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Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Mexican Who Can't Get Laid

For one reason or another I feel as though God has put me on this earth to chill with Mexicans. I relate with those people more than one could imagine. A) I don't like to work hard. B) I like to drink. C) I don't really care what the majority thinks of me. D) I grew up in a family where my mom was the one who did all the hard work and my dad simply did "just enough." The Mexicans and I have a tonne in common so I often find myself chilling with these people asking them how it felt to run across the border or hop the big ass fence. They always give me the same response " Jo Mane It was Cool But Big Big Big Mall Mane in San Antonio, big mall " The fuck? I swear you ask any Mexican who hopped across the border in Texas and I promise you they'll end up talking about some outlet mall in San Antonio.

I got this Mexican friend who I often hang with because he's a degenerate like myself. We often go out, get smashed and not give a fuck about anything or anyone. I've introduced him to the strip clubs a while back and since then he's been addicted. There's only one problem, the guy can't get laid. It ain't that he's ugly, he looks like Antonio Banderas in his prime (no homo). He's athletic, doesn't do any drugs, and gets good grades. I could understand during a weekend bender especially with the way we conduct ourselves, he ain't getting laid but even with the most easiest of girls, he just always has to end up paying for it. Nothing wrong with his game, his looks, or anything else I think he's just unlucky and/or cursed. Over the years it's taken a toll on him. He hasn't had a girlfriend in several years and he's had a few hot chicks but they end up "fooling around" and then disappear. This was getting to him so he decided to get a job (McDonalds) and travel in an effort to get laid.

Mexican just came back from Argentina. He has a friend down there and figured he'd be getting pussy for 2 weeks straight with a Canadian passport, his own room, and a shitload of money saved up from a month at working McDonalds. You got to imagine it's fairly easy to get laid down there. If Maradona's coked up fat ass can get anything he wants then a good looking dude (no homo) should be able to get some ass. 11 days out of the 14 day trip passed and he didn't get any pussy. Same old shit, came close a couple times, felt a few tits but that was it. "Dey won me to beg mane, they won me to tell them I love them," he claimed. On the 13th day my boy was destined to get laid so he hits the club and is willing to try anything. He gets no luck and he's so drunk at this point he grabs the first thing he sees ( he has no clue how she looks like) hands her $250 American takes her back to the place he was staying and plows her. The next morning he woke up to the ugliest black chick ever. A Lisa Bonet looking motherfucker as he puts it. I didn't even know there were black people in Argentina. I'm never going to complain about my life again, traveling several thousand miles to pay for a black chick is like doing the fat girl in grade 11 who smells like Cheese Whiz.

Recapping the Night: 
$700 Barcelona -150 (Loss)
Total Earned to Date: $691.66

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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Hide Ya Kids, Hide Ya Wife

If you happen to live under a rock and haven't heard about Antoine Dobson then check the video out, it's funny for about 10 minutes then goes back to being the viral crap it is. However he mentions something intriguing. "Hide ya kids, hide ya wife, hide ya husbands 'cause they rapin' everybody out here" I can't help but feel I have a connection to whatever he's saying, minus the whole rape stuff. In 8 days the NHL starts. To be honest Canada has given me a lot. We came up here from a third world country with fuck all, living off bread and sugar (literally just bread and sugar) for a while. Racism was still heavy so even when you witness it as a kid it sort of fucks you up. However as the years go by things get easier, you accumulate more wealth, more materials and you come to the conclusion that Canada has given you a lot, despite the hardships.The only other option was to live in Trinidad and pray I haven't been gunned down yet.

Yet at the same time Canada given me a lot of pain and suffering. To wake up every fucking day, turn on the television and hear the name "Sidney Crosby" or team "Toronto Maple Leafs" on every sports channel for 42 minutes out of every hour must take its toll on someone who really doesn't give a fuck. There are 8 days left and there are a variety of sports out there. College football, baseball, soccer, NFL, fuck even the Ryder cup and I'm going to spend the next 8 days enjoying each and every one. In 8 days I feel as though the rapists are coming back and are here to stay until June. Hide your kids, hide your wife and hide you husband because for the next 8+ months they will be forcing you to hear about shit you don't give a flying fuck about. I like hockey but the media has a sick obsession with it. 

I'm warning  you now, a 10 year old kid could save his family from a burning building but you won't hear about it if Phil Kessel scores a hat-trick on the same night. You might want to go to a pub on a Saturday night and watch #1 Alabama face off against Mississippi St. in a game that may decide if Alabama makes it to the National Championship game. You call up your boys, you get to the pub and despite the motherfucking chain Bar and Grill having 9 televisions they tell you "sorry, we can't show you the biggest college football game of the season because we rather show the Leafs and the Columbus Blue Jackets." Hell even when there are no NHL games scheduled, you're at the bar watching the Colts and Patriots and there will always be some fucker who will interrupt your conversation to talk about how well the Leafs are doing and how Dion Phaneuf is going to be an all-star. It's coming folks and you better watch out because "dey rapin erreybody out here."

Recapping the Night:
Play of the Day:
$600 Yankee run line (-1.5) -125= Return of $1080
$700 Arsenal -110= Return of $1336.36
Total Wagered: $1300
Total Returned: $2416.36
Total Profit: $1116.36
Total Earned to date: $1391.66

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Secret Society

If this entry seems a little scattered it's because I'm sick as a dog and decided to pop 2 of those drowsy no-name cold relief caplets. An hour passed and they weren't doing shit for me so I popped 2 more, finally starting to feel it.

Today I had errands to run with someone who loves Starbucks. I have never purchased from Starbucks because coffee isn't my thing. That shit doesn't taste good unless it has 7 packets of splenda. Usually when I go with this friend to Starbucks I'm pissed drunk so I'm unaware of my surroundings. Either that or he visits the one inside the bookstore and I never notice anything other than the old Tamil guy who can't speak english working the cash register. However, today on route to run errands, my friend stopped off to get a coffee. Holy crap what did I walk into.

