I had heard that Pimpin' ain't easy.....

I was looking at yet anotha "Pimps & Hoes" expose', it was both daring and funny as a Fuck!! For those of you that DON'T know, I have a REAL fascination with Pimps & Hoes, REAL Pimps and Hoes, I ain't talking bout yo Aunt Tee-Tee who just likes to fuck alot!

Many years ago when I was stationed in the Phillippines I saw many women that sold ass but didn't necessarily have a dude named "Suga Shaft" or "Captain Love" standing over them with a wire hangar beating their ass and taking their funds. Now some of them chicks was real serious bout they thang. There was thing there called a "Peso Show" Where the chick would squat over a stack of coins and shot them, yes, I said shot them across a room, as if she threw them with her Fukin CLAW! She was a beast!!!

After a few jaunts to Japan I became very interested in "The Geisha". A Geisha was not the common whore.
She attended a sort of HOE University! They not only had to have a mean Hand & Head job, but she had to entertain as well, you know sing, dance, do The Snake and The Tootsie Roll!!!

I guess a Geisha would translate to a Call Girl or Escort here in the US. Now don't get the Geisha FUCKED up they have to surrender their ends aka Break ALL Breads to their Pseudo-Pimp aka "Mammason" or the owner of the Pleasure quarters.

Now don't get me messed up, I ain't saying that I have a problem with a woman that sells ass. I have a problem with a chick that FUCKS fah free! Now that I do have a problem with.... I also have a problem with a chick surrendering all monies to Mr. Pimp, unless he at least ranched (country translation: Rinse) said dicks or assisted with all the dicks said HOE had to man handle or at least provided some assistance with placing rubbers on aforementioned dicks, if not he gets no cut!!! He could get cut or better yet STABBEDIDID!

Now get this, I heard these chicks sayin how they want "Daddy" in all the best suits and Mauri Gators, I ain't heard nan hoe say she was saving to buy a home or hoeing her way thru college. Fuck dat!!

Now you must ask where where do they find these girl? Many of them are runaways or had been molested when they were younger and feel that is all they're worth. What I truly hate is how every Phukin rapper on the planet is now a phukin' Pimp! Here in San Diego they have these things they call a "Sneaker Pimps". These boys Pimp just to get new shoes, new gear and some weed.

What the fuck is really going on... I know folks been buying ass since water was popular, but it was never so glorified, so desired to be known as a pimp or as a "HOE" for that matter!!! All I have to say is whether you have to or choose to sell that THANG be your own "Financial Advisor", and tell that muthaphuka to go and suck a few dicks and make his own livin'.... Holl@ yo guhl.

Ms. Benson will always be my FAVORITE teacher....

I got a call last night from Moms of course telling me that my beloved kindergarten teacher, Ms. Benson had passed away. Why does my Mom think it's her job to track all who have died or are near death in Alabama, I swear she is an Obituary Voyeur, nah, fah reel!!!

Anywho, I had not seen Ms. Benson in over 15 yrs, but I can still remember her laugh and her smell, she kinda smelt like peppermint, which she always had, which I later found out why, because she was a serious cigarette smoker.

She never did call me Trinita, in her class I was known as "Punchanella".
Now if you are from the South you remember the chant.

"Look who's here, Punchanella, Punchanella.
Look who's here Punchanella, Punchanella in the shoe.
Oh what can you do Punchanella, Punchanella?
What can you do Punchanella in the shoe?"

Of course that was when I broke out with my dance, be it "The Around The World" or "The Firecracker/Popcorn" you know I was ready!!!

I remember burning my fake bear skin coat on our class heater. Ms. Benson put out the fire, I just knew she had saved my life. It was just a small burn, but I just knew it was ovah!!
DON'T play ya'll remember those psuedo-fur coats, that you swore were some type of rat or dog or bear...


I got the following from a friend it was so applicable. I will always remember Ms. Benson for calling me "Punchanella", telling me I was pretty and a very smart little girl and giving me a buncha peppermints.
If you are a teacher, I love you, because you make the least amount of $ and you really, really do the most work.

May peace be upon Ms. Bensons' soul....

What will matter
By Michael Josephson © 2003

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.

So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won`t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave. What will matter is not your success but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters.

Damn, damn, damn...

I know, I know I'm late, but I am still grieving....

I finally got the courage to watch the season finale of The Wire. Ya'll they had showed his body, if you don't know I am talkin' bout Stringer Bells' body. I swear I musta had tears in my eyes... How about dat nigga crib was the flyest, (yes, I made up a word "Flyest"). I will never speak of him again after this post, He was the Shyt and Ioun even know how or what me and the kids are going to do. Oh yeah did you see D's baby momma crackin up, baby girl ain't nevah gone b right again..... I Damn Showl Undastand!!

That was some bullshyt!!!!