Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I Am Gifted, and it is a BURDEN, yo.

I have beatin' vision. I am gifted with a view of people that not everyone can comprehend. I am well aware of various people's needs for a solid beatin'. I can see it. I can smell it. But I need your help with this heavy gift that I have.

Sometimes I read about someone or hear about someone and say that the person needs a beatin'. There are people that need beatin's and a lot of them I refer to as "the one that got away." This means that they didn't take that high school beatdown that sets so many of us on the proper track. Lots of famous people have gotten away for too long with that great physical life-lesson. Gene Simmons comes to mind. You know he really needs someone to go all out on him with an aluminum bat and a tire-iron. Don't front. Gene Simmons is a total asshole. A beating of such a nature would cleanse him of multiple bad traits. A baptism of broken bones and pain would do that man a world of good.

The reason why I can say such things is that I took a good beatin' when in high school and it brought about an epiphany. I learned to be much more tolerant. I learned to get out of the way if a stranger is coming at you with all of their personal trash. I learned a level of social maturity that I couldn't have learned any other way. I also became gifted with beatin' vision.
Unfortunately, a lot of what I learned is purposefully obscured in my writing. I write in an aggressive, vicious style. This is different from how I actually handle myself in day to day exchanges with my fellow man. Using this, one could argue that Gene Simmons is an act, and that he doesn't really need a beatin'. Perter, your writing is a stance, and at times an act, based on what I know of you, you need a beatin'. I would have to respond with the fact that this very blog here absolves me of any "would-be" beatin' because I am telling you from the heart that I took that beatin' and I have been cured of the ills that plague someone like say, Gene Simmons. Perhaps I am wrong, but I rather doubt it.

So I refer to people as in need of a beatin'. What I mean is that they are in need of that same revelation I had when my lights got dimmed. The beatin' that I took was groundbreaking in my life. It inspired me be more tolerant. It inspired me to consider the needs and struggles of others around me. It also inspired me to go push iron and become someone who could defend himself. A person really only needs one serious beatin' in their life. Ultimately, it inspired me to become a better person.

I know that the beatin' that I took was good because after I had hulked up for a few years, I ran into the very guy who administered the beatin' to me in the first place. I had grown about four inches and my pecs were bolted to my chest because I was working out 7 days a week. I looked down at him and he looked up at me, and I let him go. I shot him a weak smile. That was a lesson in forgiveness. I think that was a beatin' paying itself forward...in some sort of perverse way.

So when I say someone needs a beatin', I mean it with the greatest comprehension of brotherly love I can muster.

Well, this past Sunday, I was legally in the position to administer a beatin' to a guy and his ladyfriend in order to show them the light. It has to be public that I failed.

I should have stepped right up and pummelled this guy something unmerciful. I should have grabbed his woman by the hair and delivered a couple of sharp ones to the kisser. I had every right to do this and I didn't. I had Every Goddamn right on the planet to beat these fools into the beginnings of that afterlife white tunnel we hear so much about. But I didn't. Why? Read on, gentle reader.

It was hot last weekend. Uncomfortable concrete on bare foot hot, but not LA summer hot. It was bad enough. So we went down to the beach. We went down to catch some of that cool Pacific breeze. Yzzy now has a camera and she was shooting some pictures with some film she had just gotten. Santa Cruz is a beautiful spot. We were walking along the shore. Kids were out playing in the sand. It was idyllic. Families were out. Men and women both obese and fit were doing beach things. It was a perfect afternoon. The waves were almost nil, and the calm was soothing. The Boardwalk was in the distance and the beach was speckled with people as far as there was beach to see. The distance hazed from the heat, and there were advection clouds on the water towards Monterey. The Moss Landing power stacks were barely visible. It was paintable.

Up in front of us, as we walked on the sand that had just been licked by the ocean, some people were coming out of the water. A pasty guy in his 20s and I would guess his 20 something girlfriend. But upon examination and a few doubletakes, it was apparent that these two were naked. The guy's chilled dork swung in the free air and as she walked, you could see her flanks pump. He got right to the shore and pulled on some shorts. She walked about a hundred yards up to where their towel was and took her sweet time toweling off and continuing with the show. Eyes were on her, and she knew it. Eyes were on him and he knew it. And here I am with my daughter.

I was flummoxed. I was shell-shocked. Sure I have seen naked bodies before. But my thing was that this was all out of context. My brain immediately went into the zone of, "What are these people thinking?" What would drive them to do this public nudity maneuver? Was it that they had forgotten their suits? Were they looking for a reaction? Were they playing truth or dare? Was this completely nonsexual or had they tired to do something freezing and abominable in the water? My brain kicked out Rolodex card after Rolodex card as it attempted to master the situation.

In all honesty, I don't know how much of this Yzzy actually saw as I went introspective. As I babbled incoherently.

It wasn't until hours later that I realized that there were two serious beatin's I should have delivered. I would have had to immobilize the guy first with many precise crunches to the face and nutsack. Then, albeit I don't find myself to by a misogynist, I would have had to knock the bitch out too. Probably just a few face shots. Fair is fair.