The first thing I noticed were the Mac Laptops. Everyone sitting down (it was fairly packed) had their laptops out on these tables and were typing away. Starbucks has always been known as a place where writers work to get their shit done but I always thought that was a myth. Who the fuck would willingly give up Skype sex and jerking off to sites like xvideos to sit at Starbucks all day and write away. Apparently these people do. The black people also dress so proper. Their shirts tucked in, they got the latest name-brands and most importantly, none of them seem to look or act like deadbeat dads. Now it was getting real strange. You go up to order and it's like a motherfucking chalkboard. More weird ass material. They got some basic week old looking croissants they're selling for like $6.50. How the fuck is this place not bankrupt. Then I checked out the board to see what they sell and I noticed that in this weird, secluded Starbucks world tall means small. What the fuck. You got human rights people bitching at the TTC and forcing them to install a system where every bus stop is mentioned during the route. You have human rights people bitching about the cussing on tv. Now you're telling me the government allowed Starbucks to make their small a "tall" and the human rights people aren't bitching. Please. 
I've come to the conclusion that Starbucks is one of these secret society, Illuminati, type shit in which people dictate the world. They come with the most expensive laptops, purchase the most basic ass food at an unimaginable price and the language is messed up where Vendi means some sort of size and small means tall. I'm not buying this fair trade, green type shit either. I've heard plenty stories of what goes on with Starbucks' trucks once the lights go off. Their a nasty ass company like the rest. Either way, in this weird ass world where everything is so strange and the black folks have ambition, it's plain to see that Starbucks is part of a secret society. I'd go on about how fucked up things are but I'm going to visit (not safe for work) and hit the sack (no homo) (that's what she said). 

Recapping the Night: Some dude made a comment about unicorns and I'm too knocked up to figure it out. But yes, I've lost well over 3 grand in 3 weeks, I'll post a loss tonight and I'm in the midst of a nasty ass slump but I'm making all this shit up for no reason at all. Naturally I shouldn't be explaining myself but I will because it's entertaining. If I was in a unicorn land right now I'd be up a couple hundred million and getting blown by Sarah Palin. I try to post the in-game ones asap but sometimes I'm forced to hit the refresh button 100x because sucks and I don't have a mobile phone that has internet. I'm not posting it for the target audience either just those who happen to be browsing or live on this page (some of you do ). But ya I just sweat out a 3rd and goal that could have lost me $1500 because this is all fake. I've been getting more meticulous with the write-ups because my sponsors have asked me too, so blame them and eat a dick if you think all this is fake. 
Play of the Day:
$500 Packers -3 -105 (L)
$500 Packers/Bears over 45.5 -110 (L)
In game: $500 Bears/Packers under 39 -125 (W)
Total Wagered: $1500
Total Returned: $900
Total Loss: $600
Total Earned to Date: $275.20


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, September 27, 2010

Putting My Parents on Blast

Before I get into it let's start the week off with some weird shit. I like Nike Tees. I go into Footlocker and get like 5 for $40 and rock 'em all the time. I go to the pub today and some dude keeps starring at me shaking his head. When I go up to him to ask what the fuck? he said, "would you want your child being sold for cheap labor." What the fuck, I said "no I'd make sure she charges johns by the hour so she gets properly paid" Then there's this: not safe for work: Not safe for work but click anyway

Let's get into it. I wake up at 7am this morning to watch Manchester United shit the bed. I find it weird but by halftime my parents were out the door and wouldn't tell me where they were going. I assume the worst (they are going to fuck) and I continue with my game. They arrive back at 10:30am and ask me to "try something on." It's a $2 Spain soccer tee from Giant Tiger. I reply with "I'm not now or ever wearing anything with Spain on it, those dudes where speedos." Then they go on and on about how ungrateful I am and so forth. See I'm the type of guy that likes to wear shirts that are ripped and torn and shit in the comfort of my own home. It ain't like I'm trying to get laid in my own house. I wear shit that's comfortable and usually purchased in the 90s because I like that. They insist that the neighbours believe  they're poor with the way I dress when cutting the lawn and I need to dress better around the house. I suffer from high blood pressure so I took the shirt, stuffed it in the back of my drawer and get on with my day. It only got worse...

For the past 6 weeks they've been trying to get me a new bed and futon. I sleep on a twin bed that is perfectly fine and I'll admit the futon is shit. The problem is, all motherfucking futons are shit. The only reason we're looking to buy one is that it is the only thing that could fit downstairs (low ceilings and narrow doors). I also had a lot of sex on my twin bed and I don't want to change it. In the past 6 weeks we've been to: Ikea, the Brick, Leons, Sears, Walmart, and some Arab furniture stores. Everything I point out, they hate. My mom will say " oh my gosh that ugly thing" and my dad will say "yes we're looking for something like this but not quite. Something like that though" For fuck sakes you've said you want something "like this" in 6 fucking stores don't you think that whatever your looking for isn't fucking invented. Anyway as I said, high blood pressure so I just keep my mouth shut. As I stuff the $2 Spain shirt I didn't want in my drawer my mom says "oh we purchased a futon and a bed for you at the Brick, it'll be here October 9th."

Wow, so that's how we're going to play. Neither of my parents graduated high school and I'd wager they'd have trouble spelling the words "high school." I write all their emails, handle a lot of their investments, I clean, I help with the laundry, I cut the lawn, I always got an 80% average and I never did any crazy ass drugs. In 21 years I'd consider myself to be a good kid, not a role-model but I held my own. Now, they want to go behind my back and purchase something for me, without my permission because we don't share the same tastes. My mom fucking listens to Jim Reeves for fuck sakes how could we have the same taste. My dad likes Bon Jovi and constantly talks about the only book he's ever read in his life, Animal Farm. We're just not alike.

So today I've been plotting revenge. I don't care if the bed and futon is the best shit ever, I'm going to hate it and I'm going to voice my displeasure. See a white kid would be finished there but I'm taking it a step further. I thought to myself, maybe I should do meth, that would teach em a lesson. Nope. Maybe I should jerk off on their bed. Nah that's foul. Then it hit me. I'm going to knock a girl up and not give a shit about the kid. Make those mid-40 parents now become grandparents, I can't wait. Oh ya, I need a girl, so if anyone wants to help me with this plot to get revenge and have a kid in the process, hit me up. I'm aiming for females past their prime who are desperate, my parents would hate it even more. If you're interested in having my child so we could get back at my parents and want a monetary reward or Burger King 2 can dine for 7.99 coupons ( I got a tonne of them) don't hesitate to email me, please and thanks.

