<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598</id><updated>2012-01-11T15:59:08.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily 100</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-4675025368381213798</id><published>2012-01-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:07:59.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Volume 1</title><content type='html'>So this is something new I'm doing for my blog...Atl by far got the craziest people in the world that rides the train...no lie something crazy is always going on...so I ot my lil photography going on now...and well lets fucking get it to it shit!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wy3WJ7zUI-4/Tw0TN_HEkmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j3SoB9pLHQ8/s400/IMG_20120109_200936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696230234693866082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what we have here people...WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON HERE HEAD!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawty I just dont know...this bitch went and got a pitch fork and covered it in a 2 dollar yaki.....what is this !!!??? The sears tower of lacefronts ??? OMG OMG  look at the sides bruh....I know right...WHAT SIDES!!?? Man this bitch rocking a bald fade pone tail...aint never seen a bowl cut mixed with an up do...Oh ok, I see what happened to shawty sides...while she was struggling to put that Haitian refugee weave in a pony tail..her sides disintegrated..leaving her with 3rd degree welfare burns....Bitch looking like Blade after he missed a few barbershop trips..Billy Blanks with a matted up durag looking ass bitch...I bet this bitch hair smell like foodstamps, and W2 tax returns...I know it do got dammit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck it let me get her ass out of here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head lookin like a dirty shank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head lookin like a rusty kitchen knife set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head look like the Eiffel Tower covered in walrus booboo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head look like a used rooster uterus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head looking like she use commode seat crud for weave glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head looking like a flat head screw driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch head look like a muddy weed wacker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sides looking like an African kids stomach.....empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sides is vacant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sides was plagued with an STD... S.ideless T.o D.eath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sides look like a naked welcome mat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sides so lil, she get her split ends cut with a toe nail clipper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch gotta use Wd40 and motor oil just to grease that nappy ass scalp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bitch sold her sides for a nickel bag of pickle juice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch hair so nappy she comb that shit with a stapler gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch Scalp so bald she use paper clips to hold her weave shank at the top of her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch hair so nappy her eyes turn blood shot red every time she combs it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch hair so nappy kittens use that shit as scratching post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch hair so nappy she get her edges laid down with gorilla glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man my dick so flaccid right now bruh looking at this woman...I'm out... enjoy...more to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-4675025368381213798?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/4675025368381213798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2012/01/train-volume-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/4675025368381213798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/4675025368381213798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2012/01/train-volume-1.html' title='The Train Volume 1'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wy3WJ7zUI-4/Tw0TN_HEkmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j3SoB9pLHQ8/s72-c/IMG_20120109_200936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-2030225366179590760</id><published>2012-01-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:04:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE LIST</title><content type='html'>Now listen..yall know I dont have the best of luck with women...reason why ? I DONT FUCKING KNOW...if I knew...my lonely ass would have a GF by now and she would last more than a GOT DAMN YEAR!!!! but yeah back on subject...let me break this down to yall about me...women!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   What I Want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yall call me picky, stuck up, shallow or whatever the holy hell you birds want to...but listen..I dont talk to ugly dusty feet looking scabs..straight up I refuse to be that one bum nigga in the mall trailing behind that Raspushia costume wearing bitch...naw not even hoe...yall aint trapping me! a young PimpAsaures like me need something fine, something soft, something with a big ass and lickable (yeah I know that aint a word..so fuck you) thighs got dammit..and if that aint clear enough for ya...well I made a list for you hoes..here it go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               The List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you got 800 smiling faces in your thighs from all them thigh dimples...bitch..your ass is out of here..I weigh 155 and peaking at 6 feet....bitch I have no business with you and all 20 of your love handles.what uma do with 40 asses and 20 titties ??? Look if we in the shower and I gotta wash back titties...YOU GOTTA GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you look like ya pussy stank...bitch..YOUR TART ASS IS OUT OF HERE.and let me tell you..ain never been wrong about a bitch pussy smelling like public transportation and section 8 housing...you got me all fucked up...you think I'm bout to eat your kitty litter..HA!!!!!!...what you thought you could put some Ax spray down there and I wouldnt smell it...naw...and I bet you have on leggings...out here smelling like goodwill and crackhouse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I can smell your hot ass douche bag breath after you tried to shield it behind bubble gum lip gloss...your ass is out of here...fuck you think I like to smell bubblelicious and ass...fuck no...stank breath skank..a nigga will kiss you and taste vomit flavored fruit roll ups...if ya breath stank ya pussy stank...and you know YOUR ASS IS OUT OF HERE..breath tasting like fruit snacks and poverty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You got that one crusty ass pinky toe with the toe nail looking like run down cheap carpet...your dusty feet ass is out of here...bitch got a frosted flake on her toe nail tolmbout fresh Pedicure...bitch plahhhhhseeeeeeeeee...bitches be getting pedicures by a plummer these days....toes all dingy and black looking like you house roaches inside them...YEAH YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If your pony tail is the size of a tshirt tag....YOUR ASS IS OUT OF HERE..bitch you might as well get a durag, brush, and some sports waves grease..bald head ass...hoe pone tail looking like rabbit foot key chain...bitch you aint bringing no good luck to me look like a recovering cancer patient...bitch  dont even use rubber bands....she use that wrapper that comes on a loaf of bread lmaoooooooooooooooo....shawty be so bald headed the first time she tried to put that thin ass hair in a pone tail she had to get stitches on her hairline....shawty hair so damn lil and poor when she get it in a pone tail her face cant move...bitch be having a botox effect...If ya eyebrows came off because you had to force that lil ass hair in a pone tail...YOUR ASS IS OUT OF HERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you got a huge gap in your mouth (now look I know I gotta gap...but um sexy so fuck up) bitch your ass is out of here...I dont play that spatula mouth shit AKA gapula...if I you can suck my dick through your gap...hoe we aint compatible...mondo gap looking scab..ol got damn behind my lips its a secret door called a GAP looking ass bitch...bitch dont eem open here mouth to breath bruh...she sucking air in through her gap.. Michael Strahan looking hoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. No ass=your pussy stank and you gotta getcho ass up out of here...what I look like using your bare back ass as a foot stool...bitch ass be so flat she need handle bars to hold her underwear up...bitch ass so flat her thongs got handicap stickers in them...bitch ass be so flat niggas buy her tall tees because they consider her ass apart of her back...bitch ass so flat niggas was boogy boarding on it during the freaknik 98...bitch ass so flat when she sit down on the sofa she slides on the floor..bitch ass so flat nigga gotta put on 3d glasses when he hit from the back..Ass like these new bag of potato chips....all air and half empty...flat screen booty having scab...is LCD or LED...which one ? bitch I need HDMI cables to even see that ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If you built like a jar of playdough...BITCH YOUR ASS IS OUT OF HERE...who you think I am...fucking Picasso ? I cant fix you..no way in hell...looking like the fucking blob...if your stomach spilling over your belt...aye...getcho ass out of here bitch stomach spilling over like a cup filled to the brim...muffin top ass how your body look like a mushroom...bitch torso look like an open umbrella..ain got time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. You got nappy ass hair....Your ass is out of here...if you can cause a drive by shooting by combing your hair..bitch you need to be dead...dont try to cover it up with one of those citi trends lace front...I have no time to look at your zip on hairline..hairline looking like a starter jacket...bitch hair look like a freshly opened shamwow...Shawty try to wash her hair and end up with a million paper cuts on her hands...blood running down her face and shit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. no hoodrats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That basically sums it up...so if you fall in any of those numbers on this list...well YOUR ASS IS OUT OF HERE..and I dont care about any of yall being mad at my list either...cause yall ugly..and um aint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. GOD PLEASE SEND ME A YOUNG HOT THANG FA DA 2012...even Keef get lonely...if you dont...you know where um at nigga..plotting on yo ass and the Virgin Mary with Lucifer..we will run a train on her nigga if you dont answer my prayers...Pleigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY READERS...AND RIP TO MY AUNT....WE'RE GOING TO MISS YOU DOWN HERE..THESE FEW WEEKS BEEN ROUGH ON MY FATHER AND ME..TAKE CARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-2030225366179590760?