And they would have learned. They would have had their great lesson. Their epiphany. They would probably blog about it decades later, how they'd had their genitalia ransacked on the beach by a crazed man with his daughter (because if I had started up on these fools, I know Yz would have backed me up) and they learned that here in America, we aren't ready for public nudity. After waking up in a hospital, him pissing through a tube, her eating through one, they would both realize that if they ever walked a beach again they would keep their clothes on.
I think my conclusion is that yes, they were in need of a beatin', but I don't know that I am the one to give it to them. I have the vision. I am the man who knows when someone is in need of a beating. But alas, I don't have it in me to deliver this thing that their basest human desires cry out for. I think that the idea of my pummelling these people is actually beyond me. I don't think I could do it unless they had both turned to me and shambled at me like zombies.

I think that the beatin' I took years ago cured me from being a potential beatin' deliverer. I think that physically, such a confrontation is something that I am just about incapable of.
But I definitely have beatin' vision. What I need is to have a number to call to get a beatin' deliverer on the scene.

Perhaps the beatin' deliverer is you. Feel free to contact me with your ideas on how to get these beatin's out.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Devastated

When I bike to work, I have time to rest my eyes on objects and people longer than I do when I drive.

As I biked in today, I saw a man parked in his Toyota 4 Runner. I rolled around him and his hair was short-cropped and white. As I rolled further around, I saw that he had a white beard. He was looking at me through glasses with piercing eyes. He brought a cup of to-go coffee to his lips. For all intents and purposes, he looked like my father. He reminded me on a gut level that gave me a shot of adrenaline.

After coasting through a red light I realized my face was stuck in a grimace. I was too lost in thought to negotiate the roads correctly.

I miss him.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Spontaneous Political Generation

So I tend to shower at night. I am a biking fool these days and I am rather foul by the end of my string of 18 hour consciousness.


Last night as I was soaping out my bacteria-laden pits and pondering how sharp my razor was for the inevitable scalp scrape, something caught my eye. In the shower, mold and grime tend to start in the corner, directly below the spigot. The tile pattern is a series of squares, and the mold/grime/human filth cake in the grout between the tiles. This is nothing new to you people. The issue that I was having was that the stuff was moving. It was a gelatinous yet greasy rolling of odd flesh. It was anchored to the corner, yet moving back and forth, almost jumping. Initially, I thought that these were the tricks of the steam, because I keep my shower at the boiling point. It is a threshold that I have to work towards, like a frog in a pot. But I do bring it to the point of scalding blisters, and you know what? It relaxes me. This was no retinal sleight of hand, this was the real deal. The dirty shower had spawned life.

And there it was, brownish-green (like I can even describe the color) and glistening. It was an oleaginous, self-contained splat. It lived because of all of the grime and sweat and lost pubes that so many showers tend to drain. Not in this case. The soiled life form was assembled from all things grubby and myself. Don't forget that I shave my head in the shower, so that added a speckling of hair flecks to the equation. It looked like someone had shook pepper all over it. I also tend to blow my nose and when the moment is right and urinate in the shower as well. All of this added to the little smutty, pubed out glob in the corner.

Comestible it was not. Can you imagine trying to force something this putrid down your throat? I must also mention the mildew. I believe that the mildew itself was the catalyst in the first place. Shit doesn't just spring to life...read your damn Bible. There are forces involved, whether scientific or benevolent, we all can agree that life itself springs forth as a result of factors that aren't easily explained. For the purpose of this blog, I am just going to have to reduce all of the ideas and concepts to one simple theory: My filthy residue contains my DNA. My DNA somehow achieved a level of vulgar intimacy with the mildew and viola, the miracle of life in a dirty shower.

So I squatted, and let the 300 degree water splash me on the back as I leaned forward, naked and vulnerable to observe this young abomination, quivering and lolling in a fresh batch of my daily soilings.

The mossy, yet slick globule was about the size of a child's hand. I say child's hand because a child's hand can be a fist, or any number of shapes. Think of a child's hand in the fist form, flipping you off, because that is what this looked like. The middle finger was a proboscis it seemed at first. But then at the end of it, was an opening. A mouth. And from this mouth thing, came a sound.
"Are you going to vote for Obama?" The pile of almost-shit asked me.
"Pardon?" I asked. The steam around me was almost as thick as cigar smoke, and my pores were so open that I was willing to accept the fact that this was indeed a hallucination of the most unclean sort.

"Barack Obama. Are you going to vote for him?"

I wanted to address how I think that Hillary and Obama should join forces if they really want to see this Bush vampire or any of his hive out of the White House. I wanted to tell this asexual, R-rated Flubber that I have absolutely had it with this country and I am considering moving to France. I wanted to tell the scum about how I am going to have to fill my tank up soon and it was going to be close to four dollars a gallon.
"Who the hell are you going to vote for then? Ron Paul is out." The random short and curly hair spiked abomination in the shower barked.

"Its time for a change." I said. I stood, turned off the water and got out. Reaching for the towel, I began to plot when I would clean the bathroom. This change has to happen soon. The very fabric of our existence depends on it.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Press the Flesh

He smiled, but it was a carapice. It wasn't real. It was the mechanical. It was what you do when you have to do it. Now he had to do it. He was surrounded by people who needed his approval, needed his smile.They saw the choppers. They saw the constant smirking. They heard the laughter from deep within him. He gave it. But in that molecule of space between the mask of ebullient eyes and flashing teeth, of dimples and laugh lines, that was where the reality was.

And the mood was humid, and heavy. It was like a hundred rainstorms ruining a thousand plans in the sun, a sickness ruining a long journey, a best friend using dark secrets to hurt. All of the darkness, the melancholy and pain were his now.