Recapping the night: Horrible start but great ending. Was drenched in sweat after the Jets game. Thanks for the emails once again and if you have any locks just post them here or send an email, most of you were clutch this weekend.
$600 Manchester United -200 (L)
$500 Eagles -2.5 -115= Return of $934.78 (W)
$300 Cincy -3 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$400 Jets +2.5 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
Total Wagered: $1800
Total Returned: $2271.15
Total Profit: $471.15
Total Earned to Date: $875.20

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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, September 26, 2010

Sunday Recap

Just a reminder, blog up tomorrow. Got plenty emails so thanks for those. Thanks for all those who replied to that dumb ass logic question. Didn't get smashed tonight, thankfully. Let's make some money tomorrow.

Play of the Day:
$700 Alabama team total points over 31.5 -130
College Football:
$200 Alabama -7 -110
$500 Penn State -7 2nd half line because Teddy Covers said so.

Total Wagered: $1400
Total Returned: $954.54
Total Loss: $445.46
Total Earned to date: $404.05

Friday, September 24, 2010


Don't feel like blogging today. 90% of us had TCU, all got blown off a missed extra point. I pushed but I feel for those that had it at -18. Unreal. Surely there's light at the end of the tunnel right. Anyways picks are coming up, pushed last night and as much as it pains I'll call it a blessing. Let's get it. Oh I need help with this homework question so if you know the answer, comment or email me

Here's a little logical puzzle: you are in a strange land where everyone is either a knight or a knave. Knights always tell the truth; knaves always lie. You meet two of them, A and B. A says "we are both knaves". What are A and B? Prove it.

Dumbass of the Year

When white people want to make it in this world they go to LA or NYC. When Mexicans want to make it in this world they go to Home Depot parking lots. When Indian people want to make something of themselves they go to London and Chinese people go to Vancouver or Toronto. When blacks want to make something of themselves in the world, they go to fucking Atlanta. What the fuck are you going to do in Atlanta? Work at the Coke museum? Hold a camera for Peachtree tv? It's something  I never understood but the guy on your left capitalized off the African Americans in the Atlanta community. Bishop Eddie Long started with a small church of 300 in 1987 and it has since grown to 30k. He's a prominent member in the hip-hop community because negros love that homophobic shit he talks about. Nothing like waking up and going to church on a Sunday to hear about how God can't save gays. Doesn't it make you feel so much more spiritual.

Despite allegations of mishandling funds, his homophobic nature, and the fact that he often dresses like a pimp Bishop Eddie Long has done some remarkable things. You have to give credit where credit is due, Bishop Eddie Long has instilled hope and faith into a bunch of people who really have fuck all. Yet they go to church, they pray, sing, and regardless of where the guidance is coming from, maybe after it's all said and done they live a better life. But there's always a catch, the world always resorts to being the black hole it really is. Bishop Eddie Long, during his spare time likes to have sex with teenage boys and it has all now come to light. He's taken them to places like New Zealand, Honduras, and my place of birth, Trinidad. C'mon Eddie Long why the fuck you take them to Trinidad for, that's foul. Either way, this guy who not only made a lot of money over his congregation but above all he gave people hope and faith is now fucked.

There are pictures all over the net of this negro in gay ass poses. He plans to address his congregation this Sunday where he'll either inevitably lie and tell them all these accusations are false. (kind of hard to do that with pics of you in a tight fitted muscle shirt posing). Or he'll do the smart thing, come out and admit what he's done and cry and say your sorry and mention the word "change" about a half billion times. Unfortunately, history has thought us that this route has only worked for white people. I'm making light of the situation but it truly is detrimental when your in a position of power, you've done a terrific job in steering young people into the right direction  (regardless of how much money you took) and now it all comes to an end because you like to jerk off little boys and dress up like a homo. Who are they going to turn to now? Soulja Boy?....once again we're all fucked.

Recapping the night: This is what happens when you hate the fucking board but your such a degenerate you bet it anyway. Then you realize it's midnight and you're trying to lay 1 last in game play to try and minimize the damage. I swear on everything I love if I don't win tomorrow I'm done with this shit for a while, my brain and body can't take it anymore. I apologize though I've been playing like a dumbass these last few weeks though deep down I think there's some weird psychological thing tied into all of it. We'll see. GO TCU.

$500 Yankees -140 (L)
$500 Rangers -125 (L)
College Football:
$400 Miami -3.5 -110 = Return of $763.63 (W)
Play of the Day:
$600 over 48 Miami/Pitt -110 (L)
Late Play: $500 Padres -110
In game cause I'm a retard:$500 Padres +2.5 -110= Return of $954.45 (W)
Total Wagered: $3000
Total Returned: $1718.08
Total Loss: $1281.91
Total Earned to date: $849.51

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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.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Turning in my White Girl Card.

Since time started, black dudes been getting shit on. They were slaves, then they got out of slavery and started getting ripped off by executive white folks in Motown. Then they decided to take up boxing and were getting ripped off by promoters. Then they decided to do rap music and got ripped off by record executives. These days most of them are wearing Hello Kitty shirts with skinny jeans and I don't know what the fuck that is about but I ain't one of those dudes. However one thing has always remained certain ever since the slavery days. The white girls love us. Regardless if we were picking cotton, singing "Ain't No Mountain High", boxing, or rapping "Fuck The Police" the white girls have always loved us and we've cashed in. Well today, I'm turning in my white girl card. 

I was at this party the other week and it was mostly white folks. You know the type to do lines of blow in the bathroom, listen to rock, and talk about the upcoming hockey season. So I'm there with someone and we're getting smashed (suprise suprise). I look around and there isn't one hot girl. Not one, in a white party filled with a tonne of girls, they are all ass ugly. Okay I say to myself, it's still early. Midnight strikes, 1am strikes, still nothing. Now I'm thinking maybe I'm tripping out and if I do more booze, one of these girls will start looking like Heather Locklear. More pints went in. I start looking around and that's when it hit me. What a pathetic bunch of human beings. For starters they were all grotesque and they all had a gunt. (if you don't know what a gunt is click here ) They also all had bootydo's (there stomachs hung out more than their booty do). 

