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Men Who Wear Skinny Leg Pants Need To Burn In Hell

Posted in January 2010, Random with tags , , , , , , , on January 14, 2010 by B. Jones

I love men who keep up with fashion.  In fact I’ve been encouraging my boyfriend to  try this “retro” look that Cosmo magazine featured in one of their magazines (You know the look where the pants are a tad bit tighter and there’s the skinny tie?  Yeah I find that to be extremely sexy.)  Well, I remember when skinny leg pants came out for girls and I fell in love with them.  Then they came out for guys.  When they first emerged I only saw punk rock White guys sporting the look and I said to myself, “Those are some men that aren’t afraid of being fashionable.” Fast-forward to 2009 and the beginning of 2010 and I think that all these men need to burn in hell.  How could men ruin such a simple look that doesn’t need much altering?  Well easily of course!

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Sisqo’s Thong

Posted in January 2010, Random with tags , , , , , on January 8, 2010 by B. Jones

Please proceed with caution.  What you’re about to see may hurt your eyes! Continue reading

Advice To Tiger Woods: Marry A Black Woman!

Posted in December 2009, Random with tags , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2009 by B. Jones

Dear Tiger Woods,

I have expressed my undying love for you previously, and that hasn’t changed…completely.  As I sat down at the table with my Mom she informed me that you were up to mistress number 16.  Tiger, my dear, when did you find the time to sleep with all these women?  I mean honestly, between juggling a wife, two kids, and being the number 1 golfer in the world I just don’t understand.  To top it off I just don’t see how your wife didn’t notice a change in your attitude.  I know your world is slowly crashing down on you.  You’ve taken an indefinite break from golf, you’re losing endorsement deals left and right, and to top it you’re probably about to lose half of your multi-million dollar fortune.  So, because of all of these horrible things happening to you I have come up with a solution to your problem: Marry a Black woman. Now I know what you’re think, “A Black woman?  Why that’s just unimaginable.  What will the guys at the country club think about me?” Well my dear, what are they saying about you now?  They’re probably laughing and rejoicing at the fact that now they will have an opportunity to capture a win at the Masters this upcoming April (hopefully you’ll be back before then).

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Five Things I Prefer To Only Do With Men

Posted in December 2009, Random with tags , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2009 by B. Jones

While I was over at one of my favorite blogs Until I Get Married one particular blog caught my eye entitled, Five Things I Can Only Do With WomenSo while I was driving home for Christmas Break I started thinking of things that I prefer to do only with a male companion.  So here we go, 5 Things I Prefer To Do With Men:

1.) See a scary movie-I don’t like scary movie, so if and when I watch a scary movie be it my house or the theater a man better be sitting next to me.  No offense to my fellow females who can go and see a scary movie without screaming, but when that music comes on letting the audience know that something is about to go down I want to grab onto a man’s arm (I’d prefer for the man to have a nice bicep, but beggars can’t be choosy.)  Following the movie I’d like to  be asked if I were scared (although they already know I was) with me responding “No,” and resulting in some hands on flirting.

2.) Ask how a dress looks-Okay, this depends on where I’m going.  If I’m looking for a dress to wear to the pastor’s church anniversary I’ll ask my Mom or some other female.  If I’m looking for a dress to wear to the club a male will be my voice of reason.  The reason being is that females try to be too critical of clothing. “Oh girl, that red just doesn’t look right with your complexion” or “I wouldn’t really like it for myself, but…”  I don’t care if you like it for yourself, it’s my dress.  A guy on the other, a straight one, will give you the opinion you want. “That looks sexy on you” or “That looks like something my mom would wear.” If I’m going to the club I want sexy, I don’t want any man to look at me and get flashbacks of their mom. Continue reading

If You Are God’s Gift To The World, I Hope He Has A Good Return Policy

Posted in December 2009, Random with tags , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2009 by B. Jones

I love men.  I love Black men.  I love White men.  I love Mixed men.  I love tall men.  I love short men.  I love the intelligent ones.  I love the not so intelligent ones.  I love the mature ones.  I love tolerate the immature ones.  I love the grounded men.  I HATE men who think they’re God’s gift to the World. Continue reading

The Main Reason Why I Envy Gay Men

Posted in December 2009, Random with tags , on December 14, 2009 by B. Jones

Now that first one was working it then that one with the Spider Man underwear came on.  I need to hit these guys up to give me some Twerk 101 lessons because Lord knows my twerk skills are farrrrrrrrr from being on par.

Things I Wish I Had Done Before I Came to College

Posted in December 2009, Life, Random with tags , , , , , , , on December 12, 2009 by B. Jones

So it’s finals week at my university and even though I banned myself from Facebook until they’re over I’ve found other ways to procrastinate and that’s through this blog.  So here’s a list of this I wish I’d done back in the day when my education was free and Daddy was paying for the gas to go in my car.

  1. Tried out to be a dancing girl-I love to dance behind closed doors, but I refuse to dance in front of most people.  Now at my school the dancing girls were the s**t and everyone knew that if you were one of them you were high school royalty.  I could have had a plethora of men lined up back then.  Oh well *Kayne shrug*
  2. Taken my acne medication religiously-I had HORRIBLE skin growing up and I still have the scars to prove it.  From about 7th grade to 11th grade my face looked like a nest of bees had went on the attack.  My Mom took me to the dermatologist numerous times.  The first one I went to gave me all this stuff that dried the hell out of my skin causing even more outbreaks.  The next one helped me by giving me medication through the form of pills which helped my skin so much, but the problem that happened was I got the big head and stopped taking those pills.  Which leads me to my next point… Continue reading