Yet he shook more hands, and looked people into their eyes. He made the connections. He did the entertainer's dance. He let every last person he contacted feel like they were interesting and the only person on the planet. It felt good to give to them.

But the heaviness. The grief. The sorrow. It pulled at his chest and weighted his shoulders as unbearable things do. He had no option in this one. He had to take the pain, and the pain was beyond paramount. It was as if the gravity of the planet had all gathered at his feet, to pull him in. It was like the best meal one could ever cook, going to ruin because of a fight with an intimate. It was the realization that the chequing account had bounced. It was the realization that he'd been taken advantage of. It was betrayal and misery and gloom. The darkness swirled about his head, pricking him with pain. The feelings were unbearable. The lid that he'd kept on them was cracked and rusting. It was going to blow open, and all of the thick, oozing melancholia would blacken him and his surroundings. It was loss and it was hopelessness. It was the realization that the failure was final and unforgiveable.

And the kids looked up into his eyes. He smiled and joked. He squatted to interact with them, and shot knowing glances at the parents. He remembered the names of those he was introduced to. He used the names in the flippant sentences he constructed. He gave of himself. He let them have him. He let them see him. But it was only as deep as the mask that held his sorrow in place. The mask at this point was his best friend. Without it, he would be exposed as a weakened, miserable creature. He had to lie to them. He had to hold his happy poise in place. He had to reveal only the positive. He had to decieve and manipulate those around him.

Inside it brewed and churned in his stomach. It was a cold burning. An ice cube held to a window on a hot day. The morose feelings that held his brain in place were like foul, blood-soaked cotton balls. Like a bandage that should have been pulled a week previous, a grain of sand in the corner of his eye. The sadness was as tangible as the strained muscles under his eyes from all of that smiling he was doing. There was no purpose. There was no reason. It was all lost. It was nothingness and it didn't matter.

And then there was a moment of respite. The crowd slackened. He was allowed to be with himself for a moment. And he allowed himself one indulgence. The tear that swelled under his right eye sucked and pulled all of its worth out of his tear duct. The release of saline stung him, as he hadn't cried in years. His eye squinted and reddened. The tear hit its maximum density and then rolled.

To the left and the right he looked. Then he dashed his face with an open palm and caught the detractor from his charade.

And he continued, pressing the flesh, with that warm sweet smile of his.

Overheard today

A woman, yelling on her phone stridently as she made her way down Pacific Street:

"Do you know what it is like to take anti-depression pills? I don't think you do!"

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK


I think that this is funny. I think it is hilarious. I have had too many serious laughs over this one. If you have been riding it out from the beginning, you can ignore this post. Other than that, I think you are in for a rare treat. This is one of those times when a thread in a forum goes completely off-track and is funny. It is out hanging in the midle of a zombie apocalypse now. It will never come back, and I think it was funny as it lifted off and hit its stride.

I have to record it, before it falls off the boards forever.


It started with this post:


kelizerm:

Dean, I am Smoking!!! Just For You
Dean...Please don't block me!!! I will smoke this whole pack of cigarettes...just for you...Cmon...you are such a neat guy, please don't shut me out!!


Because of the ambiguity behind it all, it was ON. I am going to pull out all of my current commentary and all of the posts that are lame and just put it down. I thought the shit came off rather sophisticated.


Muphukka:

Sounds like a booty call gone horribly wrong.


SFCLK02:

yupp SHES SPRUNG SON


Muphukka:

Dean better recognize...she is killing herself for a shot at this guy.This Dean guy must be on some Brad Pitt noise or something.


Cate:

dean doesn't deserve you, babydoll.


Muphukka:

Sounds like Dean can close the deal.My guess is that Dean is a chainsmoker and she punked him on it. Then he got all butthurt and clicked off. Now she is smoking to prove that it is all good and hoping to get Dean back.Whoever this Dean is, man, homeboy has suction.


SFCLK02:

dam muphukka u got some good imagination


SFCLK02:

yea dean knows how to reel em in real good and then let em go


Muphukka:

Dean is obviously pimping HARD to get his own thread and stuff.Ladies throwing themselves at him saying "DEAN, I'M KILLING MYSELF HERE!!!"Dean's got the juice.


Catch and release, Dean style.I gots ta get the t-shirt.


SFCLK02:

yea screw p diddys shirt BITCHASSNESS imma get your T


Muphukka:

Dean proabably asked her if she was smoking, and she said no. But what he was asking was if she was smoking hot. But homegirl was so whipped over Dean-o that she thought he was talkingabout some Newports.

DEAN= PIMP OF THE YEAR, DRU DOWN STATUS.


SFCLK02:

hahaa dru down status lol nobody prolly know wat u talkin bout loli think folks from cali are the only ones on at this time


Muphukka:

WHERE DA **** IS DEAN???

He needs to 'splain this page...I lost all sleep last night trying to comprehend it.


GF:

Now that I'm back to work, I miss everything!! WTF? lol


SFCLK02:

Ahhaa yea this girl was ready to die over thos random guy dean


Muphukka:

I guess Dean is playing hardball by letting her smoke the whole pack before he gets straight with her.

True player status.


SFCLK02:

Lol Dean knows how to play the game right dam son I need to get on his level loll


Muphukka:

He is playing the game on levels I never considered.