But what's worse, they all were so damn basic. Basic ass jobs (cashier, secretary, babysitter). None of these were any aspiring doctors, CEOs, or lawyers. They were ugly as shit but they still had boyfriends and some of them had kids. However I just kept thinking about what a shitty life to live. All they ever do is smoke weed, drink, and listen to Bruce Springsteen. They've never been on a plane nor will they ever get on a plane. The only time they truly have fun is when watching Hockey Night in Canada. Most of em don't have a high school education and they can't even fucking cook. As the pints went down the more I contemplated. The more I realized that even the hot ones I had banged, they lived this sort of life. This bland, uninspiring, boring ass life was the norm. for white people, not the exception. I had it all wrong, where the Latina girls at?

Recapping the night: This is a start, hopefully keep it rolling.
Play of the Day:
$2500 Manchester United -250= Return of $3500 (W)
Total Wagered: $2500
Total Returned: $3500
Total Profit: $1000
Total Earned to Date: $2131.43

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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, September 22, 2010

This Is Why Your Life Sucks

I've worked 3 jobs in my life. I started off as a landscaper where I basically did some sodding and snow removal for these German-Jewish people. I made $15/hour and took shit from white people who hated my black ass. I then went on to be stadium security/usher at BMO Field where I made $12.75/hour and had to put up with drunken Mexicans and guys who use fake British accents to justify why they are hooligans. Then I worked maintenance at a Nursing home where i fixed light bulbs, installed patio furniture and took shit from old people who suffered from Alzheimer. I made 22.50/hour and once again hated my life. See I then realized this blue collared shit wasn't for me. In order for me to make any money and be happy I rather sit in an office and play Mafia Wars on facebook. 

Let's rewind to last weekend. It's my boy's 23rd b-day party and we're celebrating at the regular spot. It's now 2am and the place is about to close but I'm about 8 pints and a gin and tonic in. I hear someone say they want wings so I go up to the bartender and inquire if the kitchen is still open. That's how I remember it, I told him to forget it but he didn't hear me. 15 minutes later, a waitress comes with a plate of wings. See this bitch has been fucking up all night, she doesn't know math, she's slow and she's annoying, although she has an ass. She comes to the room and says who ordered these. I deny (at this point I'm blacking out, and the entire room denies ordering it). My boy says to me, "hey didn't you order it" and I'm thinking shit I don't even remember but it's like $10 bucks why the fuck not, so I say sure it's me. That's when things got ugly. The waitress says "SO WHY WOULD YOU SAY IT WASN"T" and keeps going on and on. Whoa, this hoe ass slut yelled at me. At this point all I'm thinking about is giving her the Chris Brown treatment but hey I don't get down like that. I bite my tongue, pay for it (without tip) and we enjoy the rest of the night. However I have to address something. While I'm not good at figuring out my own life I am good at figuring out others, this last paragraph is for the waitress:

Sweetie I hope you're reading this. The reason you make $4.40 an hour + tips is because your a hoe ass bitch that doesn't know anything. Your only 22 years old, if that, and I'm sure you've had your hole driven into more times than the collective rescue effort for the Chilean miners. Your mother was probably a slut and your father received it in the end-zone more times than Jerry Rice and Randy Moss combined. You don't have a high-school education or a GED because you were too busy sucking off the offensive linemen for your high school varsity team, in which you'd receive bus tokens but you'd always walk home. You'll spend the rest of your life having kids with 40-year old black dudes who wear du-rags to job interviews and won't give you a cent because "the economy is shitty." You'll continue making $4.40 an hour til one day you become a manager that makes a whopping $11/hour plus benefits and vacation. At this point you'll have the desire to travel now that you could live the luxurious life you've always dreamed of so seeing as how you would make such a good parent you'll bundle all the kids up and tell them they're going on vacation. You take them on a family cruise to Centre Island. By the time you're 40 you'll be so depressed, you'll have already experienced numerous poltergeists. (If you don't know what a poltergeist is click  here ). Clearly your life is perfect that you feel the need to yell at dudes who pay your salary and the inevitable meth. addiction but please keep your voice down in the future. Thanks. 

Recapping the Night: No comment.
$300 Jays/Mariners over 8.5 -120 (L)
$200 Yankees/Rays over 9.5 -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
$200 Marlins -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
$200 Astros -105 (L)
$300 Rangers -110 (L)
Baseball Props:
$300 over 129 total runs -110 (L)
$400 Home -4 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
Play of the day:
$500 Cards -140 (L)
Total Wagered: $2400
Total Returned:$1527.28
Total Loss: $872.72
Total Earned to Date: $1131.43

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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, September 21, 2010

Deport their asses.

If this post is incoherent then I apologize. I went to the casino with a friend of mine who just got out of jail (possession with the intent to traffic). He was up $300 and thought he was nice so he blew it on booze. Then he decides to keep playing. He ends the night down 5 grand. I didn't throw a cent down because I threw fucking money on SF at halftime and took my $800 loss. Fuck gambling I swear it's really pissing me off. 

So I have a craving for Indian sweets. I ask all the Indian people I know (3) and none of them have what I'm looking for (jalebi and ladoo). Now the craving gets worse and it's time to find these sugary ass motherfuckers. I decide to visit this place called Annapuranna. Now think about a black dude walking into a place called Annapuranna. Fucked up but hey I wanted the sweets. I walk into that smelly ass motherfucker and it wreaks of curry and shit. Great, I have to throw my clothes in the washing machine when I go home. After a series of hand-signals because this motherfucker doesn't speak english I get both the jalebi and ladoo. Here's where the problem starts. See this cocksucking cunt that sold me the shit thought I'd leave the store immediately. 

I paid $7 dollars for that shit and I want to have a piece before I get home. So the old Gandhi looking motherfucker who sold me the shit goes to the back, assuming I've left and I open the box and grab a piece. That's when I overhear a conversation where Gandhi says "haha I got them," in clear english. Wow, so this motherfucker probably over-charged my ass because I don't speak whatever the fuck he does. I got 2 options. I could either start shit in which the cops would be called and it'd all fall back on me, or I could bite the bullet, accept that I was overcharged and go home. I yell "fuck you" and exit Annapuranna's. Fast forward to when I get home.

Now a black person got his sweets, I'm happier than a motherfucker. I walk upstairs (my mom wanted the ladoo) and she tells me, "damn they're spoiled". So not only was I overcharged because she said I was only supposed to pay $2, I was given spoiled shit. Wow. I pay my taxes just like everybody else in this country, fuck those thieving ass horse-fucking, feces-eating, bitch ass people. The government should put a big ass sign around the boundaries of Toronto: "If you plan on moving here, Get the Fuck Out". For fuck sakes I work like a bitch for whatever money I have that isn't gambled away and $7 is a lot of money to me. To just waste it on garbage like that fucking pisses me off. Those cunts and all these other motherfucking bitch ass people who steal from the unsuspecting need to be sent to a farm in Sudbury where they would be force-ably raped by horses. Fuck em.

