I'm bugging or not. 

Christmas Eve Play of the Day:
$800 Hawaii (NCAAF) -10 -110 (L)
$200 Pens +105= Return of $410 (W)
$200 Grand Salami under 73.5 -110 (L)
$300 Spurs/Magic over 197.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Bucks -2 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$400 San Diego St -3 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
Play of the Day:
$600 San Diego St/Navy over 57.5 -110 (L)
$400 Cowboys -7 -110 (L)
$400 Cowboys/Cardinals over 45 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$300 Knicks -1.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Celtics/Magic over 190.5 -110 (L)
$300 Lakers -3 -110 (L)

Total Wagered: $4500
Total Returned: $3655.47
Total Loss: $844.53
Total Earned to Date: $12659.02

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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. In case you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas You Degenerates, Bitches, and Heauxs

I wanted to blog today but then I had to give this chick her present. Shit took hours. I put in work and won't even get a hand job off it haha. Also, all that work I put in and tomorrow some dude's going to wake up and get the best head ever haha but it ain't why I did it. She deserved it for other reasons. That bitch ass dude better shake my hand when he sees me though, taking losses these days. 

One of my boys was all over my mom today. I have a strict no-cock blocking rule so I couldn't do anything but nigga tonight you're going to dream of Jen (his sister NOT Illinois Jen)  saying my name cause I'm going to wank to your sister right now like no tomorrow. When she's done she'll fucking make me Breakfast and shine my shoes and even send me some loot. I'm going to look her in the eye when I fuck her too hahahaha.

Alright I'll try post picks tomorrow and will recap that stuff another time. I want to truly thank each and every one of you for supporting me and I wish you and your families all the best. I gotta be up in a few hours and I still believe in Santa so if you don't you're a fucking faggot. I put out milk and cookies and everything, some say I'm insane but I seen the fat nigga before, he goes to the single parents houses first and smashes the fuck out of those single mothers. If your mom is a single parent, better watch out because he's getting it in tonight. 

Here's a gift for the guys (wank away) : Present For The Guys
Here's a gift for the girls (wank away or just call me and pretend I'm him): Present For Girls

just kidding here you go: Real Present For The Girls
I'm out. Peace.

Friday, December 24, 2010

No blog today

I just woke up, and I am sorting through some homosexual thoughts that I dreamt about. I'm in some dude's house in the suburbs and I don't remember shit from last night. I'm in my boxers and I remember  downing Tequila, Baileys and Guiness all i one. I'll post the video if I ever get it. Will post picks if I ever make it home. Peace.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

I'm So Fucking Wasted I think I'm Going to Die.

Let me start off by saying this picture is real, taken tonight of/by my boy Cheeba. A few weeks ago we got wasted and he whipped out his balls. I said "I know this is gay as shit but why the fuck you shave your balls for.?" He said he don't shave his balls, the blond disguises it. I told him I'll get him back for that gay shit. One day we're wasted in Tim Hortons and he's in the bathroom, I go in and just start pissing in the sink like a fucking mad man. He looks at me saying "what the fuck are you doing?" It ain't nothing but revenge blood. So tonight, he sends me that picture (today's display pic). I told him I'd get him back, he said "I know." Well nigga there you go, let the whole world see your ass. Haha come buy my house on Friday we'll get nice and then get wasted. I gotta behave myself though I don't want to get too drunk. I also got your present blood, you'll like it and I sold my motherfucking cock for it but I got love for you man (no homo).

I think I'm going to die tonight, I just chugged a half bottle of Tequila but the thing had roots and shit inside. Fuck it. Any of y'all ever chug anything and your asshole feels numb. That's where I'm at right now. Fuck it's a rare feeling but it ain't even terrible. Is that how faggots feel? Fuck man I'm wasted out my mind. But check this, a few years ago I got drunk in a bar with the bartender. A Russian girl. So we go to the back and she says "What can I do for you?" You know what I tell her. Shove this fucking wine bottle up your pussy. You know she did it. I had the video too but sold the phone, she treated me like a bitch after though, get your 45 year old ass out of here.

Scoot, if you're reading this remember that time you lost everything and walked back 8 miles to Salford. Then you were fucking livid and called the girl you were seeing. She was a tattoo artist in Glasgow. You fucking laid into the girl so bad she wanted to kill herself. I did that shit today. Not a fraction as bad as you  but Illinois Jen is pissed haha. Peep this tho: "Then don't conversate with me." hahahaah fine Jen. Watch this (dudes don't take notes cause I'm going to lose her for good and will regret this tomorrow at noon when I wake up but I don't care.) K Jen, If I have a 10-20% chance, in this lifetime of hitting it then email me tomorrow. If I don't then never message me again. I'll know where I stand with you hahahahaa.  Let's set odds too I say the odds of Jenne messaging me is +1200. No email tomorrow, or ever -600 haha. Scoot I'll call you before Christmas man if you promise to drop that fake ass UK accent.

