tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33232640768383594282024-03-13T12:49:07.940-04:00Me, my friends, my city and the things that happen around usJust everyday nonsense that happens around me.ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-53595422015489029092008-10-02T14:01:00.003-04:002008-10-02T14:09:49.701-04:00Remembering Mass Transit Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SOUNdb9BhNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mp_mX8raS1s/s1600-h/n1400735_34446691_3648.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SOUNdb9BhNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mp_mX8raS1s/s400/n1400735_34446691_3648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252619339768628434" border="0" /></a><br />Shout out to dat MF for the <a href="http://angryazztruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/mass-transit-week-day-1.html">Mass Transit Week</a> post. Let's pay homage to the KING.<br /><br />Bow down!<br /><br />There's always something you see or hear on the train that will have you rollin for days!<br /><br />Enjoy!ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-1653901276929255962008-09-29T22:57:00.001-04:002008-09-29T22:57:34.224-04:00Watermelon House<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2896760167/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2896760167_7ec298c3e0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2896760167/">Watermellon House</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/digital_don/">digital_don</a></span></div>itss back!<br clear="all" />ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-19755758196061256422008-09-08T13:38:00.002-04:002008-09-08T13:39:33.999-04:00Take a bite out of this!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitlinyap/2839224788/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2144/2839224788_75a52315e9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitlinyap/2839224788/"></a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kaitlinyap/">kaitlinyap</a></span></div><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Congratulations Serena!</span></span><br /><br />"Her desire is unbelievable," Richard Williams said. "I describe her as being a combination of a pit bull dog, a young Mike Tyson and an alligator."</blockquote>ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-65203379168901749942008-08-16T21:16:00.004-04:002008-08-16T21:19:32.095-04:00Omarion becomes me....so they say....LOLFor the past I don't know how many years lots of people have said that I look like Omarion if he cut his hair. Now, he's done just that. So does he really look like me now? I mean honestly....<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gShN1fiEvfI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gShN1fiEvfI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-57876822816498181352008-08-13T22:31:00.004-04:002008-08-13T23:18:15.285-04:00Has this ever happened to you....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SKOit8mvFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PUq5a-Wmz1w/s1600-h/303720713_1033137222_0.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SKOit8mvFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PUq5a-Wmz1w/s400/303720713_1033137222_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234206102181057634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SKOiuHihmfI/AAAAAAAAADE/zSnWAPq7gk8/s1600-h/303721168_1033138812_0.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SKOiuHihmfI/AAAAAAAAADE/zSnWAPq7gk8/s400/303721168_1033138812_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234206105116187122" border="0" /></a>Umm yeah, he's putting gas in his car....how you run out of gas in the middle of an intersection....while turning.....sucks to be him. But he walked to the nearest gas station, bought a gas can and filled it up then came back to the car.ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-15357429075839166782008-08-13T18:16:00.004-04:002008-08-13T18:28:45.951-04:00Solange at Stone Soul in DC<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TLCa_K3Zpo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TLCa_K3Zpo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Solange was here in DC this past weekend. This song woke me up the other morning, the video was playing on VH1, and I must admit its growing on me. It kinda has that Alicia Key's Teenage Love Affair old school feel. And I really like that song. But check out this video. A "random" comes on stage and gets down with Solange and she allows it. Hilarious. I wish I had been there to see it.<br /><br />And after her performance. EZStreet interviewd her.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkZoVN1KOaU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkZoVN1KOaU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-37931376282955375602008-08-10T18:57:00.000-04:002008-08-10T18:57:00.523-04:00Rasputia has a SISTER?! How YOU doing?!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SJ9CxZuHXVI/AAAAAAAAACU/2SIT32KLVVo/s1600-h/RasputiaMarthaReeves.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgELRgz-Ow4/SJ9CxZuHXVI/AAAAAAAAACU/2SIT32KLVVo/s400/RasputiaMarthaReeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232974708513135954" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span class="postbody"><br />I was out having dinner and I saw a glimpse of Motown legend Martha Reeves of Martha and the Vandellas on TV. I said to myself, "DAMN, SHE AND RASPUTIA COULD BE SISTERS!" What do you think?<br /></span>ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-68997458499503086802008-04-10T12:51:00.001-04:002008-08-10T16:01:04.542-04:00Model: Donald IMG_7207<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2132000077/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/2132000077_5738fd1160_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2132000077/">Model: Donald IMG_7207</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/digital_don/">digital_don</a> </span></div>This is one of my favorites.ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-27702400244874140552008-04-10T12:50:00.001-04:002008-08-10T16:02:00.678-04:00Model: Donald<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2041174355/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2041174355_46ef4f3847_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digital_don/2041174355/">Model: Donald</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/digital_don/">digital_don</a> </span></div>My mother likes this one. What do you think???ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-8161800739208557512007-11-01T16:11:00.000-04:002007-11-01T16:15:23.629-04:00Hank Hill - the Black oneSo everyone knows I don't cook! I eat out most of the time or I'll bring leftovers from my folks if I'm there for dinner. Yesterday, after I stopped to pick-up my tennis racket from the guy who runs a shop out of his home, I passed by Wendy's for a meal. I ordered a few things; a salad, fries, a chocolate frosty and a biscuit. I got lucky because the crowd came in right behind me and it all of a sudden got crowded. And this Wendy's was in the hood, but it was close to a major highway (I guess). And the highway was backed-up. Anyway I was trying to be cheap and not get a burger because I had some other leftover wings at home that I had planned to finish those. So I'm waiting for my food and this young guy clearly didn't know what he was doing was preparing my order. The woman at the register got the salad and the frosty. All he needed to do was get the fries and the biscuit. I don't know what he was looking at, but I saw him put a burger in my bag! I took it all knowing it was wrong, but at that point I wanted a burger, and it didn't matter which one! And that joint was good! But the funniest part of that trip to Wendys was that the guy's name who was filling my order is HANK HILL. I could die laughing and could not get KING OF THE HILL out of my head for the rest of the day. There are so many slow people on that show!ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323264076838359428.post-59255922074391979302007-08-21T18:19:00.000-04:002007-10-09T11:45:56.044-04:00I'm BLINGING.....finallyI've been saying I would do it for a couple years now. Almost two weeks ago i was flipping the channel on a boring Sunday morning and some diamond earrings popped up. I said to myself that I would start off nicely. But me being the undecided capricorn I am waited too long and the television said they were SOLD OUT. Immediately, I went to the computer logged on to their website and pulled up the earrings to see what additional information I could get. ...G2G......I will continue the story soon.....ExecutiveHomeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04745423019052096351noreply@blogger.com0