Recapping the night: Sorry I didn't post the other bet but I was at the casino and wanted no piece of NO after that first half. Never the less, another shitty day.
$700 England -225 (L)
Play of the Day:
$1000 New Orleans -5 (L)
Halftime: $1000 SF +5 -110(W)= Return of $1909.09
Total Wagered: $2700
Total Returned: $1909.09
Total Loss: $790.90
Total Earned to Date: $2004.15
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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, September 20, 2010

The Best Excuse I've Heard In a Long Time

Ricky Hatton is a boxer for those that don't know who is most famous for taking a beat down by Floyd Mayweathter Jr. After the beating he took a couple more then retired and was pretty much never heard from again, until now. See I watch a shitload of Intervention so we all know how it goes. The crackhead smokes their crack for 40 minutes, then the family talks to the crackhead for 10 minutes crying about how they've ruined their life. Then for 5 minutes the crackhead goes to rehab and is miraculously healed. At the end of the show, there is a 2 minute follow-up to which the crackhead has relapsed and went back to being a crackhead. So basically an intervention is a waste of time unless you have hit rock bottom and truly want to change.

Therefore it's safe to assume that regardless of the rehab, this motherfucker won't change. In 6 months he'll still be doing lines off a stripper's ass. What intrigues me about his entire situation is the fact that he's offered up various excuses, let's dissect them. "I don't have a coke problem" Uhh okay Ricky you did like 6 lines within an hour clearly you're fine. "I have a problem with alcohol but it isn't as serious as people are led on to believe" You're from Manchester Ricky no shit. Finally, yesterday instead of finally admitting he's a crackhead, Ricky offered up his last excuse. "Retirement has forced me into a deep depression and I have battled this with coke and alcohol but it isn't serious" Are all people from England this stupid? 95% of the world is happy when they retire and for a boxer like him, he should be happy he doesn't have to get his face bashed in. So what the fame and fortune has come to an end and now is the time you're forced to live off the $30 million+ you've made during your entire career, life is such a bitch.

Ricky, who clearly isn't the smartest guy around claims that his retirement was tough to deal with and even though he doesn't have a coke problem, he does coke on occasions to deal with the hardships of being retired. I think it's about time that boxing commissions make fighters fight with NFL helmets. This guy, who clearly was seen doing a lot of shit, denies having any problem. He claims he has to deal with depression because he's now forced to live and spend the 8 figures he's earned in his lifetime. Now Ricky is in rehab. In a month he'll come out and thank everyone for there support. He'll then say he's been "fixed" for the problems he claimed he never had. Then in 2 months he'll be busted for cocaine use and punching a stripper in her face. Such a predictable world, keep doing lines Ricky.

Recapping the night: Once again I shit the bed with NFL. 
$200 Chiefs +3 -105= Return of $390 (W)
$200 Rams +3 +105= Return of $410 (W)
$300 Eagles -6 -110 (L)
$400 Ravens -2.5 -115 (L)
$400 Panthers -3 -130 (L)
$200 Broncos -3 -125= Return of $360 (W)
$300 Texans -2.5 -115= Return of $560.87 (W)
Play of the Day:
$700 Patriots -3 -105 (L)
In game:
$700 Jets -7.5 -120= Return of $1283.33 (W)
Total Wagered: $3400
Total Returned: $3004.20
Total Loss: $395.80
Total Earned to Date: $2795.06
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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, September 19, 2010

Recapping the Night

$100 Stoke -110 (L)
$300 Arsenal -150 (L)
College Football:
$300 USC -11 -110=Return of $300 (P)
$300 Texas Tech +3 -110 (L)
$300 Boise -22 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$400 Arkansas/Georgia over 53 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$400 Utah -23 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$400 Michigan State -3 -110= Return of $400 (P)
$500 Alabama -23.5 -110= Return of $954.55 (W)
Play of the Day:
$500 Troy -4 -110 (L)
Total Wagered: $3500
Total Returned: $3754.56
Total Profit: $254.66
Total Earned to Date: $3190.86

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Stop Cockblocking

Now let me set the record straight, my mom's one of those semi-hard core Catholics. She isn't one of those white parents that let their kids bang in the basement and provide condoms to go with it. We don't talk about sex, we never have, and we never will, she might still hold on to her own false belief that I'm a virgin and I'd like to keep things that way. So basically I got no place to fuck. I don't live in places like Flint, Michigan or Billings, Montana so the hotels are fucking expensive and that isn't an option. When I want to get my fix it's either family restrooms, the backseat of the car parks, or movie theaters. I wish it wasn't this way but it is so I'll take it anyway I can get it.

Today, one of my chicks and I decided to head out and see Inception. I hate movies because I got a short-ass attention span but I agree to these things because I want head. The whole reason I picked Inception is because I thought Angelina Jolie acted in it. Little did I know, she acted in Salt and Inception was about Leonardo DiCaprio. (Kind of fucks up your flow when you were hoping to visualize Angelina sucking your dick but instead you get the dude from the Titanic). So we get there an hour early and she goes to town (I didn't even have to ask, she was all game). Things are going good and finally about 5 million of my little kids are sprayed all over the place. Alright time to pick a new seat (we got an hour and there isn't anyone in the theater) Onto round 2.....

We're about to get into it again and someone is about to walk in. No biggie I've been through this before, I've perfected the art of having sex in public. There's that adrenaline rush that I actually welcome so it isn't going to fuck up my flow. The person walks in and starts walking to the back. Now I'm starting to get a bit nervous wondering if it's a cop. The person keeps walking til he's in our row, then he sits his skinny Gandhi looking ass 4 seats away. Is this a fucking joke? There's a big ass theater with at least 600 seats and no one is fucking in it and this dude is sitting right fucking next to us. Cockblocking at its finest. It should fucking be illegal. It's near impossible for a man to just get rid of the millions of kids that were just expected to come out of his penis and I'm sure there is a negative health impact with not letting go when you are ready to explode. This dumbass who sat by himself made me hold my load til it went away (I'm really not sure where it went, but eventually it did). If you are a cockblocker please do the world a favor and take up mining in places like Chile, please and thanks. 