Oh and I don't want to be blamed for the drunken immoral shit. I watched the Raptors, live, for 3 hours today, they caused this. I'm also well aware that I won't be getting laid off here til the next Lunar Eclipse but who gives a fuck, I'm finally happy in my life and that's all that matters. I'll recap everything when I'm sober. If I don't make it around tomorrow it means I'm dead from that bullshit alcohol I just drank. Shit was 100000 years old. Oh well, I just chugged 3 Molson Cdn's. This shit tastes like paint, why the fuck my pops buys this shit I got no idea. K I'm out for good, Salute to Reggie tho, dude dropped me some HOT pics of his sister. K I'm out for real this time (oh it took me 3 hours to write this, refused to get the spelling wrong. It'll now 3:47 am and I'm fucking going to die, peace.

Hangover edit: That person whose email I posted, deserved it lol. I know what I'm doing. I'll be nice though and take it down.  

$200 Grand Salami over 22.5 -120= Return of $366.67 (W)
$300 Bulls -3 -115= Return of $560.87 (W)
$400 Raptors/Pistons over 206.5 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$400 Boise St./Utah over 57.5 -110 (L)
Play of the Day:
$600 Boise. St -16.5 -110= Return of $1145.45 (W)
Total Wagered: $1900
Total Returned: $2836.63
Total Profit: 936.63
Total Earned to Date: $13503.55
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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. In case you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Trinidad Lost.

In order to understand this blog you have to check the video. I'd also like to let it be known that my Grandfather is Spanish and I met his mom (my great grandmother) before she passed and that lady didn't speak a word of english so fuck it, I ain't Trinidadian. I've been really hooked on this "To Catch A Predator" nonsense and if you check that video you'll understand why. For starters, he's about to tap some 14 year old girl and without even looking at her you can tell she's fat. She has that "my arteries are clogged" kinda voice and she's breathing harder than a motherfucker. So this dude is trying to get that fat under aged pussy, fine the world's a fucked up place. However, you're about to smash it and look at what dude is wearing (no homo). Is that what people wear to get laid, a black wife-beater and track pants. Not even a fruit of the loom white tee man, you're making Trinidad look real bad right now. Then it gets worse...

Dude promised her he'd take off his clothes before he gets in the house, he didn't even see the vagina yet and dude is already naked. He was bound to smash anything that night. Finally Chris Hansen comes out and dude is standing there butt naked with his old Steve Urkel looking self. Then the internet chat gets revealed, damn Trinidad lost. "I want you to *blank* your cat. You need Cool Whip" What the fuck man. It's bad enough you're fucking coming to smash some fat 14 year old girl, you want her to fuck her cat. What the fuck is wrong with y'all man. It doesn't end there though, the losses just keep adding up for Trinidad. Dude asks for water like he won a prize. "Hey can I have some water?" Chris Hansen just told everyone on national tv that this Trini dude wants this under aged girl to fuck a cat with cool whip and he asks for water like he won something. Then dude starts laughing like he's on candid camera. You could tell this means nothing to him, dude is having laughs.

This is where NBC comes into play, check that 6 minute mark again, they want us to fucking laugh. There's 5 officers coming to arrest him but you got 1 cop dressed like a tree jumping on him. The pedophile looks like Steve Urkel to begin with, the 14 year old fatty he was trying to tap would have fucked his shit up but you got this motherfucking Tree/Bush man jumping out and screaming and shit. Man this world is a fucked up place and I just want to say it now, regardless of what my passport says, I was not born in Port of Spain, Trinidad. The government is lying man they don't know what the fuck they are doing, I was born/raised in Exeter, New Hampshire. I thought I'd catch one of these pedophiles so I logged on a chat room and started acting like a 14 year old chick from Florida. 5 minutes in I got some 23 year old dude asking me for skype sex and I was tripping him out telling him I was the FBI and going to get him. Then I re-read the convo and called dude "babe" without the no homo attached cause I was trying to act like a girl. Ya fuck that I'll let the cops who dress like trees handle that.

Recapping the Night: Hey bro don't mind them you're welcome here anytime. I won't be dropping a dime on your picks anytime soon but I'll still use em for smaller plays. I'd like my readers to know I'm 8-0 with my picks when I get the tip though...hahahaaha just playing man thanks for the support. You DO have to respond to that anonymous user though, there has to be a rebuttal. Dude said "First, the bank is going to come down to your culvert under the Hamilton turnpike and foreclose on your cardboard box (that means they are going to take it away from you) Second, you and your family will now be forced to dine on cat food for xmas, not the gourmet can of Spam and (personally picked) roadside asparagus you had dreamed of. Thirdly, you are going to be forced to peddle your delicate puckerhole for cat food money, to some redneck slob with 'I Love You Mom' tattooed on his cock." THEN he forgave you hahahaahahahahaa fuck man it's 3:30am and I got the pillow over my mouth trying not to wake up the house. How do you respond to something like that?????

