women's sufferage

take that ed hardy.

gang banger

random

I think all the world can agree that boost mobile only exists to supplicate the needs of drug dealers. And by drug dealers I mean black people.

Chinese people don't need to celebrate Christmas. They're godless beings.

Indians get it good. Corn alcohol, gambling and cool first names. Some people get all the luck.

Is it just me or is it that every Puerto Rican I've ever met has acne?

When gay dudes want to live in abstinence, do they stop jerking off? That's still kinda like sex with a dude, even if it is yourself. Maybe they still jerk off but turn off the Lady Gaga playing in the background to down play the gayness of it all.

politicin'

Last month I flew back home to visit my family. Apparently, when people get old they force loved ones to make sympathy visits. But then again my grandfather happened to have turned 80. So of course I made my rounds to explore Chicago. I haven't lived in Chicago in close to 10 years and things have changed-- for the worse.

Shooting the shit over expensive beers with dutch names, you can't help but gab about the lack of culture in the Windy City.

"Would you ever move back?"

The answer is simply-- no. Chicago is the most co-oped city in the world. Its lost its milieu to the hegemonic forces of upper middle class bottom feeders from the fringe. Its Chicago, Indiana or Chicago, Wisconsin more so than Chicago, Illinois.

Growing up as a Chicagoan in the 80s there were a few things that were absolutely a staple. Freestyle/House music, hot dogs, deep dish pizzas, sports and pollack jokes. If you ask Mr. Chad or Ms. Trixie from within the city limits about any of these things today I'm sure they'll just give you that vacant stare tailgated only by the cutting smell of axe body spray.

I can literally go on and on about it- politics to city planning, music culture to the Box but nothing really captures corrosion of Chicago more than sports.

Lets put it this way. If I see you wearing a Cubs hat I'll punch you in the face. If you're wearing a Sox hat I'll shake your hand. If I see you wearing a Bulls jersey with Rose on the back I'll laugh at you. If it has Cartwright on the back I might grin and nod at you in approval but if it says Jordan I'll call you a douche. If you're wearing a Bears jersey I'll pity you. If you're wearing a Blackhawks jersey, congradulations I don't hate you. What does it all mean?

The Cubs: co-oped. The Sox: not co-oped. The Bulls: co-oped way back when a bull dozer ran through Chicago Stadium.

that's a huge bitch

can you imagine size of her vag? you can probably hide a mini fridge in there. i wanna crawl up in that to stay warm like a taun-taun (star wars reference for the day, check!).

touche swayze... touche

my boy lazyswayze is back.

i guess the war is back on.

i must say if i wanted to read your vaginal style of literature i would rather have read the back of a summer's eve box.

HAR. i crack myself up.

fail.

My girlfriend's best friend is-- how should I say-- not the most skull duggerous of individuals I've ever met. But, what can I do, she's my girl's best friend. I'll accept her for who she is. That is, until she starts ruining my life. And of course, that day was today.

She immed me out of the blue-- asking me to look over her law school essay. I happily obliged because it is a pretty important step in one's life.

After the first paragraph it became apparent that death is sweet cuz life is often filled with non sequitur and run on sentences.

So here is her work-- my comments in the parenthesis in red.

< I immigrated to the United States when I was eight years old and have had the opportunity to be both a student in Korea and in the United States. This experience allowed me to possess an outsider’s (outsider is a pejorative term. “Outsider” is not a benefit but an expression of juxtaposition. Outsiders are irrelevant; you want a term that expresses your unique experience while still being occidental-- unless you are Ralph Macchio, Matt Dillon, Swayze or any other cast member of the 1983 hit movie "The Outsiders". Use a synonym.)perspective. When I first arrived I was immersed into a completely new and foreign land (redundant and expository; not needed). Not knowing the language and needing to start over was a daunting challenge, which I conquered and have found shaped my life up to this point (dangling modifier; not needed). Through my experience as a young (not needed--this is gonna be really really painful to sit through) student in the United States, I have come to the conclusion I want to become the voice for those who do not have a voice (redundant) and I know law school will help me achieve that goal. Your thesis statement is hearsay-- weak. You should rework your entire first paragraph.

As a child, there were countless moments when I felt like I was the only one not included in the joke (colloquial expression, don’t speak metaphorically). These moments made me wary and cautious to every waking moment (same). When I was the subject of racism (strange transition—again, drawing parallelism between a joke and racism is not very intelligible), I developed a social phobia (flash term, not very strong) and began to keep only to myself (verb conjugates into a faulty parallel. Develop :developed:: keep: kept; past participle). I started to think that something was hideously (colloquialism- use proper adverbs to show you know how to use the English language) wrong with me on the outside (unclear) and I began to wish I had never come to the United States. This led to temper tantrums about going to school where I would cry and tell my parents, “I don’t want to go,” but I’m glad they would make me attend and not have any of my foolishness (run on sentence).