Recapping the Night:
NCAA Football:
$400 Southern Miss. -6 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$300 Nevada +3 -115= Return of $560.87 (W)
$200 Indians -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
$200 Marlins -110 (L)
$200 Reds -105 (L)
$300 Rockies -130= Return of $527.27 (W)
$300 Rangers -110(L)
$300 Red Sox -130 (L)
Play of the Day:
$500 Nevada/California over 65.5 -110= Return of $954.55 (W)
Total Wagered: $2700
Total Returned: $3188.15
Total Profit: $488.15
Total Earned to Date: $2936.30
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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.

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Jersey Shore

I will admit I watched season 1 and enjoyed the hell out of this borderline mentally sadistic show. Now I just watch it because I have insomnia and there's only so many times I could play with my cock or play bejeweled on facebook. Season One was great because it portrayed people who are far removed from reality who compensate for various deprivations by having a desired fantasy that becomes their reality. (you might have to light one up to understand that) In negro terms: They were so gay that their gayness became a part of who they were. Now that the mystery has been solved I have no idea how regular people enjoy this shit, I just do it to kill time. It isn't funny, it's highly fabricated and the females look like Joan Rivers. 

The only thing I could get from this show in season 2 is that these people love to look orange, have fake tits that don't fit them, and every night they get drunk and dance. Millions upon millions of people would love to trade places with these people and I can't understand why. Sure they make good money but intrinsically they are damaged beyond belief. I could study an entire semester on the Jersey Shore cast and it still wouldn't be enough. They aren't funny, they aren't attractive, their lives are fabricated and designed for television which results in a predictable outcome. The weak acting skills have worn thin, the mass stereotypes of Italians have failed (Snooki is Chilean for fuck sakes) and they wear tight clothes, make up words that don't exist and are protected 24/7. Yet people are still drawn to this shit, kids aspire to be these people and I can't help but feel I contributed to a world that glorifies the Jersey Shore cast. I still fucking watch it no matter how much I bitch and complain (though this season more out of necessity than choice)

Once again this show exemplifies everything wrong in the world that we've defined. Instead of glorifying single-mothers who work their asses off everyday of their lives we worship train wrecks like Snooki who is famous for no reason at all other than she's orange and likes to fuck. Instead of the kid who took his body to enormous, unimaginable strengths during chemotherapy in order to beat cancer, we watch "The Situation" talk about how amazing he is for an hour and we tune in next week where we could watch him talk for another hour about how great his abs are and how he plays ugly women. M.A.S.H was a good fucking show. Hogan's Heroes was another great fucking show. Hell I'd even be inclined to say Survivor was once a good show. Jersey Shore is nothing more than a circus that gets replayed every week for one hour and when it's all said and done the cast rakes up millions in appearance fees for doing absolutely nothing. Change we believe in.

Recapping the night:
$200 Athletico Madrid -120 (L)
$200 Villareal +110 (L)
$200 Aek Athens -125= Return of $360 (W)
Play of the Day:
$500 Manchester City -138= Return of $863.64 (W)
College Football:
$500 NC State -1.5 -110= Return of $945.55 (W)
$400 NC State/Cincy over 54 -110 (L)
$200 Twins -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
Total Wagered: $2200
Total Returned: $2551.01
Total Profit: $351.01
Total Earned to Date: $2448.15

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

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I Blame the Obama Administration

Here are a couple of links to really depict what I'm talking about, some won't be safe for work: (NSFW)

A few years ago when Obama was running for president the only thing he ever said was change. Change we believe in, together we could make change, it's time for us to step up together and change the way we live. Everybody and their mother believed in the crap he was spewing and thus he was the first person to ever win while running a political campaign based on one word. Fast forward a few years later and I've now come to the conclusion that Obama did create a lot of changes. While everybody is still broke as fuck and the prisons are still overcrowded with blacks and mexicans one thing has definitely changed, black people have gotten stupider.

See when the white people were in charge the blacks knew and accepted that they couldn't amount to anything so they accepted the failures and various deprivations in their lives. Now that Obama is in charge he gave them the notion that they could be anything they want to be and this perception has made them fucking stupider than they already were. Now I'm not talking about the good black folks who go to university, stick with their kids and make something of their lives, I'm talking about the regular ass negros. Waka Flocka, a rapper who can't even spell his own name is talking about going to school for geometry. His entire songs consist of sentences like " I fuck my money up, now I can't re-up" " Ya, influence drug-dealing music" and this motherfucker is talking about going to school for geometry. See the last administration would have told Waka Flocka: "dude listen you're from Riverdale, Georgia be happy you're a rapper and praise the lord you aren't dead." Waka would have believed it and everything would have been fine.

The other two videos consist of: A mother giving head while her child is around and another mother teaching her 2 year old how to smoke weed. This is a direct result of the Obama administration because now the blacks feel that because there is a half-black president, people could now do whatever they want want. " Awwww Shawty ain't you noe Barack iz presidentz, we run Amerika, if I wanna teach my kid to smoke weed I gon do it cause we in da white house now" "Im gone go head and give my baby daddy head in front of his kid cause that's how we do it round here, ain't you know Obama is presidents" These are the same sentences being spewed all over America now that Obama is president. People think the sky is the limit and they could do whatever the fuck they want. It's only a matter of time before bestiality becomes the norm. Change we believe in.

Recapping the Night:
$100 Padres +145 (L)
$300 Blue Jays +100(L)
$300 Twins +100= Return of $600 (W)
$400 Yankees -105 (L)
$100 Tigers +165 (L)
Play of the Day:
$500 Angels -120= Return of $916.67 (W)
 Total Wagered: $1700
Total Returned: $1516.67
Total Loss: $183.33
Total Earned to Date: $2097.14

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

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Why Do We Give A Fuck?