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/2030225366179590760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-your-ass-out-of-here-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2030225366179590760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2030225366179590760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-your-ass-out-of-here-list.html' title='THE GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE LIST'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6328937729118978805</id><published>2011-11-25T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:28:29.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Awkward Moment of Silence</title><content type='html'>Ok yall....here we go..lets get something out of the way! Now for those of you that's been here from the jump...since the got damn beginning..KNOW!!!! When I post a blog about my sex life...the shit never goes smooth...welllllllllll of course I'm back with a new story, well its not new shit happened back in 2009 but still this my first time telling it so shut the fuck up bitch and listen...OH what ? You not gone listen ? Well fuck you and ya stank ass mama..bih be coming outside with that lil ass pone tail at the top of her head cause sheen got enough hair in the back to reach the front...hoe head looking like a broken convertible top...bih done gelled the back of her hair all night looking like bo slick and Harriet Tubman...back of the hoe head ashy hard and crusty, like Nigerian feet...bitch I know you...you the lil long fruit roll up titty having hoe that was trying to be candy lady for a day and ended up giving away all ya candy for nickel bags of crack scrapings....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I see i got distracted lol...back to the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    The Web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So yeah, I had just got back to Atlanta and out of a relationship..so of course I'm back on my Lion Boy SHIT! I'm looking for a bitch I can dump dis dick off in ya know trying to get my lap wet with a few lonely raindrops...my car was out of commission so I couldn't roam the jungles of Atlanta like I wanted to...sooooo I go to this old ass website ( yes a website...real players know...when youre not mobile you hit them internet streets and Google the pussy)..TAGGED.COM! Yall know that website was the shit in high school, IDK why I went on this specific website but I did...so I see this Jamaican chick with this bad ass body....no lie shawty was like Keish from belly...had me like 0_0......so I hit her with go to Niketalk Myspace line "can I borrow you" lmaoooooooo yall know that shit worked like a charm..I got the digits and everything...I hit shawty up ASAP...we chop it up....of course I invite her over the next day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          THE CRIB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Shawty catch the bus to my house....she get off and she got on these damn black leggings walking all stank and bowlegged ...thighs and ass flying ehwhere..I swear to god...In my mind I'm like..."God You know im bout to TEAR THIS CURRY CHICKEN  ASS UP!!!!!!! GIVE ME THE STRENGTH OF 1000000 GOLIATHS...I SWEAR IM FUCK THE RASTA OUT THIS HOE", we make it back to my crib and I put a movie on and shit....I forget what it was, I mean I wasnt paying attention no way...hell she didnt even sit down on the couch, she put all of that hamhock ass in my lap....my face is like this -----&amp;gt; ^_^ lmao...yall got to understand...I was in a slump after My ex and I had broke up...I wasnt chasing any YAMPS just chilling and being miserable..so of course I wasnt getting any pussy...my dick was dry as them hoes asses who don't put lotion on their butt crack during the winter...hoe ass crack be so dry she gotta get a metal foot scrubber to get the dirty ashy ass flakes off her butt...but yeah...I was horny as hell...and my dick was ready to put that broads walls into ICU( INTENSIVE COOCHIE UNIT)...so I say fuck this movie lets go to my room...she like cool...hell before I got to the room that broad was giving me the sloppiest blow occupation I ever had dawg....spit flying ehwhere...I mean this yamp was good...look if I had been uncircumcised she would sucked the extra meat off and it would've been a pleasant circumcision...so after like 10 minutes...I'm like strip..I'm ready to pound her....I'm looking like a LION BOY...I done stripped ass naked...just so my clothes wouldnt hinder my agile speed and power in my stroke...I tie my hair back AKA MY LION BOY MANE.....and I'm ready to FUCK!....So she strips naked and say "Fuck me from the back"...I'm like "bitch what you think I was going to do in the first place ? fuck you face to face ?" ...So she turns over and get into that real doggy style position...FELLAS YALL KNOW WHAT IM SAYING!!!!!!!! Face down Pussy and ass up type shit...not like how them ol weak ass hoes be...you know putting that hump in they back being scary...bitches be in the Quasimodo position looking like retards...tombout doggy style...yeah right scab...you look like you got scoliosis...bitch is yo spine crooked ? Assume the damn position then you got damn hunchback. But yeah so she's ready...I put that magnum on...and its on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           WHAT IN DA DAMN HELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I'm thinking I'm about to slide this crooked pussy burglar inside this hoe with ease...yeahhhhh righttttttttt!!!!!!!!! I got maybe half of my head in, and she started running up the damn headboard...I'm like what the hell is wrong...shes like "NO THAT SHIT HURTS LIKE HELL...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR DICK?"...I'm like whats wrong with your pussy ? She like "No something is really wrong with your dick...its too big for me...and is it curves..no..we cant do this" I'm like...Mi dick is not to big...your pussy is too small dammit......so she says holup...give her a few minutes...I'm  like cool....so I'm laying in my bed ass naked...looking at my dick go from super erect....to flaccid as fuck....5 minutes pass by...10 minutes pass by...15 minutes pass by..20 minutes pass by...I'm raging mad...so I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY...GET THE FUCK UP...AND GET THE FUCK OUT...FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS A REST STOP FOR COOCHIE ? A FUCKING SHELTERED FOR BATTERED AND ABUSED UTERUS..YOU DONE LOST YOUR MIND TRYING ME LIKE A FUCKING LAME..GETCHO BLACK ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE...AND I BETTER NO EVER SEE YA ASS ON THIS STREET AGAIN....GOOD LUCK WALKING DOWN THE STREET BY YOURSELF HOE..BEEF PATTY ASS BITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know I was harsh....but damn yall...I was just coming out of a very emotional relationship...I wanted some pussy and I wanted right then and there...ya know...I actually seen shawty last year on the bus...she couldn't even look me in the eye lmao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of this story is...well... don't be so tighten up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6328937729118978805?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6328937729118978805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-awkward-moment-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6328937729118978805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6328937729118978805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-awkward-moment-of-silence.html' title='That Awkward Moment of Silence'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-3010762304899637506</id><published>2011-11-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:15:48.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP CHRIS THOMPSON AKA @CHRISIN2D The Guy I never Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-st3SyMqm-KA/TtOzrUX6TiI/AAAAAAAAADE/P-Jn7LLWwYA/s1600/387730_10150474982508993_758273992_10435389_148376491_a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-st3SyMqm-KA/TtOzrUX6TiI/AAAAAAAAADE/P-Jn7LLWwYA/s400/387730_10150474982508993_758273992_10435389_148376491_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680081111829073442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Today I woke up, showered, brushed my teeth and put on my work clothes just like everyone else did, I wasn't expected much from this day, hell I wanted this day to go by fast as possible so I could be with my family on Thursday. I wasn't even planning on logging on twitter to be honest, don't know why but I wasn't...I did anyway and unfortunately I had to find out about losing a close follower, NT fam Chris Thompson better known as @ChrisIn2D on twitter...never in million years if someone would have told me that I would care and be hurt about a guy I never met, you know that's just how I function...I separate my feelings from people I don't know...but with Chris of course it was different, been knowing the guy since 09 and since then Him and I have had a lot of conversations on life....shared a lot of things in common. I guess when you can connect with people on that level you don't have to see them in the physical form to know they're good people, or friend worthy...I was at work when Amp broke the news, I was shocked at how hard it hit me...I just went to the bathroom and just sat there until my shift was over...because I couldn't believe it....I'm no stranger to death, I experience it yearly with my childhood friends...I tell people all the time when subject of "Death" comes up that I should have been dead a minute ago, just off the strength of what my past is....but you know every time it comes around its like a new experience to me...I guess its because I'm 22 and everyone around me is the same age also...it just doesn't seem right for us to die at this age, what have we accomplished at 20, 21, 22 ?I guess its just the things I know the ones we lost like Chris wont have the chance to experience...Kids, meeting that special woman, getting old and watching your kids have kids... that's what hurts the most...I'm not going to turn this into a novel tho...