Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Upgrade WHO?

















 



So thanks to good ole Beyonce, chicks out in this world really believe they can upgrade a guy. Well maybe she wasn't the one who started it, but she surely fed fuel to the bullshit fire. Being one of the chicks who at one point in her life was drinking the not-so-red kool-aid that was that song, I realize not only can you not really upgrade anyone - why the hell would you even really want to?

First of all, if you ask any mother who is worth her salt as a woman and a mom (because honestly, mothers really are always right) they will tell you it's important to find someone equally yoked. Equally Yoked - meaning on the same level and on ALL important levels. The reason being is that point is not to bring someone out the slums, 9 out of 10x they actually bring you INTO their slum-dom, but to actually grow to new levels with that person. It takes more effort to bring someone up than it does to take them down.

And if we are all really truthful with ourselves, why in sam hell did you even look twice at that dude/girl? I'm saying - if you are not only rocking designer duds, but doing so without blowing your whole paycheck, collecting welfare, or slinging [insert product of your choice here] on some street corner, then HOW the hell did that person even pull you? What did (s)he offer you? If so, please point me in their direction so that I know the secrets on how to sucker people in life.

Otherwise, do the proper thing and look down upon the person that is your high-level right, turn around and kick dust back as you keep it moving.

And on that note, click on the video below for your enjoyment. I'm saying it's still a darn good song. And I still want those sunglasses and frankly the whole look she has on in white in the car.





Crazy Drunk B

Is there ever a time for Gold Teeth?

Gold. Teeth. Not fronts, not diamonds, just plain old 14k Gold Teeth caps. There was a point in time where golds were tolerated (never acceptable) I think it was the late 80s. Jeri Curls were the hairstyle dejour, track suits were all the rage, and GOLD CAPPED TEETHED ruled the inner city.
Now I'm not hating on someone feeling like gold is a nice place to park their money until the economy comes back...and I can even see wanting to keep a close eye on your investment. But really you're 35 and under and you had Golds??? What are you thinking? Who are you? What kind of trash are you? And why didn't the golds scare everyone that knew you away?

The Rude B