I've been sitting here for like the last half-hour wondering what the fuck to talk about. My picks wreaked worse than the living area of the trapped Chilean miners, my gut is in shambles after all the whiskey and ginger-ale consumed today during the afternoon and I bought a grilled sandwich for lunch and the shit came up to $7.48 and that shit wasn't even filling. So I check out the Toronto Star wondering if I'll get any ideas and straight from the headline, the lightbulb goes off. "Bruce Springsteen Oozes Cool on the TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival) Red Carpet", "Martin Sheen is the Life of the Party," "Lebron joins the list of the most hated athletes"

Heads up, forgive the extra use of caps: WHY SHOULD I GIVE A MOTHERFUCKING FLYING FUCK. I had a long fucking day. I damn lost near 4 figures betting on games I didn't even fucking like but I did it to keep my life entertaining. I had multiple drinks with a dying relative who probably won't make it to next spring. I watched my fucking team, who have been playing like a piece of shit lately, Manchester United, shit the bed against the Rangers and there was a nasty injury to a heck of a player that could possibly end his career. Then I get home and my mom who has been home the last few days claiming to be sick didn't even cook. So I stuck a nasty ass packet of honey garlic wings in the oven and that's what I had for dinner. Nasty ass pre-seasoned honey garlic wings from President Choice and I figure Oprah's vagina would taste better. Now's my time to just sit here in my torn boxers and catch up on the news but instead I'm forced to hear about how cool Bruce Springsteen is.

Is that motherfucker going to pay my tuition? Is Bruce Springseen going to say: "Here Bronx, you had a rough day how about my daughter Jessica blow you for the next half hour." Fuck no so why the fuck does every media outlet feed me this shit. I don't give a fuck about what Lady Gaga wears at some shitty MTV music awards, I don't give a fuck if Wayne Rooney is sleeping with the corpse of his dead great grandmother and I don't give a fuck if tomorrow morning Martin Sheen decides to stick his penis in a deep fryer and dies. When I look for news I want to see shit that has some relation to my life. I want to hear about shit that affects me or my community. TMZ, Entertainment Tonight and all these other gay ass media outlets need to take advice from internet celebrity Jessie Slaughter and "put a glock in their mouths and make a brain slushie." Eat my non-existant vagina, assholes.

Recapping the night: Surely there's light at the end of the tunnel right......blah this was my fault, hated the board and bet it anyway.

$100 InterMilan +120 (L)
$100 Leeds +150 (L)
$100 Hull +110= Return of $210 (W)
$100 Padres +150= Return of $250(W)
$200 Giants -110 (L)
$300 Angels -105 (L)
$200 Tigers +140 (L)
$200 Twins +100= Return of $400 (W)
Play of the Day:
$500 Blue Jays +101 (L)

Total Wagered: $1800
Total Returned: $860
Total Loss: $940
Total Earned to Date: $2280.37

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

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The First Day of School

Yesterday was my first day of school. I'm now a senior so I have no anxiety when it comes to this shit but I noticed a lot of things that scared the shit out of me. I haven't rode public transport during the day in some time and nothing has changed. It still smells like a Sri Lankan whore house, the black bus drivers who don't give a fuck about their job still stop in the middle of the street for a coffee and the black people with various baby mommas all still sit at the back. Finally I arrive to school (late of course) and it's time to get my day started. It gets started with some weird punk rocker guy trying to sell me Diazepam (Valium) for $10. Those days are long gone. I've traded in the recreational drugs for capsules of flax seed oil and Omega-3 fatty acids. (I wish I was kidding but I ain't)

So I'm trying to get to class and I have to walk through the whole city of fucking Singapore in an effort to do so. None of these asswipes speak english and they're all in the halls talking loud as fuck in a language I don't understand. In my head I'm beginning to pick places I should move too where everyone speaks english and are fucking considerate of other people walking in a hallway. "Des Moines, Delaware, Camden NJ, Newark, Edmonton" are all places I start to echo in my head wondering if it isn't too late to pack my shit up and leave. I get to class after the long ass walk through Singapore. "Welcome to American History to the Civil War." For the next hour, the professor begins to talk about the subject. Everyone that is surrounding me is rushing to take notes and are either typing or writing 10000 words per minute. However, for the next hour I spend the time scouting for potential pussy and I come to the conclusion they are all basic ass hoes so I dream of banging various black chicks while the lecture is continuing. Mrs. Huxtable from the Cosby show, Lisa from saved by the bell, hell I was so bored I even wrestled with the thought of fantasizing about Tracy Chapman before I said hell no.

Finally class is over and it's time to head home. (I arrived their at 12 and it's now 1pm) For the regular joe, they're probably headed to their part time job. For me, this has been a long ass day and I'm craving a beer. I throw on the headphones and wait for the bus before I get interrupted by this freshman 17 year old Taylor Swift look-a-like. " Excuse me, do you know which bus goes across" Yes, the bitch said across. So now I'm wondering if I should go ape shit crazy on her ass for interrupting my "relaxation" time after a long ass day or if I should purposely get her on the wrong bus. The fact that she said "across" means I have no fucking idea where she's going so I answer with the smart-ass, douchebag response: "I can't show you how to get across but if you come to my house I'll show you how to go down" Naturally I was expecting her to be scared as shit and run away but she laughed her ass off, we introduced ourselves and I helped her find what she was looking for. Had I asked for a number I would have gotten one but I have enough white girls who resemble country music stars and don't need one more. There goes my first day of school, they say once you're in the workforce you miss these days, I say the people who have that ideology are the same who like to masturbate to stretchmarks.

Recapping the night:

$100 Aston Villa +188 (L)
$300 As -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Orioles -120= Return of $550 (W)
$300 Yankees -110 (L)
$300 Chargers -4.5 -110 (L)
Play of the Day:
$500 Ravens +110= Return of $1050 (W)
Total Wagered: $1800
Total Returned: $2172.73
Total Profit: $372.73
Total Earned to Date: $3220.37

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

Monday, September 13, 2010

The Whole Downtown Experience

During the weekends I usually stay in the east-end of the city or I travel to uptown and go wild. However, my Mexican boy said he wanted to chill and we decided that we should hit the douchebag student hang-outs downtown in an effort to get pissed drunk and hopefully get laid. About 5 minutes into this journey we both echoed the same thing "I rather pay for it" so there went any hope of getting laid but at least we were going to get smashed. After spending a Saturday night downtown I could honestly say that the stereotypes are true. The bum fights, the drunken attitude and the piss poor ugly girls were all accurate.