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO......RIP Chris...sad to know you and I will never have a conversation again, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it down to Florida in time and chop it up with you like we planned for so long....RIP...its love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also AMP hold your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-3010762304899637506?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/3010762304899637506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/rip-chris-thompson-aka-chrisin2d-guy-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3010762304899637506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3010762304899637506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/rip-chris-thompson-aka-chrisin2d-guy-i.html' title='RIP CHRIS THOMPSON AKA @CHRISIN2D The Guy I never Met'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-st3SyMqm-KA/TtOzrUX6TiI/AAAAAAAAADE/P-Jn7LLWwYA/s72-c/387730_10150474982508993_758273992_10435389_148376491_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-5452843844455921275</id><published>2011-11-16T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:48:28.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT ONE TIME IN 6TH GRADE</title><content type='html'>First off...Yall hoes better stop rushing me and my damn stories before somebody get they damn uterus slept  in by a big crooked ass cock!...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondaly shoutout to Paul D. West Middle School...Off in that East Point, whats hannin cuh cuh...folk folk...whats hannin lil Poont Rock...lil Pickle Head...lil Jug Mouth...lil Toe nail clipper...yeah whats hannin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I dont know what the hell I was talking about in that sentence above this, I dont even know who I was shouting out, but yeah lets get on with this story yall lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HISTORY!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this story is about this fuck boi Joshua Smith and the fight we had in Ms. Shan homeroom class at paul d. west, but before I get into all that lets do a background check on this hoe nigga. Now Josh and I go back to elementary, Conley Hills elementary to be exact...this guy was the biggest weakest kid in school..fucking care bear ass nigga...straight up, bruh couldve been "Bitch Bear" if you touched this bum he would start crying like a hoe on her period that left her tampons..now she gotta be all bloody for a whole damn week, because her stupid ass went on a camping trip, but yeah back to the fuck boi matter at hand, dude was heart was fucking flaccid, church going, band geek drumline hoe nigga...shawty was soft as  freshly made Easter peeps...history lesson done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    Interlude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now look I always been skinny, always...but listen here BITCH! My dick been big, and been crooked and ready fuck since the age of four...Now I know yall like what does this have to do with the story Keith...Shut up cunt slabs and let me tell you. I was born with all these weapons for the hoes because my Father KEITH CHANDLER SR! WAS A FUCKING THOROUGH ASS NIGGA...meaning bitch blood dont pump here...he took up boxing since he was a kid...so of course he taught me how to square up and bless niggas with THAWHAW power and anger. That means dont try me..I will knock you the hell out, then occupy your hoe, mother, sister, aunts, hell even ya dead grandma uterus and make them hoes come alive again. My point is when it comes to actually throwing hands, size dont matter...but brains do...let the story begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                Homeroom Open Chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So its 8am class havent started yet, teacher aint made it in yet with her fat stank breath, wet armpit having ass, but yeah we in this classroom horsing around and shit like young gangstas do! So my Patna dem toine suggest we play open chest, I'm like hell yeah nigga lets go ain no fuck boi lets play. So I'm walk around class with my chest covered and shit looking for a fool to punch and I see this bum nigga josh slipping...I hit that nigga like 4 times in his power ranger puddy ass chest, I knew that nigga was hurt lol...I caught him off guard and shit..pie ass clown shouldve had his eyes open, now my chest is covered so the rules are you cant hit a person if their chest is covered by their arms..........WELL this asshole hauls off and hits me in the jaw lmaooooooo man I had braids back then too, but on this day I had an afro out..man this nigga knocked the 60's and the 70's out my ass.....I swear to go every got damn thing slowed down in an instant..bruh I had a got damn epiphany..I had a whole damn conversation with myself..it went like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith: Shawty that care bear ass nigga just rocked you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keef: Yeah I know dumb ass...I can feel the blood in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith: You know the whole classroom is watching right ? All da hoez just saw you get bombed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keef: Nigga I know that shit already can you say something useful..some shit thats going to help me in this situation smart ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith: Sure...that big ass nigga just cocked his fist back again, he's about to hit you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see this faggot is about to hit me again with his slow swinging ass..but I push him back to break the swing....I blacked out after that I was so fucking angry....I started to punish thiat oversized slow fuck... eventually I punch his up against a wall, this bastard had no where to go..but then the oddest thing happened...it was like he gave up..like he knew hew was getting thrashed..so what he did was he expose himself to my fist and walked to a desk (note I'm still fighting this idiot, I'm literally right behind him following him punching him in the head) this lil bitch sits down on his pussy at the desk...and covers his head....did you think that stopped me from beating his ass? NO....I STOOD RIGHT FUCKING THERE AND POUNDED ON HIS FUCKING HEAD WITH THAWHAWS FOR MINUTES..UNTIL MY FUCKING HANDS WERE BUSTED. Everyone in the class knew the fight was over...matter of fact they thought it was out of hand....I dont know who came and got me off that bitch, but I ended up in my seat...surrounded by 3 other kids until Ms. Shan hungry hippo looking ass came back in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Ms. Shan comes in the room, and everyone runs back to their seats.....I'm calm...shit I feel good, I done whooped this ol good guy looking nigga ass and I got away with it...I git the most devilish grin on my face...because this big ass cow in front of the classroom dont know what happen. WELP!!!!!!!!!! That shit didnt last long...guess what dumb ass get up in the middle of homeroom announcements and comes to my desk..GUESS WHO...JUST GUESS!!!!.....This dickhead Josh...This bitch nigga in front of me crying and shit with blood and boogers sliding down his face...looking like one of them snitching faggots on the first 48...FUCK IT DEN! I jump up...I'm like MOTHAFUCKA!!!! I swing on him lol...but the shit was broken up before it could even start again. I got in trouble...assholes gave me 5 days suspension..my mom found out I was barely passing and made me cut my hair and shit -_______________- had ehbody calling me PEANUT HEAD KEEF!..Yeah I won, but I still took an L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So yeah the morale of this story is...if you one of these drumline band geek, bible carrying assholes....DONT TRY ME WITH THE FUCKBOISM, you not getting any strikes off me bitch...I'm not the pope, I'm not the pastor, bitch I damn sure aint a priest because I dont like lil boys, and bitch I sure as hell aint a monk because I love pussy and xbox too much....bitch I'll baptize you in fist of fucking thawhaw fury...stay in your place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-5452843844455921275?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/5452843844455921275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-one-time-in-6th-grade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/5452843844455921275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/5452843844455921275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-one-time-in-6th-grade.html' title='THAT ONE TIME IN 6TH GRADE'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6846466163034619703</id><published>2011-10-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:18:07.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY FEUD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; yeah I have been gone from this blog for a long time, but I'm back now and I promise I will update more often...but yeah back to business bitches!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         The Family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fued&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 So yeah man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know how it is in the hood, your punk ass walking down street one day and BOOM! A fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt; run up on you with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;THAWHAWS&lt;/span&gt; now you on the ground bleeding like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; hoe...crying because you got ya weak ass knocked out... because you thought this was Mr. Rogers neighborhood..pussy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; your head was in the clouds and you was chewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bubblicious&lt;/span&gt; like a faggot, and some random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GoonAHolic&lt;/span&gt; splatted yo pussy ass to the concrete...yeah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; let me stop its not like that, but this story I'm about to tell you is some what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;simliar&lt;/span&gt;...I'm lying my ass this story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; got shit to do with that little scenario I just nutted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; brain..but here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;She Bust Her Ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So its a normal day out here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CreekSide&lt;/span&gt; Apartments I'm walking around the hood and what do you know....I stumble upon two scab hoes arguing of some shit that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; matter...one of the girls was name Maddy...she was so fucking bald headed man...and skinny with these