It's all love though man (no homo) anytime you feel the need to post a pick, please do I appreciate the love and support.

$1000 SJ/Edmonton over 5.5 -120 (L)
$200 Dallas Mavs +3.5 -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
$400 GS Warriors/Kings over 206 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
Play of the Day:
$800 Louisville (NCAAF) -2.5 -115= Return of $1495.65 (W)
Total Wagered: $2400
Total Returned: $2641.11
Total Profit:
Total Earned to Date: $12566.92

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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. In case you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Y'all Just Ain't Living Right.

 At the present moment I'm in a good place with all aspects of my life so if these blogs  come across like I'm trying to show off/brag, it's because that's exactly what I'm doing. I keep telling y'all to get white girls and only white girls but it falls on deaf ears and then you guys get fucked over. My old lady is white, she's a mixture of Kate Hudson and Gwyneth Paltrow (that's the best I could come up with but she's pretty fucking hot, I'd show y'all pics but she'd shoot me in the nuts.) So I meet her downtown and of course we do the standard hug. I'll tell on myself here but that's okay. Everyone knows if you hug a chick with nice tits and they're pressed up against you then hold on to her about 5 secs longer to get the full effect. You spanish/black girls would have been cussing with your ugly ass weave. Not her though and she smelt like that Christian Dior shit, none of that $5 Sex in the City garbage you buy from suspicious vans at Walmart parking lots.

Now it's time to order drinks and she says "Get whatever you want, I'm buying!" See what I mean y'all, she made me hard for the rest of the date with those 6 words. Now my Old Lady wants water but she's not about that regular ass water. She calls out some long ass name, it's like special water that only the rich white people drink. I don't think the waitress knew what she was talking about but I main chick got mad. She's like " If you have to get someone to go to the Fucking Rockies and get this water then fucking do it, money ain't a thing." I was in awe, next thing you know they bring out this special water and on her glass is like every fruit. Lemon, Lime, Oranges, Grapes all cut up, shit the motherfucking Queen don't drink this kind of water. Time to order and see here's where I ran into a bit of a problem. If I go too "gourmet" then I'm going to have the runs because my body isn't used to this rich shit and I can't fuck up this date so I get this bbq burger. I had to take the loss on a few occasions though. For starters, we are from the hood, we ain't supposed to take that big ass napkin and put it on your lap, that's for the faggots and white people. I had to do it though, had to take the loss. Then, I order the messiest shit ever and once again, I can't fuck it up. I became that 21 year old black dude from Scarborough eating my burger with a motherfucking knife and fork. It was necessary though, don't hate. I don't know what my old lady ordered but the waitress said "you know it comes with a Champagne Vinaigrette!"  I don't know what the fuck a Vinaigrette is but shit that's how you know you made it in this world, when you're with someone that has a Champagne Vinaigrette.

Let me give y'all a life tip though. If you're eating a burger and it comes with bacon, lettuce, tomato, ketchup, all that regular shit then just give up in life because y'all just ain't living right. What the fuck do y'all know about a motherfucking burger that is dressed with a coleslaw. Not the shitty KFC Coleslaw either I'm talking about that good Chef Ramsey prepared shit, we weren't fucking around. Then the white girl effect comes into play. The majority of our conversation centered around her boobs and how terrible the waitress would be to fuck. There were little kids at the table next to us but she didn't care, she was rocking like 10 grand in designer shit so she did what she want. She was even interested in all of my side-chicks, she cares about your bum asses as well, more than I do. She got that European swag too where her pants are 3 quarter length but she's rocking designer boots, that's that shit you see on Runway Models.

Now it's time to go and she hands me a Christmas gift. Wait JJ hold the fuck up. You mean she took time out of her day to come downtown, pay for your meal and gave you a Christmas Gift. Yessir, see what I mean when I say my life is going good. So I'm headed home and all the rich suits on Bay St. are looking at me like what the fuck is this dude doing here. I get home and I open my wasn't just one. White girl comes into play again. She's been giving me gifts for like the last 5 days. I got a bottle of booze I'd actually use (not that Old English shit either) and some wanking material (let's leave it at that.) So I'm about to pack the bag away but I realize this is too heavy, there's still something in the bag. It's fairly heavy and looks like it could be a key of coke. I unwrap it and I was in awe. This is the type of gift you dump your wife for. Only a real white girl who really understands you gives these sort of gifts. Baby wipes. That's what I'm trying to tell you folks, rich people don't even fuck with toilet paper, it's historic to them. They use scented baby wipes. I'll spare you guys the detail but I couldn't wait to take a shit yesterday and after I did, I was in heaven. Today opened my eyes to a whole new world, most of you consider a gourmet meal a 3-Piece at Popeyes and to be honest I was one of those people. Then I found me a white girl............

