Showing posts with label icey ike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label icey ike. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Ike Turner 2.0 and Breakin' Down The Working's Of The Female Mind

Rumors are swirling today that little Ms. Sunshine herself, Rihanna, has recently entered into the unholiest of unions with her Ike Turner-esque boyfriend Mr. Chris Brown. Yeah, cats are saying that these two idiots got hitched over the weekend while celebrating their reunion after that “best of the UFC ultimate knockouts” beatin young breezy threw down on ol’ girl.

I am always the first to say I told you so. I knew this shit was gonna happen THE DAY HE WHOOPED HER ASS. I called it too. Don’t believe me? CLICK HERE about half way down

The fight, as it happened, explained in pictures:

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Everything’s cool, havin’ a great time…

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Rihanna gets nosey, starts snoopin through Breezy’s phone. Notice the look on his face…

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The resulting beatdown from Ms. Thing spazzin out about the text messages homie was gettin’ on the low for some extra-marital cutting.

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Breezy dips out on jet ski, not givin’ a fuck.

I want to take this time to address some of the comments being made about Chris Brown and his jet ski. There are several celebrity types criticizing homie for being out in public having a good time. Why exactly? Is it some sort of requirement that you sit in a dark closet and starve yourself until the woman you unfortunately had to whoop up on accepts your apology? FUCK THAT. I’d want to get my mind off shit, not dwell. Look, the truth of the matter is, he knew Rihanna was coming back…

It’s a very simple cycle. Women fall harder for men the harder they (the men) go on them. I am dead up 100% serious. I feel that I should elaborate on that just a bit. Every broad I know that has been in an “abusive” (and I use that term quite loosely) relationship has weathered the storm and continued to take those ass whoopin’s everyday because they justify it to themselves in a way that most men will never understand.

Let’s take a second to explore the psychology of the female mind for a second here…

Once the line gets crossed, and this could be any proverbial “line in the sand”, i.e. “I will never let a man hit me”, a new line is formed. So what was once “I will never let a man slap me” becomes “At least he didn’t punch me” which leads to “I won’t let it happen again” and so on and so forth. So, when the inevitable occurs, and ol’ boy has been done blackened both her eyes another 4 or 5 times, the woman realizes that her line has been completely erased and she has grown accustomed to the thrashing’s she is now taking on a weekly basis, and would start to think something was off, if she wasn’t getting smacked.

Now we get to the justification. I realized a long time ago that most chicks want to fight with you (the fellas) just to test the strength of your emotional commitment to the relationship. A cat that is willing to argue it out for hours, at any point, for any reason, is the guy who “cares”. Or so it would seem. So, when you choose not to indulge a chick’s desire to test the strength of the relationship by fighting, she grows even more angered and annoyed and that’s when the physical abuse begins to take place.

In my estimation, approx. 70% of women that get their ass whooped by a dude, threw the first punch, slap, kick, whathaveyou. There is a pre existing tolerance level inherent in every man’s DNA code. Now this level will fluctuate from man to man, but ladies, understand, it does exist. For some it may be as simple as insulting his mother. For others it may be catchin’ a couple of slaps to the jaw. Luckily for me, in my career with the ladies, I have yet to be taken to my level, which would be drawing blood. If a bitch makes me bleed, she is getting shaken like a rag doll. If that doesn’t set her straight, other actions may be taken. It’s a very difficult task to feel out a situation and decide if homegirl learned her lesson from the shaking she just received, or if you are going to have to commit to taking it one step further.

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR, I DO NOT CONDONE THE HITTING OF WOMEN AS SPORT. BUT, FROM TIME TO TIME, DRASTIC ACTIONS REQUIRE DRASTIC REACTIONS.

I would assume that a lot of a chick’s crazy factor is based on her upbringing. And furthermore, the role her mother/father/nanny/siblings played in her life.

Now, I know a thing or two about a thing or two, and a few of those things I know are as follows:

- Privileged chicks (chicks with money) are typically wilder than normal middle class chicks. I think it’s the lack of work ethic that gives these hoes their false sense of entitlement. These are also the easiest birds to manipulate and get things from. 9 times out of 10 they have daddy issues, which means they are extremely self-conscious and are constantly seeking approval.

- Girls from large families tend to be more independent.

- The level of dependence a bird has on her man is a definite indicator of how crazy she secretly is.