cigarette burn mark spots running up here legs...hoe had the nerve to wear some daisy dukes that day...Bitch was looking like a cheap ass metro phone wrapped in one of them cheap ass designer phone cases. The other scab was this broad name Shy...man her skin was so fucking black and crunchy...good god she was ugly..this hoe fingers and mouth was always red from eating flaming hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt;...bitch looked like Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Popo&lt;/span&gt; with red lipstick on...I mean this broad looked like Wanda from in loving color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These two abominations are sitting up here arguing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, I'm instigating my ass off of course because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what a young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;CapoSaures&lt;/span&gt; do! But yeah so the black dirt bag shy is popping off on that rancid Maddy broad, and all of a sudden this dumb ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BIH&lt;/span&gt; Shy slips and fall in some mud..I mean she was already 3rd world country black, but now she was looking like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doodoo&lt;/span&gt; baby. Maddy and I was dying laughing straight up...Shy was so hurt, she looked like a lost puppy for a quick second. So Shy gets mad of course and like all females do when they are mad, she set a bitch calling record on Maddy ass...I never heard that many variations of the word bitch! For real people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lyin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lyin&lt;/span&gt; " Bald headed &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;, green pussy &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;, yo mama a hoe &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;, section8 &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;!", people as we say today...Shit was getting REAL!!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt; Shy cussed Maddy ass out all the way to here apartment..ya know these 2 dumb infected hoes stayed in the same apartment building from each other...yeah I know right...stupid! So they arguing and shit and by this time the parents and siblings come outside, now I'm thinking these 2 welfare families are going to work it out...yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;aight&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; the mamas get to fighting..&lt;b&gt;old rocking chair titties flying eh where&lt;/b&gt; and shit..it was crazy...you got &lt;b&gt;Maddy fighting Shy..titties eh where&lt;/b&gt;...Shy brother Jimmy done jumped in and start whooping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Maddys&lt;/span&gt; mama (Shy Mama stopped fighting and just watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;eldery&lt;/span&gt; getting they ass whooped eh where&lt;/b&gt;,  Shy Deaf brother Tony fighting Maddy's older sister..&lt;b&gt;another bald headed bitch getting her ass whooped eh where&lt;/b&gt;...I think her name was Gloria...I cant remember, but she was a bald headed black bitch too..matter of fact all them hoes bald headed and black...but yeah shy was dragging Maddy ass across the concrete by that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; thin ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ponetail&lt;/span&gt; she called a pony tail...Jimmy was putting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;thahaws&lt;/span&gt; on Maddy mama..she really was getting that ass beat...every time she swung at Jimmy one of them fanny pack xerox tits popped out, then she would fall....it was like watching King Kong fight those fighter pilots on top of the building only to fall to his death..that bitch fell to her death at least 4 times....Some how in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hoodrat&lt;/span&gt; battle royal Gloria gets a chain..a bicycle chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;lmaoooooo&lt;/span&gt;...and starts beating Tony over the head with it...&lt;b&gt;deaf retards getting they ass whooped eh where!!!&lt;/b&gt;...this guy Tony cant speak so when he yells it sounds like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;BAW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;BAW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;BAW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;GABA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;GABA&lt;/span&gt; BA BA BA" yeah I was dying laughing as I typed that...but yeah she was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt; with the chain, until Shy jumped in and and pulled all of that bald headed hoe sides off...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lyin&lt;/span&gt;..bitch was looking like a poor ass bob the builder after that shit. Someone called the cops well after a good 5 minutes of seeing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;PPV&lt;/span&gt; type fight they call the cops...cops show up...and arrest all they black ass....hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; even know the cops brought that many handcuffs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson here is...if you black, bald head and on section 8....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; slip up in the mud, because you just might fight an army of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;mafuckas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6846466163034619703?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6846466163034619703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-feud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6846466163034619703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6846466163034619703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-feud.html' title='FAMILY FEUD!'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6917051081530500186</id><published>2011-04-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:20:50.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jones Scripture: #2 Beat Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah Sweet just got his haircut and shit and he feels like putting you unblessed niggas on game this Sunday...Today Sweet will tell you how to make these hoes be all they can be...you dig me playa. Pay attention and learn some pimp shit on how to beat these hoes asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Keep that back hand ready at all times you never know when a bitch might roll her eyes, as soon as she do you roll your fucking hand across that bitches mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. If a bitch smack her lips....you grab both lips with one hand.... Jackie Chan chop that hoe in the mouth with the other hand, and if she keep smacking her damn lips grab the bitches nose and mouth till she turn blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Never and sweet means never hit your lightskin hoes in the face...bitches will look like papa smurf if you do....get a timbo boot and step on the hoe feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Back talk, let the hoe talk...take her for a ride to the countriest middle of no where piece of shit land you can find...leave the hoe...make her walk...and she better walk the whole damn way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Last but not least....drastic times calls for drastic measures...bitch aint making no money, bitch dont want to listen, bitch talking back, bitch trying to be the boss....BEAT THAT FUCKING HOE ASS WITH BUNDLE OF CLOTHES HANGERS....it works, never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6917051081530500186?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6917051081530500186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-jones-scripture-2-beat-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6917051081530500186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6917051081530500186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-jones-scripture-2-beat-em.html' title='Sweet Jones Scripture: #2 Beat Em'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-85895440094389483</id><published>2011-03-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:09:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jones Scripture:Entry # 1 The introduction of Sweet Jones</title><content type='html'>Now I know some of you niggas, hoes, bitches is like who is Sweet Jones, well let Sweet Tell you who he is...Sweet aint a regular nigga...&lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt;...see Sweet is a rare breed of pimpin blessed nigga. You see when Sweet Jones was teleported out of the virgin Marry womb(YEAH BITCH TELEPORTED SWEET AINT WANT THAT PUSSY SLIME ON HIS NEW BABY SKIN), bitches got on they knees and kissed Sweet Jones baby penis crowning him the greatest of all time when it came to this pimp shit bitch. From that day forward sweet didn't do regular thangs &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt;..you see when Sweet drink his orange juice that fucking orange is fresh and ain tombout grocery store fresh &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt; that fucking orange was grew from the ground that morning specifically for Sweet Jones...you see bitch mother nature is one of Sweet Jones bitches, thats why Sweet Jones hoes don't have periods or cramps &lt;b&gt;Naw NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt; they pussy stay smelling like the finest of new born baby pussy. Sweet don't fucking drive either &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt; Sweet get picked up by every toe on his feet by 30 doves and is flew to his destination...And sweet Jones definitely don't talk when he mad Naw not fucking even hoe...Sweet Jones bitches know to use sign language when Sweet ears don't want to hear that shit....Sweet jones get his nails and toe nails cleaned and cut every week and his hoes keep them clippings...because sweet jones finger and toe nails are made out of gold and platinum..know what um tombout bitch! Sweet Hair is washed in the finest of pussy oils, sweet clothes are made from the finest of slave children, sweet bitches don't watch tv or sleep in his room..Sweet bitches sleep on cots in the fucking kitchen where they belong, and hoes don't throw away Sweet Jones condoms &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt;...they use Sweet Jones blessed golden nuts as toothpaste.