Recapping the Night:
$300 Orlando Magic -2 -110 (L)
$300 GS/Houston over 213.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Suns/Spurs over 213.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$400 Bears -7 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
Play of the Day:
$600 Bears/Vikings over 33.5 -110= Return of $1145.45 (W)
Total Wagered: $1900
Total Returned: $3054.55
Total Profit: $1154.55
Total Earned to Date: $12325.81

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Monday, December 20, 2010

Just a Weird Ass Week

There's some weird shit going on man so I'm just going to scrape the surface with all this bizarre shit. For starters, yesterday I said I had a convo with 5 women (separately). One of these 5 is upset because she said "people will think I'm a hoe." Uh, okay so she wants y'all to know that she is not a hoe and we never fucked. For the record, I haven't fucked any of the 5, so for those of you who care, an anonymous friend is not a hoe. See what I mean with weird shit. 

Let's continue though, more weird shit, I'll never watch a set porn again. Because of this: (NSFW): Click to View These Jackasses. Really, 11 days from 2011 and people still doing this dumb shit. Who the fuck gets off to shit like that. So I'm on a permanent porn ban but I'm only human so sex-tapes/amateur don't count. I ain't supporting anything else though cause people are fucking dumbasses and don't know how to fucking act. 

Let's continue with the weird shit. So y'all just enjoy sucking your own dicks huh. I was talking to this girl who told me she'll never give me head because I'd never kiss her after without her washing her mouth. I don't care if I blow my load in her mouth or not, she wants a kiss after. You know there's still pre-cum in her mouth and that shit needs to be taken care before my tongue goes in there. I thought she was just being strange but it turns out, most people kiss directly after head. That ain't cool man you're tasting your own sperm, that ain't what God has planned for y'all. It's almost 2011 and kissing your own dick has become socially acceptable. What the fuck is wrong with everyone? Though salute to the people I asked and said "Under no circumstances am I going in for the kiss unless water/mouthwash is used." Even some chicks were adamant about it, good on you people we the last of a dying breed. Men aren't supposed to taste their own sperm man that's just fucked.

The strange shit doesn't end there, I had writers block last week so me and my boy Omar hit the strip club. (He a freak after he gets paid, no homo.) White people go to Starbucks to write and normal people go to the library. However, I ain't fucking normal, I go to the strip club and roll out my laptop and start writing, it gives me perspective and I'm cool with the bouncers. The girls are always intrigued as well and they break out of their "I'm trying to get paid." shell, it's a pretty cool experience. I've spent hours upon hours at the strip club so I know that there are 4 songs in which a girl will go that extra mile in the way she gives you a lap dance. There's something about these 4 songs that makes a girl give it her all. (Tell Me- Diddy ft. Christina Aguilera, My Love- Justin Timberlake ft. TI, Girls Dem Sugar- Beenie Man ft. Mya, Sex Therapy- Robin Thicke)

So I'm in VIP, writing away and Robin Thicke's Sex Therapy comes on. This white dude was getting a dance and she's going that extra mile. You could see she's being sensual/emotional with it, it's almost like she's fucking him without fucking him. You could tell dude never been in this position before so the song is over and he wants more. He whispers something in her ear and he calls over his friend, this is when things got weird. "Hey Todd, get over here!" They both drop $1000 down and they start to bang her. She was just in awe at the money they dropped so she was willing. It got more strange. 

See I wanted to get the fuck out of there but I couldn't stop watching (no homo). These dudes were feeding off each other, it was fucking crazy. For starters, I don't know why anyone would share a girl but these dudes were too happy. They were both "making-love" to her yet feeding off her. One dude would start eating box, the other dude would cheer him on while kissing her in the mouth and they'd switch. They'd hype each other up and continued taking turns, even she had the "WTF" look, she didn't need to be there in order for them to get off. It was fucking crazy to watch these guys share/feed off her in one of the most nastiest disease-filled things I'd ever seen. 5 minutes later I said, okay it's near 5am and this is fucking gay and I got the fuck out of there. What the fuck is wrong with people. 

In other weird news, I'm going to pop the question to my old lady today. I'd tell you guys where we'll be but I don't want none of you freaks bothering me while I'm with her. You hear that __________. If you don't say yes then rest assured, your face will be on CityTV news at 6  with the caption "Woman breaks Man's heart in pieces for all to see!" Good luck saying no baby. 

