well it’s that time again…

no I’m not about to do some long drawn out post about everything that I thought was significant. no I’m not gonna look back at every thing that happened and try to write it in a read-ably short blog post.

 no I’m not gonna talk about how bad the Bears or White Sox sucked this year. or how i spent another small fortune on shoes and clothes. or how if i didn’t spend such money on clothes and shoes i could probably be driving a Benz or Audi right now or living in a nice loft somewhere.

i also will not blog about how Chicago has banned smoking in all public places, effective today, including bars and restaurants, or how after my 9th year of a pack a day (yes I’m only 26) , I should probably stop smoking anyway. i mean why the fuck am i gonna go to a bar now if i cant smoke while i drink?

i will also not express how after seeing a certain video how i feel that Bol aka Byron Crawford is the fattest, no neck, heavy breathing, cant hold his head straight, pussy i have ever seen in my life. his post about black Muslims being terrorists was so dead on. i mean i guess the fat bastard never heard of the Nation Of Islam, or Malcolm X or countless others who practice the Muslim religion and played a big role in the civil rights movements of the 60’s and 70’s and gave many black men confidence to stand up against the oppressive crackers of that time. i mean really, how could somebody who types the biggest words he can find to hide his ignorance NOT make that mistake?

i mean just yesterday a black dude strapped on a bomb vest and proceeded to blow up the white house in the name of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. oh, you didn’t hear about that? i mean its clearly evident why YN allows that piece of shit to be on XXL’s payroll. his writings are so intriguing and full of facts and insight.

but that’s neither here nor there, and has i said, i wont bore you with some long post about what was, and what should’ve, could’ve been.

Happy New Year to all.

hope you have a good year and remember to watch for the pigs when you’re leaving the party.