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you know a little bit about Sweet Jones and how extravagant he is...Sweet will be teaching sorry ass foolish hoes and niggas the fucking game...so be prepared to learn naw you wont ever be Sweet Jones &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE &lt;/b&gt;because hes perfect...but sweet will help limit your sorry ass human pathetic mistakes...and don't question Sweet Jones &lt;b&gt;NAW NOT EVEN HOE&lt;/b&gt; Sweet Jones is 20000000000000000 years old so bitch um smarter than you...and sweet is out like that bitch CHURCH HOL UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-85895440094389483?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/85895440094389483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-jones-scriptureentry-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/85895440094389483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/85895440094389483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-jones-scriptureentry-1.html' title='Sweet Jones Scripture:Entry # 1 The introduction of Sweet Jones'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6149466132295907738</id><published>2011-01-15T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:18:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Deuce ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; people, we all know back in school how taking a shit was a no go...like it was something you just didn't do, the embarrassment of getting caught was terrifying. We use to throw wet toilet paper on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; who was taking a shit,  and we knew who you was by your sneakers so there wasn't any of that lying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tombout&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't you...me personally I use to take my shoes off and turn them backwards that way it look like I was taking a piss rather than a shit.....it worked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah I'm going to go down a list of some of the funniest weirdest shit I have seen in a school bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; d. west, 6 grade, Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shan&lt;/span&gt; class, bathroom break.......before I even make it the bathroom the hallway is smelling like fecal juice....like my nose was Harlem shaking all over the place...but still I had to pee so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care. So I walk in the bathroom, but as soon as I walk in everyone is running out laughing...so I'm like what the fuck is so funny, I walk in get smack with scent of a stripper booty clapping with fresh shit in her ass.....THE SHIT WAS RIGHT ON THE SINK...and it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; all in the sink it was in a neat spot curled up on the sink...like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; just got his ass on the sink and had an elegant shit....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; shitted a perfect sand castle on the sink....I died laughing that day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was the principal of an elementary school I went to, this guy was a fucking weirdo white dude....any who...I'm going to the bathroom to take a piss and blow my nose. So I take the piss and now I'm going from stall to stall looking for tissue..I get to the last stall...the door is wide open...this dude Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shaw&lt;/span&gt; is in the stall damn near butt ass naked taking a shit.....I got the hell outta there quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Elkins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pointe&lt;/span&gt; middle school...we had a road game at that shitty ass school...we had about 30 minutes till game time...of course I had to shit...so I tell the captain I gotta shit....he look at me like..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; (LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; we called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jew&lt;/span&gt;)  I been had the shit since we got off the bus"...so I'm like "fuck it we got 30 minutes I'm bout go drop these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt;" he like fuck it lets go....somehow the whole team ended up going to the bathroom figures...you tell one person you gotta shit, and everyone else got to shit or piss..or do both...so we get in this bathroom and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have a roof &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lmaoooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; the fucking bathroom was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;droptop&lt;/span&gt; convertible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; in this bitch laughing loud as hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt;....some of the toilets or as I would say commodes were broke...like no lie they was broke into pieces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lmaooo&lt;/span&gt; how the fuck your toilets leaning on the floor...but still I had to shit of course I couldn't sit down because the toilet was broke..so I just stretch out my hands till they touch both walls and stood up and took a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;creekside&lt;/span&gt; apartments....we out here running around throwing rocks at each other (the hell you expect its the ghetto) on a hot summer day...now the rocks we were throwing were actually pieces of the parking lot..my cousin Jo is throwing white rocks,unlike everyone else who rocks are black...so I'm like where is he getting these white rocks from...I start looking on the ground, when I realized this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; was throwing dried up dog shit at people...so I just Yell out "AYE THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; THROWING DOG SHIT"...I swear everyone stopped what they was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; Jo is like "Its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;doodoo&lt;/span&gt; its rocks" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt; and continues to throws dog shit at people...I ran in the house like a hoe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; getting hit by dog shit man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats that on your back ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul D west once again 6 grade...we had just got in from PE so we changing out our clothes and shit, when we get done we sit in the gym till the buses come...of course this was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, and like always Friday=crazy shit. So I'm chilling paying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pokemon&lt;/span&gt; yellow like bosses do and shit, the buses get called and you know its a scramble to get out of the gym, but before I just ran up out the gym I noticed something smelled like dog shit....so I'm searching, I need to know where this dog shit is located at so I wont step in this dog shit...man I get down the bleachers and I see Ashley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Uglass&lt;/span&gt; with dog shit all up and down her back, like someone just grabbed a dog ass and scrubbed it up and down her back...I told every damn body just how like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ezell&lt;/span&gt; told everybody that smokey was taking a shit.."AYE EVERYBODY, ASHLEY GOT DOG SHIT ALL ON HER BACK" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;LMAOO&lt;/span&gt; we all was in there dying laughing...Ashley standing there jumping up and down crying...smell like dog shit and white folks hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Coen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I hate to bring this one up since coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Coen&lt;/span&gt; is dead, but damn this its short it wont do any harm...Roswell high was well a white high school...it was cool tho them white folks showed love, I was in the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade so that meant coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Coen&lt;/span&gt; was the prince/football coach ...dude stayed giving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;iss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, but on this particular day I guess he gave the wrong student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;iss&lt;/span&gt;...This student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; did the most vile shit I have ever seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; took a shit...went outside the bathroom and wrote "FUCK COACH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;COEN&lt;/span&gt;" in shit...oh it was a female by the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6149466132295907738?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6149466132295907738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-deuce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6149466132295907738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6149466132295907738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-deuce.html' title='What the Deuce ?'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-3311012612163227801</id><published>2011-01-02T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:46:06.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm back in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maneeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; told a story in about 3 months been going through some bullshit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! BUT!!!!!!!!! I'M BACK AND I GOT A GOOD STORY FOR YOU HOES...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PDW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 grade, young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; attended Paul D. West Middle School....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! zone 3!!!!!!! but yeah tho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PDW&lt;/span&gt; was the shit man, the school had 4 floors no lie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; you could have a young wench, a young bitch, a young hoe, and a young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt; all on different floors and no one will ever know at least them hoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;....but yeah this school was wild as hell, I swear a fight broke out everyday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt; no lie, there was a food fight everyday(some dumb ass made the cafeteria 2 floors so you had up stairs and down stairs lunchrooms, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; up stairs use to throw their food over the balcony hitting whoever was in the lunch lines &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;) you could imagine the chaos and fine hoes this school had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                             The End of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know how it is on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; getting out of school, shit its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CRUNK&lt;/span&gt; AS HELL FOR NO REASON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BRUH&lt;/span&gt;....WHY IN THE FUCK ARE WE SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CRUNK&lt;/span&gt; ???? WE LIVE IN THE FUCKING SHITTIEST PROJECTS WE ARE GO HOME TO A DUMP, BUT WE MORE HYPER THAN A STARVING AFRICAN EATING SPIT FOR DINNER I tell you that got dammit...