Recapping the night: 
$400 Lakers/Raptors over 207 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$300 Hornets -4.5 -110 (L)

$300 Texans +1 -105 (L)
$300 Bengals -1 -105= Return of $976.19 (W)
$500 Eagles +3 +100= Return of $1000 (W)
$500 Eagles/Giants over 47 -110= Return of $954.55 (W)
$300 Ravens -2 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)

4pm NFL:
$400 Steelers -4 -110 (L)
$400 Falcons -6 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)

Play of the Day:
$800 Pats/Packers over 43.5 -110= Return of $1527.27 (W)

Total Wagered: $4200
Total Returned: $6558.02
Total Profit:
Total Earned to Date:

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Sunday, December 19, 2010


Whoever invented hangovers is one bitch. Also, I didn't think it was possible but I had 5 different convos with 5 different women last night, I think I cock-blocked myself from each and everyone forever. Haha I wasn't the only one though one of y'all hit me up drunk last night and mentioned the "side-chick" on twitter. I gotta hit bar 244 one of these days though, it's been a while.  Hit delete on that tweet asap hahaahhaah your girl is bound to see. 8am and wide awake, fuck.

Recapping the Night:
Play of the Day:
$2000 Philly/Rangers (NHL) over 5.5 +115 (L)

$300 BYU/UTEP over 50.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Northern Illinois -1.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Troy -2 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)

$300 Knicks/Cavs over 210.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Spurs/Grizzlies over 198 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)

Total Wagered: $3500
Total Returned: $2863.65
Total Loss: $636.65
Total Earned to Date: $8813.24

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Somebody Pissed in My Cereal

Fuck it, fuck it, then fuck it some more. I'm convinced that all this social networking is making people stupid as shit. People are unable to formulate any opinions for themselves anymore they just dick-ride everyone else or do what they think will make them fit in. Be your fucking self, stop being a fucking faggot. If you are a faggot, embrace it but everyone needs to stop fucking being something they're not and social-networking has ruined any hope of originality, creativity, and most important, self-resiliency. I'm just going to post random social networking messages from people I know and dissect it so maybe you can see how fucked up some of you are. Here goes: 

"is on route to completing his 5th and final all-nighter of 2010 (school related purposes) for a paper due at 11:30am."
Really? What in the fucking right gives you, the entitlement to think that I give a fuck about your all nighters in school. You added me on facebook and that's what you want to tell me? That you did 5 papers in school? What the fuck do you want? A Gold fucking star? Is this supposed to make you attractive? Help you get laid? Make you more money? Help you get closer to God? No so why the fuck are you wasting my time and everybody else. No one gives a fuck man people just don't want to tell you that. Fuck I don't even think your parents gives a fuck about that message if they were to read it. That's the truth, that's what you should post on your fucking little status message that makes you feel important..."my parents and no one else gives a fuck." Congrats that you completed 5 papers man you're so fucking special that I'm happy you wasted 12 seconds out of my day to tell me that. On to the next one from another person:
"Money don't change you, it changes the people around you" 
Wow, look at this, some serious fucking knowledge being spewed here. Money don't change you? If money didn't change you then we'd never fucking work so hard to get it. We'd all be fucking hippies doing fuck all in warm ass places roasting marshmallows by a fucking fire and singing "Kumbaya." The only reason people earn money is so they can change. They can accumulate more things, provide for their kids so their kids have a better life than they did, self-indulge and mask any problems. That's what money does, the only fucking purpose it has is that it has a weird ability to change us and make us conform, temporarily into something we're satisfied with. But don't listen to me though, listen to this dude because he's well aware of what he's talking about. On to the next one:
"Most people have 1000 wishes for Christmas; a cancer patient only has one, to get better. Apparently 97% of you won't re-post this to your status, but I was one of the 3% that has, and hope you will be too. In honor of someone who has died, is still fighting, or has survived cancer, please copy this to your status" 
This one really bothers me. A person suffering from cancer only has one wish? Really? So they are reduced then because I swear I know a cancer patient who has more than one wish, just like everyone else she has 1000 wishes. I just called someone who is diagnosed with cancer and  here's what she told me: "I wish my husband continues holding my hand every night the way he does. I wish my kids grow up to be successful. I wish I kick cancers ass. I wish I understood why I'm the one suffering cancer when all I've done is try to be a better person than the day before."
Then the sentence goes on with this status. 97% of people won't re-post it " BUT I WAS ONE of the 3% that has." Wow, self-entitlement again. You feel fucking special huh because you  posted a message on your facebook so your gay ass friends could see how good of a person you are. You're really making a difference in the world man, you're posting messages on facebook and making yourself believe that you made a difference. Good for you, I'm sure someone out there gives a flying fuck because rest assured the people going through chemo right now, the ones who are dealing with the emotional problems associated with cancer don't really give a fuck about your social status message or who posts what in their status. 
I'm not an elitist, I'm the most flawed person in the world but this social networking shit has made y'all into some serious dickheads. Nobody makes sense anymore because people no longer think for themselves. They go with what they think others feel is right and it gives them a false sense of entitlement. Whether or not you intended for yourself to sound like an ass or not, all this shit makes you sound stupid as fuck. Think for yourself, be your own person, stop trying to conform and change and feel you're better than everyone else and you have something that makes you different from everybody else because you're just making yourself look like an ass. 
If you're offended by my shit then delete by page and go to TMZ or Perez Hilton or something and have a great big wank. If you support me then salute you because I fuck with you too. Word to my mother. Peace.  
 Recapping the Night:  
Play of the Day: $1000 Nashville/NJ (NHL) under 5 -105= Return of $1952.28 (W)

