The downfall of these strange, petite one-off Pop-Rap-Dance 'artists,' including (but not limited to) ILoveMemphis, Silento, and- perhaps most notably- Jermaine Fuller of the Buckwheat Boyz (the vocalist for "It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time"), which, for whatever reason, often culminate in grandiose standoffs with Law Enforcement, needs to be studied with intensive scrutiny.
Most of those among us who managed to make it thru 2015 remember the haunting one-hit-wonder, Hit the Quan by a mysteriously ephemeral artist by the name of ILoveMemphis.
Fast forward to this past February, where he live-streamed a psychotic break which led to a rather tense standoff with the local police of Plantation, FL, or, as they eponymously identify, The 'Plantation PD.'
Anyway, this ~10sec clip captures one of the most ridiculous, humiliating moments a gung-ho LEO has captured on his own body cam. The banal innocence of his aggression is almost charming, but Sarge just ain't havin' none of his rookie cracker bullshit today.
I have a wild story about this exact Waffle House I might have to share involving a black gentleman who also happened to be a crack-cocaine enthusiast, a blood-red ‘96 Crown Victoria LX and a skull full of sedatives/narcotics, back around 2013…
Carlisle Slim: the Feline Crown Prince of PimpWorld (coming soon to a dimension directly in front of your face, but as yet invisible to ur naked eye.) Fear not, tho: Our code-coons (we find them more useful than code-monkeys, as they have less of a fæces issue) are fast at work!
I will always love blunts, but as of late, I’ve been getting into cigars (mostly cigarillo-sized ones like Acid C-Notes or these Nicaraguan Sweet Janes, both produced by Drew Estate.)
I can say without hesitation, after working at over 5 tobacco/smoke shops, two of the best ‘entry-level’ ‘gars available for the price-point.
Great ‘gateway gars’ indeed, being that their size allows a certain degree of leeway/forgiveness if one makes the rookie mistake of taking a deep lung pull (happens to me often, and I just get a bit ‘pleasantly heavier’ for a brief instant, but I could imagine one with baby lungs succumbing to the dreaded ‘brown-out’ or nicotine/tobacco ‘overdoses’: they aren’t so different from greening out on weed, although if anything, the feeling right before puking your guts up is so dysphoric that I can only describe the feeling as ‘visceral near-certainty of some nebulous-but-inevitable impending catastrophic lvl of doom.’)
I find that, given the smaller size of these, they are far more enjoyable for writing breaks, contemplation, prayer, mediation and/or other spiritual purposes, sharing among friends over good conversation, while also warding off insects, parasites and unseen forces far more malevolent than the aforementioned two corporeal pests that haunt the humid summer nights of Southeast Louisiana.
To wrap this up, the cherry on top of these Sweet Janes has got to be that each tin comes packaged with a small Boveda pouch, which ensures that they remain STUPID fresh til your last smoke!
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but these are a temporary respite from ontological torment in the form of a perfectly cured epicurean delight.
Side Note: this is not in any way a paid ad nor endorsement. I simply enjoy quality goods, and when I find a product that really strikes a chord with me, I sometimes go out of my way to share my ‘discovery’ in hopes that others might be met with the opportunity to savor their near-ethereal essence.
@pslymyy@PSLYMTV@realnice It’s a bit of a well-known fact, but for those of you unaware, Bayer began as a dyestuffs/pigment producer before realizing that the versatile utility of chemistry could allow them to expand to other such industries, such as allopathic medicine.
Himnos mil al glorioso Expedito, que su sangre en la Armenia vertió, cuyo nombre en el cielo fue escrito, y de mártir el laurel alcanzó. —Himno a San Expedito
I am now physically addicted to linen pants, and pslymette is psychologically addicted to ravenously violating my no-no zone thru them. These are problems I suppose I can learn to live with..
I will say this: ladies, if you like how your man looks in grey sweatpants, find him a nice pair of pure linen slacks , and you will immediately realize that there are levels to this.
From a male perspective, I had no idea the extent to which polyester was making my flow of blood and energy feel strained at best, but I find stagnant to be a more apt term. Switch to linen and organic cotton if you can— avoid blends if possible, and esp avoid synthetic fabrics.
I’m no Leviticus Literalist, but Lev 19:19 is a rather interesting verse, and there are both practical (physically apparent) reasons to wear linen and, perhaps, at least, spiritually valid reasons for avoiding garments of mixed fabric.
Let your pores breathe, especially down beneath…
To clarify, this isn’t some hippie bullshit: I feel a tangible difference in my overall affect since switching to pure denim, linen, or cotton pants/underwear, and when I am left with little choice but to wear polyester blend boxers (ie laundry day), I feel dead below my waist.
This is not some strange, fantastical WooWoo conjecture: textiles, despite being decidedly material, are energy, after all, and thus do vibrate at specific frequencies.
There is a wealth of fascinating information supporting my own anecdotal/experiential claims, and I encourage you to do a little research if the subject interests you at all. If what you find convinces you, take the leap and cut out polyester, rayon, spandex, Lycra, etc
PS To all ladies and particular effete bourgeoisie ‘gentleboys,’ LuLuLemon’s clothing is rife with ‘forever chemicals’ that essentially spay/neuter you.