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; we was.. ready &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lulz&lt;/span&gt;....just thinking about all that damn noise by them buses give me a damn headache real talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..and we on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                 The Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we on this hot ass bus I remember the day like YOU remember them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dookie&lt;/span&gt; stains you left in your cousins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;drawz&lt;/span&gt; that you had to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you pissed on yourself the night before, and now you at home hiding them under the bottom of the dirty clothes BECAUSE YO LIL STANK 6 YEAR OLD ASS CANT DO NO FUCKING LAUNDRY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;MUDD&lt;/span&gt; BUTT WENCH!!!.....OK back to the story we on this hot ass bus, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, and um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;roastin&lt;/span&gt;...it was this one kid with braces(I got another story about him) man this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; mouth was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; FUCKING BUCK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;RHEIUGSDGFDGSFG&lt;/span&gt; his name was Tony, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; roasted his ass!!!!!!(back then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; use to amp a joke up by saying get em)  " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;SHAWTY&lt;/span&gt; BOY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; DO IT, WIT DEM HORSE ANKLES HANGING OUT YA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;MOUF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;CUH&lt;/span&gt;, (get em)"...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt;, buck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt; ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; how you got fangs for ya 2 front teeth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; ya name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; tony its Count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Buckula&lt;/span&gt; (get em) "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; GOT 32 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;GAMEBOYS&lt;/span&gt; IN HIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;MOUF&lt;/span&gt; (get em)" Of course I'm crying I mean I cant help but die laughing shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; fuck you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt; hoe...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; stand a chance first time riding the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                           The Stooges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tony is getting his ass roasted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Rogeo&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;geo&lt;/span&gt;)  his brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Quentin&lt;/span&gt; (quin-teen) and Kenneth Porter AKA KP...now this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Rogeo&lt;/span&gt; was a freckled face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt;, loud ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;, wanted attention from hoes, but could whoop yo ass he was an 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader...his brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;quentin&lt;/span&gt; was a skinny kid with a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;afro&lt;/span&gt; light skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; ya know funny ass shit tho had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; in a few of my classes so we was cool...KP was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;rogeo&lt;/span&gt; best friend all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; black ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; did was talking about eating pussy all damn day...now that I think about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; in middle school talk about eating pussy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt; ya know ? Any way all 3 of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; sat in the back of the bus and when together someone was getting they ass roasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                        Armpit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we almost at home we on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Delowe&lt;/span&gt; Drive bout to hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Stanton&lt;/span&gt; rd (WHATS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;HANNINNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt; ZONE 3 HOE) so I see Ashley this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;uglass&lt;/span&gt; broad who stayed in my apartments who just so happened liked me -_- but yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt; had on one of these redneck ass vest plaid shirts with the no sleeves, shit look like it came off a damn picnic table hosted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; family , but any way this hoe puts her arm up against a let down window( MIND YOU, THIS YOUNG WENCH HOE IS AT THE FRONT OF THE BUS) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;mannnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt; I swear if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;odor&lt;/span&gt; had a color the inside of our bus would have been dog shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;dookie&lt;/span&gt; green....the whole damn bus was FUN-K YES FUN-K not funky but FUN-K &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; WHEN ITS SO DAMN FUNKY, THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;ODOR&lt;/span&gt; START PLAYING INSIDE YA NOSE HAVING FUN AND SHIT...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt; already know what was coming...this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;Quentin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Immediatlly&lt;/span&gt; started roasted Ashley " DAMN BITCH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; YO ARMPIT ATE ONION RINGS ?(get em), "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;Rogeo&lt;/span&gt; this hoe stank, go change that hoe armpit diaper (get em)" " Hoe yo stank ass armpit got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;afro&lt;/span&gt; itching (get em)"  Ashley got mad as fuck, actually she got up and went to the back of that bus and started tearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;Quentin&lt;/span&gt; a new asshole, that ghetto tramp hoe could fight..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;SHIIITTTT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; waste my time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;uglass&lt;/span&gt; folks in a fight, them fools &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; got nothing to lose man...so yeah she was handling that nigga....UNTIL..Rogeo gave her that one hitter...you know the one that be in the comic with a special sound effect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;KASMACK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what it sounded like real talk...whole bus " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;OHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;SHITTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!" That ended that fight....but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; end that funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-3311012612163227801?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/3311012612163227801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/01/wheels-on-bus-go-round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3311012612163227801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3311012612163227801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2011/01/wheels-on-bus-go-round-and-round.html' title='Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-7111421759342130354</id><published>2010-07-31T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:27:36.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God I Hate These Fucking Jeans</title><content type='html'>OK this is one of the more embarrassing stories I'm going tell...as if all the others were not embarrassing enough but here we go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maxway&lt;/span&gt; with my moms and shit and she's buying me clothes for school (I was in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade) , So we walking around and shit and of course in my mind I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is this shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maxway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wear this shit man...fuck...I knew my moms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of money tho with the shitty job she had at the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she stumble up on this rack of LEE jeans yeah fucking LEE jeans....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; BITCH I WANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FUBU&lt;/span&gt; GOT DAMMIT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; I look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;brett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;favre&lt;/span&gt; got dammit...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; out here cutting lawns on john deers and shit fuck....so she picks up the jeans I'll never forget them damn things....they were fucking LEE FLARES fucking FLARES man...they were like bell bottoms on some skater/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; goth kids type of shit....I was angry no lie...but I never showed it, I wanted to make her happy because she was trying and it was hard doing those time of my life even I knew that and I was 1o then...I could have easily called my pops who would've mailed me name brand clothes...but I didn't that wasn't me...so I told her I liked them( should have said fuck no) she got me two fucking pair -_- blue and black....