The one good thing about this night is that it only cost me $20. Getting pissed drunk for $20 is a deal but you figure hanging out with a Mexican for 6 hours would get you some sort of benefit. We dined and dashed, got free drinks. Truthfully, I have some morality with that sort of thing. However when the tab comes and the waitress still hasn't come back 20 minutes later to get the loot, clearly they don't want our money. The most shocking thing about this night was that most of the girls were fucking ugly. Here in Scarborough we'll drink, get drunk and go home with a girl who probably looks like Ellen Degeneres but after all the booze she looks like Jessica Alba. Downtown is different, there are plenty females who resemble barn-yard animals. The Mexican and I (who both self-admittedly would hit anything) were often looking at girls thinking "come on she's too ugly to be true." The girls are out in full force but when they look like the Michelin Man it's kind of hard to get laid.

Fuck the strip clubs as well. It throws me off when I walk into the club and see a girl I knew from highschool so that was always going to be a wash but those girls were nothing. I could find hot hoes around here that would fuck for a packet of Sticky Notes, a 1-inch 3-ringed binder and other various school supplies. The girls dancing in the strip club looked like Snooki and moved like Barbara Walters. The real party was happening outside the strip club where a 176 year old homeless man was fighting a 20 year old black crackhead. Finally, it's 4am and I find myself pissing in various spots that could have me arrested so it's time to go home. It's Toronto so the dickheaded subway doesn't run and therefore it's time to ride the vomit comet, a bus that rides all through Yonge St. back to uptown. I had never been on this bus before but clearly the name depicts its notorious reputation. After riding the vomit comet I could honestly say I feel the "cruise ships" my ancestors went on from Ghana to Trinidad back in the day to pick cotton were probably more enjoyable. Everyone on this bus smells, is a schizo and probably has never gotten laid. The bus just wreaked of urine, puke and people who think AXE is a substitute for a shower. Fuck downtown, I'm staying in the hood from now on.

Recapping the night: I'm clearly the definition of streaky.

$300 Dolphins -3 -115= Return of $560.87 (W) 
$200 Falcons -1.5 -110 (L)
$300 Bucs -3 -105= Return of $300 (Push)
$200 Eagles m/l +125 (L)
$300 49ers -3 -105 (L)
$400 Cowboys -3 -125 (L) 
$300 Titans -6 -115= Return of $560.87 (W)
Play of the Day:
$600 Colts -1 -115 (L)
Total Wagered: $2600
Total Returned: $1421.74
Total Loss: $1178.26
Total Earned to Date: $2847.64
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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. Incase you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sunday Recap and Picks, Blog Returns Monday.

Just a quick note, I talk a lot of shit. Sometimes I don't consider my audience and someone hit me up yesterday with the domestic abuse thing that I was never aware of but really bothered by. If you are in a abusive relationship, were in an abusive relationship or know someone in a abusive relationship I apologize (I was just talking from a celeb. point of view) Women are too beautiful to be treated like pinatas and dudes who do that shit need to get a screw driver stuck up their cock.

Recapping the night:

$400 Man. United -110 (L)
$100 USA -13.5 -110= Return of $190.91 (W)
$200 Phillies -110 (L)
$200 Marlins -110= Return of 381.82 (W)
$200 Alouettes +3.5 -110= Return of $381.82 (W)
$300 BC Lions -4.5 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$200 Michigan +3.5= Return of $381.82 (W)
$300 Ohio State -8.5= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Alabama -12= Return of $572.73 (W)
$300 Washington -13= Return of $572.73 (W)
Total Wagered: $2500
Total Returned: $3627.29
Total Profit: $1127.29
Total Earned to Date: $4025.90
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May the winners be ours. Taking over the world one step at a time. Incase you haven't gotten the memo my name is Julius James and I'm the fucking shit.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Don't Believe a Word They Say

I'll let you in on a little story that solidified my views on women. For a brief time in my life I witnessed domestic abuse. My grandfather (RIP) would get drunk, pissed off at life and then beat my grandmother (RIP). It was just a part of everyday life and embedded in the Caribbean culture. It wasn't a crime, it wasn't unusual and it was widely accepted. However things were starting to take a change. He went from a slap to throwing things and breaking things and it got worse. One day, during my elementary years I'm hanging around the cinema and I see my Grandpa with another woman. I run and tell my grandmother, "Ma, I seen him with another girl." I was beyond happy because I knew this was her excuse to go. I was certain that she'd pack her shit, move in with one of her kids and never put up with this shit again. She wouldn't take another slap to the face, blow to the head, or any more tears. You know what this lady did. She went down to the fucking cinema and beat the living shit out of my Grandfather's sidechick. Life continued as normal.

See now that's real shit. That's years and years of putting up with domestic abuse because it's all you know. There was no place for her to go, she was never going to leave. However, it's 2010. This week alone, Floyd Mayweather, Jason Smith, and Matt Barnes have all been charged with domestic abuse. However, in this day and age, I'm siding with the dudes. Baby mommas are a bad epidemic these days and the cops believe anything they say however what's worse is the perception that all these dudes are evil and the women are saints. In 2003, Mayweather's babymother (the one accusing him of domestic abuse now) originally had him charged then said she lied. Now these girls are out in force trying to accomplish fuck all because we all know they'll stick around. If the ass beating is so bad, why don't you pack up your shit and get the fuck out. They're millionares anyway you don't have to stick around, you'll get half.

The problem with all these celebrity domestic abuse cases is one thing, the money is there but the fame isn't. No more flights, expensive dinners, being seen by TMZ. Don't buy into this shit that celebrities hate TMZ, they feed off it. Their significant others, or baby mommas are well aware of the fame/fortune that comes with being in a relationship with a celebritiy. So these hoes, who probably would be working at Burger King if it weren't for their husbands, take a slap across the face and the world feels sorry for them. Fuck that, they're in it for the money just like everyone else. I can assure you the hoes of Mayweather (they ain't together but I bet he's still hitting it) Jason Smith, and Matt Barnes will stick around and enjoy the luxurious lifestyles while every now and then they get a black eye and run to the cops. Fuck that, if it were serious, they'd get the fuck out. You can't turn a hoe into a housewife.

Recapping the Night:

$200 Cards -130 (L)
$200 Brewers -110 (L)
$200 Rays +115= Return of $430 (W)
$200 Yankees +130 (L)
$200 Red Sox -105 (L)
$400 Calgary -11 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$800 Houston/UTEP over 75 -105= Return of $1561.90 (W) 
Total Wagered: $2200
Total Returned: $2755.54
Total Profit: $555.54
Total Earned to Date: $2898.61

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