- Once you put a ring on it, everything changes. The chick that was cool as fuck, always down to cool out with the homies, drink beers, do the laundry, give massages, and alladat, is the same chick that becomes THE FUCKING SOUP NAZI the moment the ring hits her finger. Now I’m not a scientist, but I am pretty sure there is/has been research done on the nervous system’s reaction between gold/platinum/or silver (for you broke cats) and the skin on a woman’s ring finger. And if there hasn’t, there damn well should be. Once that precious metal touches the skin, it sends an instant message of entitlement to the left side of the brain, and it becomes “you do the laundry, you do the dishes”. Bitch, I got married so I wouldn’t have to wash my own skidmarks ever again.

- If you cut the first night, that means basically every dude before you did too.

- Crazy mothers breed crazy daughters. Ten times out of ten, if a chicks mom is wild, said chick is going to wild(er).

- Black chicks go harder than white chicks.

- The harder you are on a chick, the harder she’ll fall.

- Once you hit a chick (and I’m talking about sex, slappin, punchin, etc.) you can ALWAYS hit her again.

- The chick that didn’t learn her lesson the first time, will perpetually push the boundaries you have set for them. Women are like toddlers in this sense. Moral of the story, this chick will never learn her lesson.

- The chick that doesn’t want to battle, cheats.

- The chick that cheats is always the easiest to be with, but never worth the time.

In summation, chicks are like children. They will always test you. They will always touch that hot oven after you’ve told them not to.

When you are lookin’ for wifey, your best bet is to consider all the wild behavior birds are capable of, and decide which of said mannerisms you would be willing to deal with repeatedly, for the duration of your marriage. I would say “til death do you part” but let’s face it, by the time you read this, the divorce rate will be higher than the unemployment/poverty rate combined (if its possible to have more than 100% of something, GO OBAMA. Yeah right). So, if you’re the type of cat that can handle the bird that always wants to fight, then understand, occasionally shit will get physical. If you want to control that hoe, go after the chick with daddy issues, but keep in mind, you will have to be comin extra correct with that luchi (that’s money for the white folks), otherwise that marriage will last about as long Ryan Leaf’s career. If you don’t get the joke, get up on your sports, or use google.

You get the point.

-Young Ollie the Scholar

Monday, February 9, 2009

2009 Grammy Review: RANT!

This just in, the grammy's fuckin suck. I could care less about which media darling takes home any award from any genre of music.

That said, I didn't watch the grammys. Call me crazy, but I recently acquired the first 3 seasons of LOST and I am flat out hooked. The shit is like crack, no games, no jokes.

There will be no pictures in this post.

Some things I guess are worth mentioning:

- Lil Wayne wins 3 grammy's this year (he had 8 nominations?).

- Kanye wins one grammy as a guest feature on that hideous "American Boy" joint.

- Robert Plant (Led Zeppelin) comes back from the dead (Mickey Rourke style) and cleans house. The guy did a duet with the queen of duets herself (Alison Kraus, whose voice I enjoy, but only when it is paired with a make counterpart) and together they won like 6 grammy's or something. Outrageous.

- Coldplay still sucks and is the most over-rated musical group since Blink-182.

- Blink-182 is back together?? Who the fuck cares?

- Al Green (the last surviving ultra smoove player from his era) showed up and let Mr. Funky white boy himself, Justin Timberlake get on a track with him.

BUT, OF ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED AT THIS YEARS GRAMMY'S, THE BIGGEST STORY GOES TO:

Chris Brown and Rihanna didn't show up to the grammy's because word on the street is that:

Chris Brown slapped the shit of out Princess Rihanna!

YES!!!!!

That is the best headline I've read in months.

In general, I am a fan of pimp-like behavior, and while 80% of the time I do not condone slappin these hoes, if there is any one bitch on this planet that needed a reality check, it was, you guessed it, Rihanna.

Straight the fuck up. Homegirl has been gettin out of pocket for months gettin wreckless tryna run Breezy's life.

Lets get this straight right now, I am not a fan of Chris Brown. AT ALL. But, the boy showed me somethin over the weekend when he decided that he has had enough of Rihanna playin that superstar role, frontin like her shit don't stink.

This sounds wrong, and the 2 female readers of this blog are prolly gonna get extra pissed, but sometimes a dumb female needs to be taken down a peg, and that is exactly what Mr. Brown did for Rihanna.

Yes I said "did FOR her". You already know what is going to come from this. The power couple are going to get more publicity (like they really need it), Rihanna is going to fall even harder for Chris Brown, who, in turn, will start really goin Ike Turner, lyin, cheatin, sneakin, and beatin all on the lows.

The female support for Rihanna will result in increased album sales, while the once pussified Chris Brown now all of a sudden has street cred.