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans.....School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen I tried my best to avoid them fucking jeans, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to wear them shits to school and get roasted hell....BUT of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have many clothes barely a week worth to be honest so judgment day was bound to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocking New Gear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day I wore the black pair...man that had to be the longest walk to the bus stop, my confidence was on par with a bulimic bitch who just ate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bigmac&lt;/span&gt; and looked in the mirror.....so yeah kids are looking at me like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; cant be serious with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;supafly&lt;/span&gt; bell bottoms on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lmfaoooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;.....they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; say much, in school I got roasted of course and people stared like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....it was what I expected eventually I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; trip no more I just accepted it......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mafuckas&lt;/span&gt; would shout "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;KEEF&lt;/span&gt; BUM ASS WIT DEM WHITE BOY BELL BOTTOMS" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lmfaoooo&lt;/span&gt; shit is funny as fuck now that I look back on it....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; funny then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; tho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worse when I got back home, hell I stayed in the projects (SHOUT OUT TO EAST POINT STANTON RD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;CREEKSIDE&lt;/span&gt; APT PHILLIPS COURT....ALL THAT GOOD SHIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;BURRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;SKURRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;WOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt; SWAG HOE ASS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; roasting the shit out of me when I got off that bus, hell I had to go in the house......the next day the same shit happened man.....shit when I got off that bus i took the back way to my crib so I wouldn't get roasted, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; had super powers or some shit because I took the back way and I could hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; on the next street roasting my ass...I'm like damn these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mafuckas&lt;/span&gt; are predicting where I'm going to be just to roast me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while my moms picked up on it that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like the jeans so she took the jeans and got them hemmed up so they would look normal...I was happy as hell I hated them damn jeans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; LET YA DAMN MAMA PICK YA FUCKING CLOTHES DAMN. On the real no matter how bad the clothes were that my mom picked for me I wore them I knew we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; have shit so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; complain no matter how bad they were ...this went on till the end of 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade...I bet you this tho....no matter how bad my clothes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; want to roast any more...because I was king of that shit after a while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...yeah my clothes were raggedy but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; you fucking ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-7111421759342130354?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/7111421759342130354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-i-hate-these-fucking-jeans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7111421759342130354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7111421759342130354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-i-hate-these-fucking-jeans.html' title='God I Hate These Fucking Jeans'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-1676987520086252304</id><published>2010-07-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:09:51.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloody Caprice</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know I've been procrastinating about a new post but hell what you expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; black, negro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;...I don't do shit on time so fuck you pay me...but any way lets get on with the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know my luck with fucking women is 50/50 some are good...and others are just fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;turrible&lt;/span&gt;...I swear there is always a fucking problem on the real, If I fuck 10 hoes in a week out of those 10, 5 will have something wrong with them...its either her pussy stinks, her ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; big enough, her skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; soft enough..or I'm just  horny and my judgment got clouded on how truly ugly you are...well I got another damn story for you so here we go got damn i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it was 2007 I was attending school at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Faulkner&lt;/span&gt; university and what can I say I went to the club every night..so my boy and I went to this joint called front street it was college night so hoes were flocking and choosing..me personally I wouldn't be caught dead in that basement of a club now...but yeah so I see this dark skinned broad with nice mass and legs so I'm like fuck it pull her over get a dance HIT MY FLEX...get her number &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the end of that I would tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; her name but I forgot it so sue me hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day I hit the broad up..and get some shit going form my boy and I..so she tell me to puck her and her friend up from campus at like 8 (SHOUT OUT TO THE HOES AT ALABAMA STATE I FUCKED MANY) so shit its 8 I roll through and pick them up. We get back to the crib and shit so they go in my boys (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;akeen&lt;/span&gt;)  room, while we in the living room talking...so I'm like look you gotta fuck her big friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; because it's the only way I'm going to slay that black bitch tonight...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;akeen&lt;/span&gt; like cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; its whatever..so I'm like cool lets separate these hoes..ill fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; girl in my car..we will go in that church lot behind your crib.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we in the lot you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bout to go ham on this ass, this freak hoe was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;readyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; I'm like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;damnmamazlezdoit&lt;/span&gt;"  so yeah I strip butt ass naked ion give a fuck, she did too..(its dark as fuck) so shit I'm fucking this broad and I'm like damn this hoe got some sauce..shit is wet, I can feel the juice hopping up on me............FUCK YEAH....so I kill that ass for about an hour, I step out my whip butt ass naked in the night air...I'm standing under a lot and shit and when I look down I see blood on my hands and pelvis...I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; GOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;/span&gt; MY DICK IS BLEEDING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; DYING FUCKING HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!....but I quickly realized my dumb ass is wearing a condom and its her blood...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when it hit me...THIS BITCH IS BLEEDING IN MY CAR...so I yell "AYE get out my car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; bleeding" she like "but I'm naked"...I'm like "GET YOUR BLOODY ASS OUT MY FUCKING CAR...YOU FUCKING UP MY SEATS I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU BEING NAKED GET THE FUCK OUT"....she gets out the car I look at my seats and yup blood is on them..so I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fuckkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN I EVER GET A NORMAL BITCH WITH A NORMAL FUCKING UTERUS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt; YOU EVE FUCK YOU ADAM FUCK EVERYTHING DAMN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-1676987520086252304?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/1676987520086252304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-caprice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/1676987520086252304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/1676987520086252304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-caprice.html' title='The Bloody Caprice'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-166288113658153039</id><published>2010-06-19T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:43:25.