At school, I felt (wow, as opposed to actually facing racism)I constantly faced racism, like I looked at the whole world from the outside in (poor parallelism, racism and looking in has no correlation—at least not one that is obvious or that you have explained). From my anger at the racism I faced, I honed my school work with a fierce vengeance (use vengeance properly or don’t use it at all). My struggles also (modifiying preposition means this sentence is supplemental, but the sentence previous has no correlation) triggered my need to succeed. Instead of quitting, I forged ahead despite overwhelming emotions and soon everything began to click (rephrase, this isn’t a good sentence—I can’t even begin to tell you why).

First, I overcame the language barrier as I began to understand my teachers and classmates (filler sentence, redundant,exposition). In addition, (… get rid of it)I began to understand the shows on television. Getting over the first hurdle of a new language led me to the thrill of excelling in school (what? How?… why are you mentioning tv? Why are you going back to school and not explaining why or how? I think you just wasted the last 20 seconds of my life and I want them back).

After elementary school, I won myself (are you sure you overcame your language barrier? This essay doesn’t seem to show it) a scholarship to a private middle school which continued into high school (the structure of this sentence is pretty painful to the eyes). It felt nice to know that I surpassed my competition (wow… think of a different word its ambiguous) and I was the one to receive such an honor (redundant). The excitement soon began to fade though (wow are you serious? I hope you know why this is wrong) when school started (you lost me) as I found the majority of my peers’ abilities (are they super heroes?) outpaced my understanding because English was their first language. The other students who were similar to me (I thought you were telling my that your experience was unique) struggled too and I committed myself not to become part of this latter group (why are you bringing up a group of people that you are dismissing? Why are you talking about this latter group at all?). All jokes aside, I think you have plenty to fix already. I’ll stop righttttttttttt here.

I took every assignment more seriously than the one before (good for you… don’t care). I persisted and pushed myself (yeah I get it). Soon enough, I received the highest grades in my class, while my peers complained to the teacher openly about how impossible the assignments were (oooh good use of hyperbole… lawyers need to use more hyperbole… no they don’t. haha see what I did there. I just gave you a ‘PSYCHE!” a la 1989). I gave myself a silent pat on the back (read: punch in the face) and started to leave behind my feelings of racist ostracism (what is that? Is it like ‘sexist praise?’ and how does it become a feeling? I’m trying to remember, are you the racist or is everyone else? This sentence is like a rubix cube). I began to learn I had a lot in common with my classmates who also sometimes felt different (as opposed to always feeling the same?) and began making friends. I also discovered I loved learning a new culture and that succeeding in academics thrilled me. (Really? I ALSO DISCOVERED this essay is making me dumber)

As time went on I focused my abilities and went out of my comfort zone to share my culture with others (what does your culture have to do with this essay? What culture is that anyways? Does it involve cannibalism? It must-- the way you’re chewing my heart out right now). I felt that sharing my culture was a first step to acceptance and tolerance (can a get a witness! AMEN!). I led by example by standing up for myself and others. I know there is a vast majority of people who seek a confidant voice to communicate on their behalf and I want to be their advocate (I feel sorry for these people, not because their voice isn’t heard… but, because you are going to be their advocate).

My experiences as a young student in the United States gave me the courage to go to college (I was scared of college once… until I made it my bitch like a shower rape scene at the state pen) and strive to attend Law School (since these words are capitalized like a proper noun, I hope there is a school named ‘Law’ somewhere… only then will this make any sense). In the face of adversity, with newfound courage, I overcame feeling out of place in school (omg… this reminds me of my favorite Judy Bloom book, “Feeling Out of Place Made Me Want to Go to ‘Law School’ On My Period”) and triumphed over my own self-perceived viewpoint (i’m pretty sure that any view point categorized with “my” are usually “self-perceived”) that I was on the outside. My experiences has embedded a number of valuable lessons in me (I can tell). I learned to remain humble and to not let pride deter my path to my goals. I learned about resilience and being steadfast in the face of adversity (didn’t Frodo say that to Samwise in Lord of the Rings?). I also became more grounded and empathetic as a result of my experiences (was this learned as well? Or just happen out of the blue?). I only look to conquer what I set out to achieve (imagine that. Conquering something you set out to achieve as opposed to something you didn’t set out to achieve outright). I know all of these qualities will help me excel in the study of law (for some reason I doubt it). The formation of my new work ethic and mindset has surpassed beyond my academic areas of my life and even relationships (oh lord! I my heart goes out to your boyfriends—past, present, and doubtfully future).