Gentlemen, take my advice, if your hoe's gettin out of pocket, check her. That doesn't neccessarily mean you gotta hit the bitch niether. In fact, you can put a chick in her place by simply givin her a time out...

It works on children, why not the grown up version of a child, a.k.a. Females?

I'm just sayin...

Oh, and I heard the performances were mediocre at best. All the more reason I am glad that I didn't care enough to even set the DVR.

Get it right for 2009, prediction from Ollie...

Chris Brown/Rihanna blow up even bigger than before...

-Oliver Wrist

Friday, November 14, 2008

This is straight triflin'



According to a website I frequent, Bossip.com, This shit is completely real. Damn, I hope my chick doesnt see this and try to catch me cuttin on the sneaks...LOL.

Im lookin out for my boys (no homo).

-Ollie Turner

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Wild ass broad...

Holy smokes, this is unreal... no more set up, just watch...



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOL!

The breakdown:

There is so much good stuff going on here its hard to pick a place to start.

The good stuff starts when she just breaks mid-sentence into "Crank that Soulja Girl" and starts wild'n out on ol' girl.

When it gets to the "YOOOOOUUUUU" in the song, the homie chimes in and gives her some backup vocals...

"You owe everybody hea an apology hoe" hahaha, the hoe she is talkin to is easily 70+.

Ehhh, im not even gonna break it down any further, somebody already went ahead and added subtitles for the ebonically empaired folks out there...


Do not watch this with at work. This is the extended version and it gets realll violent towards the end...

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Yo, homie went straight Ike Turner on that hoe.

Im always here to give you the goods..

-Ollie

Monday, October 20, 2008

Who's icier than Ike Turner and Bobby Brown put together???



Thats right, DOLEMITE MOTHERFUCKER!!! sad to report that Rudolph Frank Moore better known as the ultra icey Dolemite passed away over the weekend.

Peep some of the great stuff Dolemite gave us back in the day: definitely click on all of these links, they are funny as hell!







LOL. I fuckin love me some Dolemite.. i dont think there has ever been an actor who used the word "Fuck" more often or as well as the late Rudolph Frank Moore.

R.I.P. homie.

-Ollie Dynamite

Friday, September 26, 2008

"The best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be"

Ok, so to say i was a wrestling fan in the early 90's is a complete and total understatement. I was reallllllllly into this shit. I went to like 10 different events over the course of my 4-5 year run with the WWF, not, mind you, NOT the WWE (Fuck is that about??)
With that said, I want to take a minute to let all you muhfucka's know what time it is, so go on with that ol' ultimate warrior, Hulk Hogan is the best bullshit...
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How can you front on the guy who coined the phrase "the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be"... I mean farildo, look at those glasses, that pink and black spandex joint, and the greatest finishing move ever, THE SHARPSHOOTER. Dood was bout it, no question, no flexin, but when his brother threw down a triple lindy (see Rodney Dangerfield in "Back To School") and plummeted to his death, Bret got tah steppin' quick. Bret, this sport thanks you for allowing your legions of fans to watch you fall off the face of the Earth and do as so many have done before you, Stay Broke!! I loved this cat when i was a kid, but when i got a little older i realized that while Bret was easily the best wrassler, he couldnt even fuck with mah dude the ravishing one, when it came to character.
Ravishing Rick Rude was the iceyist pimp to ever set foot in the squared circle. I mean, say that name outloud, the alliteration, the gangster ass twang, the hip swervin pimperish shit this muhfucka got away with just blew me away.
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I seem to remember this other cat that came on the scene years after ricky rude had bailed out to no doubt go home and get his ike turner (see: the definition of pimpin) on.. His name was Val Venus a.k.a. The Big Valbowski. This dude was just flat terrible, tryin to bite off a piece of the elements that made up the ravishing one, 2 rules, no snitchin', and no bitin'.
Tell em what you think ike...
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"Beeeeyyyyyiiiiiitttttttccccchhhh, get off dick and get on your own".

Don't let me forget about my man Ric Flair. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! When it comes to pimpin this fool is no slouch either, check the boa, that icey ass coat, and the leather skin, dudes face looks like a catcher's mit from 1936 (prolly around the time he was born) cause you know mah main man ricky is pushin 70, but still layin that pimp slap on a suckas chest (those that know, know my man aint no slouch) so you know this fool goes hard on his hoes, and i guarandamntee hes got a flock... hit em with that ice grill ric..
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Give me back wrasslin when that shit wasnt strictly a soap opera, back in my day, they used to really get on a muhfucka for gettin outta line...

Respek (Ali G voice)

-Allofher Wrist