"Smoke a pack of cigs and get back to me."

That is macking just too hard. He's liable to break her at that rate.He is at the Smoker's Lounge level of the game. You have to feel sorry for her.And you have to wonder how the situation got so strained that there is a thread here in off-topic for us to scrutinize.

I would be willing to pay a slight sum to have the entire story...coz you know its juicy.


Muphukka:

Dean is on some old school isht. Back when you straight told someone to smoke a pack of cigs.

Dean> Iceberg Slim.

And that's raw. Dean.Man, this guy is all about the Player POWER.I was trying to explain how hard this dude is to my GF and she wrinkled her nose and flexed with the attitude. Telling me that it must be a guy thing and stuff.You know what I told her? SMOKE A PLACK AND HOLLA.


Muphukka:

It is a crazy thread that makes no sense. She holla'd back on him, but he hasn't picked up the ball yet.This Dean guy is HARDCORE. He probably has to tell the girl he is with right now to SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK so he can come up in here and finish his business with whoever it was who started this thread.I am just hanging out taking Playa notes.

ITS TOO GOOD.


SFCLK02:

SON I've been sleeping in this thread I'm trying to figure out who this cat dean is and wat he did to this girl to smoke a pack of cigs


Muphukka:

I googled "Dean" and got 8.6 million hits.I have been going through them one at a time. Writing emails and such. I have been mentioning Crackberry and asking about this specific thread. I am posing as Dr. Muphukka an I have Dean's Playa meds.We'll find this playa PLAYA soon enough.


SFCLK02:

Hahaha good **** DR MUPHUKKA The search iss on SON


Muphukka:

I have the secretary here at work looking up all phone numbers that have "Dean" or "D" for the first name. She thinks it is something work related, but when she realizes that it is Dean that we are after, I am sure she will double her efforts.She is compliling the list for our greater area. Hopefully by this afternoon she will have SF and LA down too. I have a connection at NASA and maybe, just maybe, we can get some satellite footage of this new force...this SUPER PLAYA before sundown.In the meantime, I am researching getting the domain "PLAYAMEDS.com" in anticipation of our finding out how Dean keeps his game so tight. I do believe that a playa of Dean's status only comes once every second or third leap year. We need to zero in on this "Playa Equinox" and bottle the stuff. We can sell it and make mad cash, yo.I am sensing a future in the bazillions people.


SFCLK02:

ahahaa lol dam muphukka i got a street team out here in SF searching for him i got billiboards up says where is DEAN SONi got people passing out flyers everything man its on like donkey kong


Muphukka:

We are gonna have to handle this something proper.I am gonna call the police department as soon as I get off of this conference call and I am putting in a missing person's report.If the cop don't take me seriously, I will have to tell him to smoke a pack and holla back when he finds the playa.I need to also tap into all of the street cameras in the greater SF area and keep a lookout for this guy.Keep up with the fliers. SF.I am gonna hire the Goodyear Blimp here at lunchtime. It will be saying "SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK"We'll find this playa PLAYA soon enough.


SFCLK02:

ahahaaa lol a blimp lol i got the little planes with the banners already doing that son they are flying around the golden gate bridge and everything lol


Muphukka:

Yeah,I am on hold with the Coast Guard. I hadn't thought of the fact that a playa might be chilling on his yacht.Keep those planes circling the Golden Gate and I will see about deploying the National Guard in Santa Barbara, which is another playa PLAYA spot. I have calls in to Obama, Hillary, Cheney, Bush and the last living Kennedys. With all of that playa political power, we should land this guy pretty quick.HOLLA BACK DEAN, WE'LL FIND YOU.


SFCLK02:

HAHA we putting in real hard work for the search of this PLAYA DEAN SONI Got THE FBI SWAT I ACTUALLY GOT MY KITCHEN STAFF ON THIS ISH TOO NOW SON they walking around the streets of sf with t-shirts on saying WHERE IS PLAYA DEAN on the back it say holla back SON and get at MEi got street cars with them painted saying WHERE ARE U DEAN HOLLA BACK ON [THIS FORUM].


Muphukka:

Good work with the kitchen staff. I passed out t-shirts to all of the homeless fools here in Santa Cruz. Hey, homeless fools see stuiff we don't. I even saw a homeless playa once, but that is for a different thread.OH SNAPP!!!!!!I just hacked NORAD with my BB!!!!!Now we can scour the entire USA with APACHE WARHEAD MISSILES!!!! Apparently all I have to do is hit the space bar and POW(!), target takedown.We can keep this in the back pocket in case any Playa hatas step up on the man of the hour.Seriously, I can SMOKE A WHOLE CITY AND HOLLA BACK!We're gonna find this DEAN fool.

We are gonna find him and escort him back to safety.