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Friday, December 17, 2010

Detroit Isn't So Bad After All

 PS: To the friend that sent me part 3 of my gift today, I'm sorry it's lights out after that. Rocked my world and don't you dare pretend it didn't haha. If I didn't do it before I'm doing it now......just saying.......

After I revealed the mystery women I told y'all she was in that car waiting for me and there were only 2 options. There was a 99% chance I'd end up in Detroit and there was a 1% chance I'd end up in San Diego, let me just say, Detroit isn't so bad after all. Before I get into it Jen is a great person and I'm not slagging her, I just find everything funny so why not  blog about it. Yesterday her and I were at odds all day, there wasn't that connection, me and internet chick went toe to toe for hours, then I find out she has a boyfriend. Alright cool you got a man, that's great but he has nothing to do with me. She even said she'd break up with him to make things work between us, no thanks sweetie. Then we finally had a real convo, I got to see the real Jen, albeit briefly. She showed her true colors and she downplayed the relationship with her other dude and broke free. It was actually great to watch. Let's just say ended up the night on the right note. 

I get up this morning, things are weird. Okay, something is up and I don't know what and it starts bothering me. I finally get to the bottom of it (I'm wrong for displaying this email but I'm too real not to, she's long gone anyway haha): 

As far as where we are, it's friends. I'm flirtatious by nature, and so is my boyfriend, and we don't have issues talking about sex or other topics to other people. It's just playful conversation. I can tell it's confusing to you, though, so I will definitely make an effort to stay friendly.

Hahahahahahahaha. Word. Last night she was on her "my boyfriend doesn't want me, he'll break up with me soon or I'll break up with him," today it's exactly what I just copied and pasted. There's 3 possibilities in all of this. 1) Guilt. 2) I did something wrong. 3) He did something right. Let's rule out #1 though because Jen and I were just whatever we were, you can't put it into words. It was some weird, tense, thrill, like being on cocaine for 4 days, nothing guilty about it. Now let's look at #2. Jen's one way with me when we go to bed (on an emotional level) and I wake up she's completely different. I was asleep so unless she read the blog and somehow hates me on another level, it's safe to say #2 is ruled out. That could only leave #3. Dude had to have come over to her dorm room and ate the best damn pussy he ever ate. He must have tossed her salad as well cause she wasn't digging him last night I could tell you that much. Dude must have hopped up on his bike and rode his ass all the way down to Central Illinois and ate that ass like it was a Popeyes 3-piece meal. Better you than me blood, I salute you. 

Recapping the night: Ain't that a bitch, down 600, $8497.11. By Sunday I swear everything in terms of the gambling will get back to normal. I apologize for the slip up though. 

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Legend of Foreskin

Before I start, to the person who sent me my Christmas gift today, thank you. Not the first part (the first part was great by the way)...however the second part, hands down best gift I'll receive this year. That is all. 

Karma is going to get me for this blog but it just has to be done, this is for my dickhead friends who say I never do anything blog-related pertaining to them. To understand this story I gotta take you two years ago for New Years Eve. A friend, let's call him Foreskin, and I were pub crawling getting fucking wasted. Now I've said a tonne of shit while drunk, most of you know my drunk-texting immunity policy so I have no problem when someone wants to say something to me while intoxicated. However, it's 3am on New Years Eve morning and Foreskin says to me " I'm never having sex again." Uh, what the fuck, I know you're drunk but chill on that gay shit. " It hurts so much to have sex, I always have to flip my foreskin back and it pains man." Uh ya what do you tell someone who tells you that, all one can do is blankstare and hope they change the topic.