Although law is a daunting subject I will endeavor (good choice, thesaurus.com should cut you a check) to understand and interpret it for others. By getting my law degree I will be fulfilling my goal to help fellow immigrants break the language barrier (I don’t see how, but okay). When I see people unable to stand up for themselves, I feel the need to speak on their behalf because I know what it feels like for them (for them? so you know how to feel for other people?). Through my experience, I’ve come to the conclusion international law is where I can make the most impact. Law school is the perfect beginning and the paved path of guidance (?) as I delve into a new chapter of my life (… in the book of failure.)>>

All jokes aside-- I really like homegirl. Atleast she is trying to do something with her life. I respect that.

The lesson learned here is I'm a dickhead and you don't want me to review your work-- ever.

Shit, I only post this crap cuz I know she's cool like that... and she'll probably have something equally as dickheaded to say back to me. Plus no one reads my blog except me and that one IP from the Netherlands-- I think he was googling "nerd and porn" and landed here.

eh...

For the past few years I've lived in LA, I've been rather ambivalent towards the sports in this town. I can't say I'm a dodger fan. Something about the dodgers is beneath me. The Dodgers have come to symbolize cholos and korean ahjumas in my head. I'm not an Angels fan. If you are an Angels fan, that means you've never worked a real job in your life or that you own a summer home in Palos Verdes-- and you're a fag. No offense to the gay communittee, I hate to equate Angel fandom to your free flowing, appletini loving ways but its pretty damn close to the same thing.

I'm not a Laker fan because I truly hate Kobe Bryant. But now that Artest is in town... I might have to convert. DONT FUCK WITH ARTEST NUKKAH. I'm torn.

I think the only definative that exists in my world of LA sports is that the Clippers are the saddest bunch of bastards ever.

If you are a fan of the Clippers be prepared to eat shit for the rest of your tenure as a fan. Somehow the Clippers are one of the most profitable teams in the NBA yet still seem to have the shittiest squad every conceived. Not only are their players mediocre, to which they will perform slightly better than their market value (somehow giving the franchise longer viablity), but their entire staff, top to bottom is mediocre. I had to look into it myself and the only real evidience i need to submit is the pictures of their "spirit girls" on their website.


For chrisssake, this is Los Angeles. I've seen homeless people better looking than that.

Bottom line, I will never be a Clipper fan. The Clippers only stand for corporate greed, middle of the pack economics. Plus they got a bunch of boner shrinkers on their cheer squad.

BHAAAAP!

I've always wondered, and finally i have my answer.

Andy's check list-
1. nose - check
2. goofy meaningless tattoo- check
3. big ol' titty hanging out- cheeeeeeacccck.

its official. she's a jew. The color of the nipple is proof.

Don't doubt me-- i'm a jew expert.

Other notable jews-
Balki Bartakamos
Toocan Sam and Count Chocula (he's eastern european jew.)
Owen Wilson's face
Oprah's bank account

love remix

love

love.

i'll give you a pole to vault.

love.

I have a confession. I think Megan Fox is busted. There is no way to describe why I don't find her attractive. I can't really put my finger on it.

On the other hand, this Ashley Greene girl is super fly.

Food for thought:
The women I know generally complain about being a woman, as if they somehow got screwed out of the genitalia lottery drawing. Oh cramps are terrible, oh my period sucks, being pregnant is unfair-- let me explain what growing up with a penis between your legs is like.

From the moment you are born to right around the when someone makes the wretched decision to fillet your dick-- this is the only time when the male species truly has it better than other 51%. Life is grand. There are no worries. All you do is sit around and suck on a tittay all day.

Then comes the knife. Somebody dooms the 1/4 inch piece of flesh on the tip of your wang to a life as a bronzed potato chip in mommy's scrap book. You're scared for life.

Then comes the toddler years when the shrimp chip between your legs is trying to recover. He hides in their like a turtle in its shell, flinching any time metal is round. Towards the end of that, come the boners.

terrible conversations

have you ever had a conversation with someone you absolutely hate? most people would probably try to avoid such a situation. i have an immaculate ability to not listen to my brain. by the time i know what is going on i'm already trapped.

even still, most people caught in said situation would probably be as polite as possible. but again, my brain and my body don't seem to be on the same page because from what i hear, my eyes scream "fuck you, get you twat stank away from me" every so often.

with that said. i love the world. seriously... rainbows and butterflies and shit.

this kinda of shit:

october is the best month ever.

thug love

still ill.

probably the main reason why i say "Mira Mira" when latin girls walk by.

bored.

ungodly fear

pictures are worth 1000 words

classic danny

racism.