SFCLK02:

Ahahaaaa dam son we doing it real big damm


Muphukka:

The thing about this is that Dean is a true playa PLAYA.He won't be found unless he wants to be found. This thread demonstrates that. He tells one woman to smoke a pack and holla back and he is off with another. She can't find him and I am sure she has his PIN, his social security number and the keys to one of his many apartments.Dean is laying low for the time being. I just took a call from a marine commander with frogmen down off of the gulf of Mexico. They have seen nothing that resembles a playa PLAYA of Dean's status.So my question is this: What woman has got Dean's attention so good that he ain't sticking his head out?SF, you and me are good, if that playa PLAYA sticks just his nose out, we've got him. But homeboy is dug in somewhere with some hoochie deeper than an alabama tick.I am going to call the Russians here in a few. Perhaps an international spin on this playa PLAYA hunt is what we need.


brownieangel23:

Well if you find Dean send him this way, when i'm done with him, i'll be the one saying smoke a pack and holla back


SFCLK02:

Haha. Good one brownie lol u gonna set him straight lol


brownieangel23:

Thats how i do, i love 'em them leave 'em begging for more. When i'm done with Dean i'll just leave a pack of newports on the night stand.................


garbagefairy1967:

Any news yet??? I keep checking in! LOL


brownieangel23:

Nope no word yet, i have to put my street team on it, they're searching all of nyc. I'm offering a reward for any info for Dean's where abouts.


Muphukka:

HECK YEEAH.

Eastcoast representation in the Playa Hunt of the milleneum. Homegirl is probably coughing so hard that if Dean sticks his head out of his gopher hole, she won't be able to talk to him.*snap* GOPHER HOLE!We need midwest representation something quick.There is a phone tree across all central coast locations here in CA. If Dean so much as shows up at a 7-11 for a 40 he will be brought in. This has hit one of the highest levels of National Security. For God's sake people, don't schedule any flights, it is a homeland security issue in all airports right now.I have been listening to the BBC to see if the Europeans are on this phenomenon at all. I have messages in to the Queen and I have the Prime Minister of China on hold while I type this.Props to Brownieangel for plotting to stick him with a pack of Newports after she tosses him. This is what Dean obviously needs.

DEAN!!! HOLLA!!!
SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK


bronzehoni:

South Dakota right here! I'll start havin my people look 'round as well....We'll check it all! The casino's, the trailer parks, the res, parks, junkyards - all that! I'll even get my people in Minnesota and Iowa in on this one!

Dean, where ya at?!?


Muphukka:

Good job Bronzehoni.

The midwest is where that playa might choose to surface. Someone has him in check right now. She is probably cooking him up some serious food and making him feel all at home. Perhaps she has actually captured Dean's heart?If not, there will be another SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK thread, I am sure of it.OMG. This guy has become a lot of work. I explained the playa PLAYA situation to my boss and he has given me a special leave of absence until the location of Dean has been secured. All day long I have been fielding calls with international dignitaries, military commanders and bounty hunters. Furthermore, the FBI, CIA and an extreme special ops division that I am not supposed to mention have been circling the greater central coast here in CA in attempts to find THE MAN. They have been texting me and sending me pictures from various locations where Dean might have been. I really wish that with all of our tax dollars at work here that they could hurry up and find this playa PLAYA.My PM box has been compacted here at crackberry as sightings and hoax-sightings from around the crackberry community have been coming in.The most secure lead that I have recieved at this point comes from a young, jilted woman (who sent me her pic and is COMPLETELY FLY peeps...it seems that DEAN has good taste at times) she asked me not to give her name because he'd actually told her to smoke a CARTON and HOLLA BACK, and she was embarassed that she wasn't done yet.She gave me this link though:


I have submitted it to the Vatican, and the Pope himself just texted me on my BB telling me that this too is a hoax.

DEAN, WHERE YOU AT PLAYA?


bronzehoni:

Caputured Dean's heart? I doubt it! *singing* Dean is COLD BLOODED! LOL But if someone where to do it, it'd be a Midwest girl! Also, I too have already started to get false leads. I was informed he was sighted at the Mall of America, in Hooters, telling a girl to " Eat a wing or never call again". Confirmed this lame was NOT Dean. Nothing further to report at this time, but will have my neighborhood watch group keepin tabs ALL NIGHT.


Muphukka:

Good looking out there BH. That Hooters lead seemed like the juice.The thought crossed my mind that all of the sewer systems in this nation are interlocked in one way or another...so I had been checking and cross checking the schematics of every sewer system in every metroploitan area in the greater United States. Then I just took a call from the director of the Dallas Fort Worth Airport who told me that a certain playa PLAYA DEAN has a fleet of rental limos at his disposal there and at every other major airport in the United States.This means that we need to keep our eyes open for limosines with smokers.Or maybe girls standing outside of limos smoking Newports? I am really trying to wrap my brain around this one.We need to know what kind of playa PLAYA Dean really is. Does he hit the clubs? What kind of drink does he prefer? What kind of gear is he rocking? How about flashy jewelry?I need a connection in Vega$ NOW people. Anyone. Some get on the horn and CALL YOUR RELATIVES. Hide your SISTERS, YOUR MAMAS and your EXES. The feds just texted me that DEAN is headed for Nevada.WHAT IS HE DOING THAT IS DRIVING A GOOD POPULATION OF OUR BEAUTIFUL WOMEN TO SMOKE AND HOLLA BACK?Men need to know this trick, and women need to be warned.I personally need to talk to Dean and have him spit out his game. I am sure it is multi-tiered and deeper than Atlantis.Shoot, I'm about to go buy a pack of Newports and find out what the fuss is!SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK Y'ALL


-your main Muphukka on the street.


