My Balls Were Made For Walkin

I Like To Keep My Sneakers On The Window Ledge Of The Front Window Of My House. That Way, It Reminds Me Of All The Little People I'm Walking All Over.

BLOW ME

F You hollywood.  Why Dont You Come Up With An Orginal Idea For Once Instead Of Stealing Other Peoples.

I remember one day I was sitting in an agency and some clown came up to me and asked me for my portfolio.  It was at that moment I said "portfolio. portfolio. I don't need no portfolio. Im CP, bich.  I could shave my head, glue the hair to various part of my body, wear my teeth on the outside of my face, and I would still be the best thing going." portfolio? No, I dont need no portfolio. I'm CP, bich. Then I gave them the one finger salute and left.  I dont need no portfolio. I'm CP, bich.

I warned you that some day CP may show up, and if HE does, HE is going to look fine. Shame on you for not being ready.

 

It Doesn't Matter If Those Balls Are Soft Or Hard

Random Thought For The Day: 

You Gotta Like A Girl Who Takes Her Time To Get All Carefully Dressed Up In Her Uniform. Painstakingly Applies Her Make-Up Until It Looks Just Right.  Fixes Her Hair So That It Is Both Pretty And Functional......Then Turns Her Head Around And Spits Like A Pro On National Television.  I Don't Drink 40's, So Instead, I'M Going To Tip My Frosty Bottle Of Water. 

I'M just gonna speak frankly

Seeing As How There Are Some "coaches" Out There Who Only Rank About A .0000001- On A Scale Of 5, Maybe There Is A Division III School Or An Intramural Club Program They Can "coach" At.

Pack Light

For they have been sentenced to the bracket of death,
So it be appropriate.
For they do not play your brand of ball.
Of hard work, of dedication, of desire, of dirt.
they play the only brand they know, politic ball
like the "state" they come from, a brand that is full
of kissin a and sucking d.
their program taken over long ago by professional scouts
to assure that the careers of their prospects were not destroyed
by a coach that the "school" is too embarrassed to fire and one who's acts
are guided by the fact he was never good enough to make it, and will be damned if anyone else does.
And damned they will be.  For they have been sentenced, to the bracket of death.
For you, the journey has just begun, but for them it is two and done.
DO WHAT MUST BE DONE. DO NOT HESITATE, SHOW NO MERCY.