@ My homie says Dame Dash and Stacey Dash are brother and sister... is that true?
# Naw... i don't think so
@ Could be true... same obtuse surname and same complexion.
# Yeah, I just found out Da Brat and LisaRaye are sisters
@ I just found out that the Wayanes are different people... they all look alike.

on repeat

speaking of repeat... wtf

thugs cry

awkward

is it just me or is it awkward when you're singing a rap song at karaoke with a black friend and the word nigga comes up?

do you pause or just say nigga?

i blame 2pac for these awkward moments.

on to another one...

in korean this is called "dal muhsuh"

true true.

Ex-Pedophile Shares Tips On How To Make Your Kids Less Attractive

gross.

love.

fuck you.

.

i may have just witnessed a crime and this is all i got.

la metro

Terry Crew's got me thinkin...

injun summer

its unbearably hot. its so hot i will do terrible things just to sit in the a/c with a hazelnut ice coffee from mcdonalds. so hot i'd club baby seals just to see the blood spray in the cool arctic breeze. so hot i'd give up a testicle..... soooo... hot.

so hot i wish i was this fool.

wack.

how is NIGGAS not a word?

swagger jacker

you will pay for your crimes.


video

zonks!

gooktastrophy

all this over barbeque beef and rotten cabbages?

don't fuck with ahjahsee's with hapikdo chops.



my dad should've run for office. he would've fucked these niggas up.

airness

me + wii = wheeee!

genius.

durka durkawkward

bitch is you crazy?

new fav

someone has been drinking her milk

weird how milk seems to be in all my posts as of late.

mind fuck

nuff respect, dog.

bitch, you don't gotta waste $19.95, i'll show you how to do it for free.

thx dcho

gi joe, 2 thumbs up (no homo. wait... yes homo)

G.I. Joe Rise of the Cobra starring a bunch of no bodies, Jude Law's ex-bitch, Bugaloo from Above the Rim, Dragonheart (yeah I saw it), and some ching-chong opened this past weekend at $54 mil. I must say the movie was entertaining through and through. The action sequences are the archtypical graphics-on-crack for the post-Mtv, MLB 'Roid-head generation. The shots were blocked so that you can actually make sense of the blurring action as opposed to other carton inspired movies that have come out as of late. The movie itself minutely resembles the 80's toon. Well lets be honest, does anyone even remember what the fuck that show was about? The pieces I can put together in my head don't add up to a single plot. All I remember is blue lasers vs. red lasers, good vs bad, cobra vs. joe- the perfect dimorphic backdrop for a simplistic generation during a simplistic era. Those of us raised by our tv's, the latchkey kids of immigrant parents, were forced to learn their morals from the Joe's like it were Max Headroom meets Aesop's fables. And the moral-- "buy as many of our shitty toys as possible."

They were plastic man-parts held together at the groin by a rubberband for christ' sake. no homo.

But in this case no homo doesn't really apply. Why? Because everyone in the theater was gay. No joke. It was like a gay pride parade, but darker and with popcorn. Absolutely everyone was into the butt sex even the little gayby that was sitting next to me. Who knew that GI Joe had such an effect on the queer 80s babies? Maybe the cartoon has nothing to do with it. Maybe its was just a coinsidence. Afterall, it is LA. Maybe it was just the fact that it was a military themed movie with pecks, biceps and women that dress like dominatrixes at an s&m club.

The entire experience harkened back to growing up in the 80s. The nostalgia goes beyond a cartoon and some toys. It goes deeper. Its like growing up loving Erasure only to find out "YO THAT NIGGA'S GAY!"

"HOW DID I MISS THAT?"

The moral is-- you got red lasers and you got blue lasers, but its more complicated than that.

YO JOE!

FWD: Phill

Hey Phill, thanks for fucking up my credit score. The POPO is after you now.

BTW, jk, it didn't go to collections yet. Consider this fair warning, you have some unresolved bills to pay. I tried calling you and emailing you. So, I took matters into my own hands.

who's the boss bitch?????

you have brought shame to us all.

few things wrong with this whole thing.

1. do you really need a dj when your name has "dj" in it?

2. i'm pretty sure he says "hamster" around the 2 min. mark. i pray to the gods that i am wrong but if i'm not... all i gotta say is filibuster! see-- i can throw in random words too.

3. when the halmuhnees in the front row arn't even waving their glow sticks you know you suck.

4. does anyone feel as bad for the back dancers as i do? it's one thing to suck at making music... its a whole new level of fail to have to be the back dancer to it.

trust me dood. jesus hates you.

BITCH!

fight racisim with racism, laughter

i'm pretty sure this bird is a pornstar... just another reason to do "research"

even the best go on auditions.

::blap blap blap:: (sound of me masterbating)

real recongize real

dayam fresh prince can woop my ass right now.

fresh prince

VS

dmx

mike changing the world

nuff respec
rest in peace young thuggin