SFCLK02:

Muphukka and bhoney where forgetting bout our main lead man the old lady we need to contact that desperate women and get the mans info I'm sure she know hella dirt on the playaplaya dean SONNN


Muphukka:

Right off the top, I need to tell you that the Illuminati texted me about an hour ago telling me that they have no idea where Dean might be.SF,I am gonna put you in charge of getting the info from the woman in question. Let me tell you that with your food service stealth, you will probably do better than the fools I have been working with. The FBI, CIA and the mafia came at me asking about interrogation in regards to this poor cancer-stick sucking woman and I told them she would probably respond well to a carton of Newports.They concurred...but they confided in me that are locked in some sort of jurisdictional crossfire with the tobacco company. Apparently the makers of Newport cigarettes want sponsorship and the rights to the term "SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK." Apparently they want it to be their new advertising campaign for the 2009 All-Out Cancer Blitz they have been planning.I tried to shut them down. I said that I would buy the Newports and bypass this tobacco gangsta move, but was told that my bypassing would bring in a conflict of interest on American soil (Whatever the fcuk that means). I told them it was a conflict of interest for the CIA, FBI and mafia to be wrking together. That was when I stared down the barrels of about 20-30 shotguns, handguns and other tubed weapons I have never seen before.The game with this Dean character is thick SF, but I don't know if we should go through the woman on it.I am sure that she has the man's info, but look at this thread...she is ghost, homes. She is somewhere choking on a Newport.

SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK.

Who woulda known so much pain and heartache could be behind such a directive?


-DR. MUPHUKKA AKA YOUR MUPHUKKA ON THE STREET.


SFCLK02:

Hahaha yea man I shouldn't put the women through anymore stress lol or remind her of dean before she croaks or sumthing lol The streets are a muphucca SON


Muphukka:

She has been traumatized. Let her smoke in peace. She needs to finish that pack so she can holla back lol.


brownieangel23:

So far a search of the North East has turned up nothing. I'm gonna contact my dirty south crew and get them on this. For all we know he could be in magic city telling the chicks to "smoke a pack and holla back".


eakeller:

Now this SMOKE A PAK N HOLLA BAK Theme here is spreading. Most of SoCal has been on tha watch for Dean, but no surface sightings. There was a falsie of a lowrider sighting heading up I-15 to Vegas, but turned out to just be Brad Pitt in a jalopy. When I mentioned the surface had been scoured, I affixed a Newport to my lips and got ready to light it up. Soon as the flicka of flame ignited, I had a flamin' idea. Surface nuthin! So now I've got my homies in Tijuana on tha alert, yellin down tha smugglin' tunnles to SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK

So far nuthin, but I've got hopes.


berryman:

Can I hear running water? Or do I just desperately hope that I could?Pull the plug on this thread of verbal diarrhea before we all go out and kill ourselves for the lack of will to live


eakeller:

When you kill yourself, make sure to wear a CB t-shirt that says, "Got Dean?"That way the news crews will have a way of communicatin' the message without gettin' in trouble with Newport or with the FBI. Good luck, buddy. If you see Dean in the afterlife, SMOKE A PACK AND SEND 'EM BACK!


Muphukka:
Originally Posted by Berryman :
I have diarrhea


HATER ALERT.


That's great there buddy. Put the BB down and wipe yo booty. CNN has been sending me a nonstop series of MMS messages with all sorts of global playa PLAYA huntin content. No soap though. I have calls in to BET and MTV1 and 2...these seem like sources of potential playa PLAYA info.*Breaking News*The price of Newports have shot up nationwide. People are smoking MAD PACKS. Now we just need to find the fool to HOLLA BACK at.Keep on the case EAKELLER, it sounds like you know something about taking a playa PLAYA straight out the game in TJ. Why didn't I thik of TJ? You are on some serious gangsta **** right there.


SFCLK02:

Hahaha wipe yo booty son u drippin like waterr hhahahaa haterrr


Muphukka:

Perhaps the only way to really get Dean to reveal his location is to appeal to all of the HATERZ out there. They are on the sidelines, kibitzing, chugging they HATERADE just waiting for a chance to start doign what they do best...HATE.I'll see if I can round up some HATERZ.Then fools know how to ruin a party REAL QUICK. And I know they can't stand the success Dean is having being playa PLAYA of the damn MILLENIUM.

HOLLA HATERZ!


berryman:

Better stock up on paper folks, looks like this bad case of diarrhea is going to extend over the weekend. Have a good one


Muphukka:
Originally Posted by Berryman:
diarrhea is still rolling out my piehole. Have a good one


That is awesome.Hater representation right there.


SFCLK02:

SON UR gross u need to put some tissue paper in that ish and clog it up homie And lots of hateration right there SON


Muphukka:

Ahahahahaa.WIPE and HOLLA.


eakeller:

Possibility: Tha HATE comes from tha itchy soreness of not being able to stop the deluge from drippin'. Mebbe he's gone thru all the rolls in tha haus, needin' a wal-mart run, but can't cuz DEAN'z on the loose. Thaz nasty.Afterlife

Update: Obviously the non-deceased are still with us, so we don't have a report from the afterlife. Anyone willing to go? Oh, and SF - I thought you were on t-shirt duty, you get 'em ordered yet? Front: Got Dean?Rear: SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!