Fast-forward 2 years later to last weekend, foreskin comes to the pub where I'm with some dickheads. I'm wasted out of my mind and tell them the story. I'm not sure what's worse, the story itself, or my friend, let's call him "Crazy ass Croatian" who then tells us he knows someone who got circumcised at 30 and was in the hospital for a week. What the fuck. I'd also like to say the pub we were at had a special $5 martinis. I seen a black person drinking this from the gay ass glass and had to get one. So we ordered a round and chick was upset that she had to make it, so we ordered martinis all fucking night just to piss her off. The shit ain't gay if you down it like a shot, which is what I did. 

UFC is over so we drive around doing fuck all for a bit, I had some vodka on me but I was ready to puke at this point. Anyway Foreskin tells us to drop him off at his house, he has some bomb ass weed. I'm so drunk I spend the whole car-ride blabbing about his sister. I only seen her once but Foreskin's sister has an ass like no tomorrow man. However I don't remember her face, she could very well look like foreskin for all I know. Also, maddddddd props to Foreskin even though I don't quite remember the face, he showed me a picture of his sister on his phone. Not many dudes do that man...but who keeps a picture of their sister on their phone? Anyway thanks man.

So now me, Crazy Croatian, and Foreskin are behind some highschool smoking up. The fucking guy pauses the fucking rotation to tell us how amazing his papers are. Like really foreskin unless we're smoking from $100 bills, just puff puff pass. As we're driving back around because foreskin left his car in some parking-lot, he gets a text from his hot ass sister (I think she's hot I just explained the story above lol) He's getting nervous cause he thinks she found his stash, it's pretty suspicious when someone walks in the house, grabs something from his room and walks back out. Then he says "Phew she didn't find anything she just was texting me....nevermind." So I'm just enjoying my high listening to my mp3 in the car but Crazy Ass Croatian isn't having any of this. Dude stops the car and says, what the fuck do you mean nevermind. Foreskin says don't worry about it. Then, one of the funniest things I've ever heard anyone say, was said. Crazy Ass Croatian says: " Dude, Dude, Dude, You know who you are man. You're like the chick. You're like the chick I called over to my place. She comes over to my place, she takes off her clothes, then she puts it on and she leaves" Nigga what the fuck. I was in fucking tears after that story was read. Dude I get what you're saying...but really? Foreskin told us what the text was about and it was really nothing, just some personal family stuff. I still can't believe the dude said that.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Mystery Woman

If none of this makes sense it's because I'm going through these gay ass exams and don't sleep. A lot of people want to know about the mystery woman so here is the long ass story. (While some of y'all don't give a fuck about this one and rightfully so, I'll have some kick ass blogs coming up later this week, I also take requests now because I'm that fucking awesome)

So I got wasted on Saturday, get home around 3am and I start fucking around the chat sites again. There's this girl Jen who is from Illinois and 5 days older than me. I'm just telling her the dumbest shit ever (she reminded me after). 2 hours later she goes to bed but before she goes I tell her I'll have something blog related in the morning, if she likes it I get an email. That night, as I'm going to bed I go to take a piss and fall in the fucking bathtub, I might have been wiping my ass though, I don't remember. It's now Sunday morning and I'm hung over and feeling like shit. I re-read the blog and I think to myself, yup you fucked this one up good. Sometime during the day she sends me her email and I'm stunned. 

We talked all day on Sunday and it was just a regular ass convo. Now it's Monday and she's leaving hints everywhere that she's getting wet but I don't read between the lines well. So I put on my thinking cap and I draw up this complex maze with 2 solutions. One leads to her wanting my cock and the other leads to her saying this is just the internet. This girl picked no option but still completed my complex charts and questionnaires. How is that fucking possible, she's mindfucking the person doing the mindfucking. This was on some Inception shit, eventually she told me that she wants my cock. Then came the second hurdle, she's Jewish. 

Now a lot of you know I watch a lot of those bride shows and I thought to myself, Jewish people are never with negros, chinks or terrorists. They are those people who don't fuck outside of their race. Yet she made it quite clear she isn't really religious and it's still a possibility. I wasn't finished mindfucking her though. I threw everything and the kitchen sink at her to try and make her discouraged and she didn't bite. I told her I get all my clothes from footlocker and Champs, she said "I go for the more professional types but that's okay." I showed her the ugly ass picture of me wasted humping someone in Montreal and she still stuck around. Clearly I'm doing something rightm I don't know what it is though but it's something. Yet I still didn't believe it so I told her " I have a girlfriend." Let's just say, I paid for that dumbass lie. Then came today:

Jen aka Jen Bauer (a 24 reference for you slow fucks) is just kicking my ass and I'm giving her everything she wants. She's stalking the blog, she's demanding shit, she's on a roll. This is essential to any relationship, you HAVE to take the loss many times. Then we started talking about sacrifices and things like that and Jen Bauer decides to say "I could go online less...?" For any of you dumbfucks out there that don't know what you're doing this is where you go in for the victory. The response she expects is " no please don't" instead the response I give her is " no no I could go online less..."...her response " No, you shouldn't...." Let her have the minor victories, take the big ones. 