Needless to say, the playa PLAYA is still hidin' out, possibly somewhere in the tunnels under TJ. Still got tha homies goin', tho - on tha lookout. I've been down there all morning passing out free Newports (can't someone do something about the skyrocketing prices?). The boyz are appreciatin', but it seems the Newports aren't quite strong enuff - they're mixin' em with some **** and re-packin' the paperz. I have no idea.Since the TJ run has been unproductive so far, I've chartered a plane to Columbia to see if he's hiding under some cocoa leaves. "Snowman Dean" from what I've heard. This has definitely been an international affair from tha start, considerin' we have no idea what country the Original Poster is from. She's hurtin' that's fo sho. Think she's moved international on the account of hearing the mantra?

SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!Will check in once I get to Bogota.


Muphukka:

I gotta pity the hater, yo. It is apparent that he ate the wrong bacon jalepeno chili hotdog with sassy sauce and he is trying to speak to us about it in code about it or something. He needs to cork is isht and start a slippy thread. AHAHAHAHA Sucka PH.Bogata huh?It figures that a serious playa PLAYA would get onto the Tony Montana tip. One who hits the playa PLAYA excesses of Tony Montana isn't about to stick his nose out for [this forum]. I don't think Dean is there yet, but he must be close. DAMN CLOSE.

Felipe Calderon the President of Mexico said that he had his elite death squad police force on the case if that helps you any. I had left him a message about the donkey show about 9 months ago and he is just getting back to me now. I was also juggling calls from Nguyen Khanh, the HBOC in Vietnam last night and unfortunately missed the call.

Apparently the President of Mexico he was trolling through the crackberry forums and found this whole thing, recognized a muphukka and holla'd back. One of my forum contacts who happens to be an elite secret service officer in charge of changing the President's depends texted me a bit ago with a list of the police commissioners and their private numbers in all of the greater cities of the USA. I have been cold-calling these men of the law nonstop. The problem with these types is they have no idea what a playa PLAYA is. Every time I get through with the explanation, they say something about getting more law enforcement on the street to protect the daughters of this great nation. That is fine and dandy, but we need the one playa PLAYA who can sweettalk Chelsea Clinton out of her college tuition in 2.5 seconds flat (read on):


DEAN is apparently on a lustful rampage. Print and Internet personals ads across the nation have hit astronomical proportions with women young and old claiming to be smoking Newports 2 and 3 at a time in hopes that Dean will come back. Recently, I called IBM and asked them to put a supercomputer on it. They offered DEEP BLUE the chess playing computer. Chess=Game so I rolled with it. This computer crunched the raw data I was able to give and determined that Dean is breaking a heart every 2.5 seconds. Homeboy gets in and barely gets to say his trademark SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK before he is on with the next honey.I need to talk to this guy. Actually, what I am hoping is that there is a woman out there who will stop this playa PLAYA. Some logged into this thread earlier. The kind of women who will make Dean go smoke a pack and Holla back. I believe that is the only thing that can slow down this juggernaught lothario.Any Dean sightings? Information? Suggestions? This is the spot people. This has the potential to be a complete national catastrophe of Biblical proportions.

SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK yo.What about them Tshirts, SON?


-Your main Muphukka on the street.


SFCLK02:

SON THEY HAVE BEEN PRINTED AND I GOT ALL THE PEOPLE ROCKING EM ALREADY CHECK THE BRIDgE THEY ROCKING EM SON I HAVE A INTERVIEW WITH THE NEWS TONIGHT there asking me bout this pimpalistic homie dean sON so i gotta explain it all to them. they started asking me once i sold out of t-shirts i got the whole bay area goin nutz over em its straight crack baby. i got people sellin em outta there trunks i got a line outside my restaurant dam son everybodys rockin em out here PIMP DADDY DEAN SON WHERE YA AT


Muphukka:

For reals!The traffic on highway 1 just clogged and new choppers are out there. KCBA FOX NEWS 5 just announced that SF might have to be shut down and put under martial law re: those damn shirts!I heard a riot busted out in Palo Alto over those shirts mang! What did you put on them? IT IS LIKE A SHARK FEEDING FRENZY!!!GOOD JOB SF.DEAN???

WHERE YOU AT?


eakeller:

Palo Alto? So that's as far as that carton made it, SF? I wuz wonderin since they were supposed to be here in LA yesterday. Now I got half of Compton and Inglewood beating down my door to wear the Got Dean? I've had to hold them back by holding a .45 up to a carton of Newports and threatening to pull tha trigger. I'd do it, too. Even tho they are like little sticks of gold, they're not as precious as waitin for tha D-shirt. Hopefully I can still make the flight to Bogota. Thanx for tha tip on the Mexican donkeys. I'll be on tha lookout. Sit back, put the flame to a Newport, SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!yo


Muphukka:

Woah, holding a gun to a pack of Newports is some cold isht right there! That's the kinda stuff that would make a hater's bowels stop juicing. I havent heard much from SF lately, I hope he didn't get taken out in the swarm for shirts! The late night news was reminding me of the new Dawn of the Dead movie the way crazed people were running around for those shirts!Somehow, in my quest to find Dean, my IP got leaked and now there are hoards of hot, smoking women camped outside of my house waiting for an update! I mean THOUSANDS of beautiful women looking dressed to kill! I can't step outside or I get mobbed! It sux that they only want me for info! The plumes of Newport smoke can be seen from space I have been told.OH SNAP!!!Security breach! I am hiding in my closet posting right now from my BB and hundreds of hot women are ransacking my house!Ill smoke a pack here and holla back at y'all if I live through this.Damn... The air is thick with Newport smoke...


eakeller:

MF son! I hope you're OK. My only suggestion would be to inhale deep......that Newport smoke is like little puffs of gold dust. If any of the hotties are from TJ, a deep inhalation may get you more than you bargained for. SF, when does the next shipment of D-shirts arrive at the NORAD complex? It's a pity you had to send them there just to maintain security. Last time I went in there it amounted to a full-body search.....and I mean full. Like the one the HATER would not pass. If you can't disclose the exact date for the D-shirt arrival, send it to me by Newport smoke signal. Got Dean?This trip to Bogota has been wakked. Charter made it just over Belize before pushing me out with nothing but a Newport and a parachute. Pilot was mumbling something about picking up a playa PLAYA! Naw, couldn't be our man. These rented muels chafe like nuthin. Then again, I can trade a single Newport for a Pinto in the next city. Thanks be for the berry power to stay connected.

SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!


Muphukka:

OMGWTFPS3!!

I am deep in enemy territory people! I am here looking out my hotel window on THE LAND OF THE DEAD! I am in SF's neighborhood and I cannot go out and walk to his damn restaurant! The women outside are wearing his T-shirts and drooling up and down the street!I am witnessing a new evolution! In their longing for this playa PLAYA Dean they have become human flesheaters! I saw a bellhop go outside and hundreds of TOTALLY HAWT women attacked him and ate him on the spot! My Esoteric posturing on the subject is as follows: Dean ate their hearts and now they will eat men! The blood of the bellhop sprayed the side of the building and I realized then and there that the only way to survive this apocalypse is to find Dean and feed him to these played, cannibalistic women!DEAN IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!I am stranded in Redwood City! I don't know how I will ever get out of here! If I step outside, I will be toothed by a bunch of hawt women!Only Dean can stop this end of civilization. That playa PLAYA needs to show up and stop the misery, heartbreak and human self-consumption!! That playa has taken the game to a new abominable level: Cannibalism!If you see Dean... Please:SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA!


eakeller:

What's worse: being stranded in Redwood City or being eaten by a pack of ravenous Newport smokers?I honestly don't know. Update: made it to Bogota with only a quart of vegetable oil to spare. Traded the Pinto for some "local information." Reliability is unknown, but some dudes up at 4AM (I think they had been awake for four days) said there were several reported sightings of a ghost walking beside the road and whispering, "smoke a pack and holla back!" Supposedly this "ghost" is sporting a 2-week beard and carrying a pack of Newports. Unfortunately there have been noreports of Snowman Dean for several days. Speaking of Newports, the shortage has gone worldwide. My traveling companion and I had to donate plasma at the local center and pool our resources just to buy another carton. However, when you walk around sportin' a Newport, people automatically welcome you into their homes for meals, showers, and often provide a lot of this stuff the local culture refers to as "snow". Must be a native thing. All I know is I haven't slept for three nights straight. May be headin' back to the States soon, seems this international trek is just days behind everywhere. I heard there are a lot of flights from Colombia to Miami, maybe I can thumb a ride on one of those. SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!ek out


Muphukka:

EA, Newports are still available in the US. BUT NOT AT THE HOTEL I AM STAYING AT!!!!!read on:All I can say is that the hawt zombie women chainsmoking Newports and wearing those shirts SF made broke into the hotel last night!

They dismantled the giftshop and viciously castrated the man working there. His blood, urine and netherparts were smeared across the windows. I was going to the gift shop for a pack of PORTS, but then turned right around and went back. The hawt, carcinogen women saw me and threw a lower intestine at me to lasso me, but I got out of it! Spattered with guts I made it to the 8th floor and locked it down. I might have to pretend I am Dean or something because these undead women are HAWT! I mean...they got the boom and the POW! The smoking is a little much, but it is like being trapped on some dangerous, smoking Amazon island! The only problem is that they want to kill every man who isn't Dean.Necrophilia to save the masses? I might be up for it!

They collectively murmer "...Dean...Dean...Dean..." as they rip and shred their way through the male population! There is nothing more pathetic than seeing a man lose his manhood at the claws of a completely hawt woman! These girls don't need any airbrushing...and maybe that is because of all of the smoke that is in the air...but DAMN. I need to start taking pictures, because these women are beautiful. A little obsessed, but my GOD...it is like I am a a violent club where all of the women are voluptuous supermodels!!!The walls are spattered with the blood and genitalia of men who didn't cut the mustard. WHat a way to go! Getting castrated by a roomful of beautiful women and then left to bleed out on the floor. I am shivering with anticipation! The lobby floor is 6 inches deep with human body parts and these unbelievably HOT UNDEAD CHAINSMOKING ZOMBIES. They are going from door to door. They bash the door in and castratikill the male and convert the female if she is there.They are up the hall and working their way towards my room!I am just afraid that if I front like I am Dean (and I honestly wouldn't know how to begin) that I won't be able to take the all out sexual assault that will come. Who am I kidding? There is no way I could even begin to touch the idea of satisfying ONE of these undead hotties let alone a HOTEL FULL OF THEY SMOKING HAWT SELVES! And if Dean is in Columbia...pulling a Tony Montana...then I am really s c r e w e d.I have never seen so much blood, smoke and mangled genitalia in all of my life! Someone send in...I dunno. The Chippendale dancers or something!I don't know if I am going to make it out of this one!!


SMOKE A PACK AND HOLLA BACK!




And so it ends I think. I thought that it was funny while it lasted.