I know what most of you're thinking, it's an online thing and I'm wasting my time. For starters, time isn't wasted when you're having a great time. The only issue with online relationships is that you need to make sure the person looks like their pic/video and isn't a fucking dude. I've verified that she is hot female and I sent her the ugly ass pic of me so it ain't a problem for her. I'm not putting in any work, I'm not trying to get in her pants, I'm just being me and as of right now I got more accuracy than Tom fucking Brady. Illinois, while far away ain't a big fucking deal especially when my friend's sister Tree-Hugging Katie flew to Australia for the cock. Here's the way I see this: Jen is outside my house right now and in a car that leads to 2 different destinations. If I get in the car there is a 99% chance she strands me in Detroit. Lost, confused, broken and battered. There is also a 1% this car goes to San Diego...maybe this is God's way of saying thank you for all the good shit I did this last year or maybe this is Satan saying "take that you bitch ass." Either way, I'm a gambling man, I'm getting in the motherfucking car.

Watch out though, Jen has like 7 different majors and is only my age. She doesn't eat fried food, she doesn't smoke or drink. She talks like she's Condoleesa Rice and she will kick your fucking ass at everything. I ain't defending your asses either, she's white and I ain't going to blow my one shot at a white girl for you fucks. This is going to be fun. 

Recapping the night: No research = $1000 loss. I really need you guys to start posting picks lol 

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010


 I'm warning you if you keep reading it might fuck your day up so just skip the blog today and come back tomorrow I'll have a better topic.

Something's been bothering the shit out of me and I've gotten permission with the hope that this may deeply help someone so I'm just going to come out and say it. I've had the chance to talk to a lot of people here but sometimes I wish I was a fucking naive dude living in a fucking cave. There's this 19 year old chick who has been a fan of the blog for a minute and we talk every now and then. Her boyfriend beats the shit out of her. She has no friends because he won't let her have any and he monitors her every move. Her mom passed away, her dad is some rich suit motherfucker who ain't home and don't give a fuck about her. She really has no one. This past weekend she talked to me and it was fucking sick to see a human being go through that. I won't get into it but at 4am on Saturday morning I was wide awake doing whatever I can to get her to continue talking to me and to not get off that computer because I was scared as shit she was going to hurt herself. 

Finally I get her to talk and stay with some relatives. I talked to her until on Saturday and then I got completely shit-faced. You know you think all that fucking alcohol would make this shit go away for one minute but it fucking didn't. I didn't talk to her for a bit but then I found out her relatives didn't care and wanted her back home by herself. I got some weird ass messages on Sunday I believe it was saying "who the fuck are you." and while I didn't respond i knew exactly what happened. He found out. Today she hits me up saying we can no longer talk but I saved her and she begged me to delete all her contact info and thanked me for everything. She asked me what I told him, I asked her if she deleted the convos. She then said "oh I didn't, this makes sense then."

I told her I'd defer exams and fly my ass to her place and go with her to the cops, I told her I'd stay in her house til her pops gets back and I'd talk to him. I told her I'd do whatever as long as she gets some help. She just said thanks for everything and left. I thought about going to the cops but that won't do shit and I don't even know exactly where she lives. What a motherfucking bitch this whole situation is. I did what I motherfucking could but you know what, it wasn't shit. There are fucking bitch ass prick motherfuckers in this world that do this fucking stupid shit for who knows what and a poor girl, a fucking beautiful girl too I put this on my life she'd shit on half the celebrities you see on tv, she has to endure this. 

This is the part where I'm supposed to be fine. Where I'm supposed to pretend none of this ever happened and just go on with my life knowing I did the best I could. Fuck that and fuck the motherfucker who is doing this shit to her. I wish she'd go get help but it's just a pipe dream. She begged me not to ever look at her different and I made sure she knew she was not the worthless object she felt in this world. I'll pray every motherfucking day that she gets out of whatever she's in and I ask the religious folks to do the same. You could have every fucking materialistic object in this world, a motherfucking private jet with the hottest supermodels and that won't hide the fact that this world is one motherfucking cold ass place. Yes there's good in everything but fuck that. 

I don't care about gambling or anything else for that matter so I might take it easy for a bit. Hoping to shake this off soon though and hope to be fine by bowl season. Please no sympathy emails or nothing like that I'm well aware of the situation, what I did and what the case is, I just want to chill for a minute. I'll shake this off soon and get on with it. Kiss your daughter/son tonight and tell them you love them because there's people in this world who got no one. Peace.

Ps still post picks and all of that I might still hit it, I'm playing with small ass units though.