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT GO TO SLEEP</title><content type='html'>OK this is not really one story more like a series of stories...back when I was in middle school/early high school my cousins and I use to pull pranks on each other whenever we slept over at each other crib....now of course you got prank when you went to sleep...the objective was to be the last one to fall asleep this shit happened every weekend, but a few stuck out that I remember so here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mouth Pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was invented be me and my cousin Amo, one night his brother D had went to sleep first lol...nigga had his mouth wide the fuck open snoring....I'm like aye this nigga need to shut the fuck before I hold his nose and cover his mouth and kill him....he was sleeping on this air mattress we had and I got this idea I went into the closet and got the mattress air pump...so I tell Amo aye we bout to turn this nigga into a Macys Christmas day parade balloon float....so this nigga ama put the tube in that nigga mouth (AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Im standing here biting my tshirt through laughter...I mean this mothafucka got a fucking tube in his mouth AND IS STILL SLEEP..so after Amo get done....i jump on the air pump like 6 times....LMFAOOOOOOO I SWEAR TO GOD CUH I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!!!...that nigga looked like he was having a seizure or heart attack on some fred sanford type shit........of course we dipped off down stairs LOL...the nigga went back to sleep...we did that shit like 5 times to him through out the night the nigga was pissed lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clogged up face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one weekend I fucked around and went to sleep early....these niggas thought it would be good to do that fucking air mattress  pump prank on me...but i dont sleep with my mouth open so they put the shit up my nose -___________- I was fucking mad I wanted to fucking FIGHT!!! BUT!!! like a dumb ass I went back to sleep and they did that shit again -_____________-. So the next morning I wake up early I take my piss, I dip the plunger in the toilet...put the plunger right in front of D face and yelled out loud...the nigga face jumped right in the plunger lmaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Initials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again somebody fall alseep, who is it this time ?  Amo lmaoo who are the pranksters Vey and me...so we go to the fridge and pull out nothing but condiments (ketchup mustard and mayo) so we go into the room and I'm like fuck this shit lets write out initials in this nigga hair so we do it....the next morning this nigga AMo wakes up and want to joke um like "boy dont do it with ya head tagged up like a harlem subway" this nigga is like what? I keep joking " boy keep talking and ill make a whopper jr out ya head nigga" so of course somebody snitch and tell him what we did after he sees it of course lmaoo...by that time I dipped to vey house ( who stayed up the street )lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Hitler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night at my crib I tell this nigga Amo that D was muscle behind him getting mummified in his sleep a few weeks back....so he like for real ? I'm like hell yeah nigga..so he looks at me and say " You know what a Hitler is ?" of course I'm like fuck no...so hes like ill show you....so he digs in to his pants......I'm like " AYE NIGGA I LIKE PUSSY,ain with this gay shit" so I see this nigga digging in his ass scratching like he aint wipe his ass after taking 60 kabilliontrillionzillion shits....im like "Bruh wtf you aint wipe your ass after  a shit...we got tissue shawty you can go wipe your ass"...thats when I realized what he was about to do....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;IT ALL CLICKED IN MY HEAD WHAT HE WAS ABOUT TO DO.....the nigga took his shitty hand with butt crust dookie crumbs on it and wiped it across his brother upper lip and TEETH...I was like WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF X LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS all I could do was lol....from that day forward I slept in my moms room with the door locked whenever them niggas came to my crib....and when I went over their crib I stayed awake till day light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-166288113658153039?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/166288113658153039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-go-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/166288113658153039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/166288113658153039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-go-to-sleep.html' title='DONT GO TO SLEEP'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-8608147402199735</id><published>2010-06-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:35:19.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Time</title><content type='html'>This is one of my more embarrassing stories, but hey this is what this blog is for right ??!! So Fuck it DICK SLANG!!! lets get this show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The History of Horny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok listen since I was birth all I ever wanted to do was get some pussy, shit when i was 3 I discovered what titties were...when my sisters had sleep overs house would be filled with girls, I swear the shit was like Christmas...I use to wait outside the bathroom while they took showers...as soon as they came out in them towels i was on the hunt for BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!! I mean im only 3 my sisters are 7-8 years older than me so their friends had some good boobies oh and thighs DEM MOTHAFUCKING THIGHS...but yeah i was mannish...you get the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The 1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight so I was talking to this girl name Tee, I was 12 she was like what ?? 15, 16 shit one of them numbers all I know is I was on some playa shit... AKA YOUNG BAWSE... AKA YOUNG WILD NIGGA... AKA YOUNG STAMINA.... AKA YOUNG CROOKED.... AKA GIVE ME SOME PUSSY... AKA POP DAT PUSSY FOR A YOUNG GOON HOE (SHOUT TO ADAM) ....but yeah tho she stayed to apartments down from me and shit, so i use to be at her crib all the time we actually dated, but a nigga only made it making out and getting my dick jacked. Of course i got tired of this hoe you aint putting out well as Moo Moo say "FUCK YOU DEN HOE" so I canceled that hoe, but the wierdest shit happened...a week later i walk past her crib and she called me over and hit a nigga with the "I WANNA FUCK YOU" line..I was like (Scooby doo voice) RUH? lol a nigga was happy as fuck like hellz yeah BURRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! So she like come by the tomorrow im like cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its tomorrow and we up in her room im ass naked in socks ready to do this shit!!!...This hoe scared to get naked she got on her skirt with no panties on..didnt make me none hell I just wanted the pussy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 complicated -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKKKKKKKKKKK the first problem...this broad is tight as fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!! I swear this shit takes at least 30 minutes to get in....The second problem...The broad talking about she keep getting dry, IM 12 bitch I dont know what the fuck you tombout, you better get moist or get ripped to shreds got damn it cuz um ready to dick slang..The third problem, THIS BITCH COOCH WAS SO FUCKING HAIRY, her shit looked like a grizzly bear paw just gross...but im horny and im a virgin so fuck it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                        WTF IS THAT SMELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally fucking in missionary of course....and this stench comes comes out of no where...im thinking to myself as I keep a poker face "do pussy suppose to smell like this???? if so I might become a monk and say the hell with pussy" I mean really Im just like got damn let me hurry the fuck up so I can have a meeting with the old heads (a group of older niggas) I gotta tell them  about this SHIT! So I hurry up and finish...go to the bathroom and take the condom off..too bad I wasnt over the toilet because that man goo just spilled all over the floor it made a loud splat noise too like them nickelodeon gak commercials lol..I left it there and dipped, fuck her house with yo dick nigga !&lt;br /&gt;                              The Talk&lt;br /&gt;So its like 10 at night Im outside chilling in the cut talking to jimmy and Emanuel about what happened....so Im like shawty the bitch Tee stank I fucked...this bitch made Emanuel like "you aint fuck shit you lying" Im looking at this nigga like "bruh first off you 17, fat with feet arthritis...have you even smelled a pussy let alone fuck one..you a borderline pedo stfu ( I was about that life at 12) " So Jimmy is like "I believe keith, because the same thing happened when I was about to fuck her sister (toya)" So Im like do pussy suppose to smell like that ??? Jimmy responds "FUCK NO STUPID MOTHAFUCKA" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look niggas been wanting fuck Tee for the longest and I did it and the shit was a fail, why not tell??? I fucking told everybody she was FUN-K ain give a damn...bitch clean ya pussy and might have kept my mouth close ( NO IM LYING I STILL WOULD'VE BRAGGED) she was heated...but what could she do tho?? AKA YOUNG BAWSE NIGGA... AKA I GOT DEM FUNKY DRAWS..AKA KEEP YA FUNKY PUSSY TO YASELF CUZ A GOON DONT WONT YOU TO POP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Back story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend big mike obvsiouly didnt learn a lesson from my story so...8 years later he fucked TEE and called me up like( his first words) "bruh you were right" im like wtf you talking about nigga...."I fucked tee" I bust out LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you funky hoes im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-8608147402199735?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/8608147402199735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/8608147402199735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/8608147402199735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-time.html' title='The 1st Time'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6716871365207211044</id><published>2010-06-13T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:09:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGTheKid I Know How To Destroy You</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! my blog/twitter rival/nemesis is named AMP GREEN and I have the LIST TO DESTROY HIM...it's short but it will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send him a youtube vid of Super Mario getting his fucking brains bashed in with a tiny hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Invite him over to your crib....invite nas.....break nas fucking legs in Agthekids face. Amp will cry OH HE WILL FUCKING CRY ALRIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!!! Set up a hell in the cell 2 on 1 match with Amp vs Wale x Charles Hamilton....oh and Amp hands are tied up......watch him get the shit beat out of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6716871365207211044?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6716871365207211044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/agthekid-i-know-how-to-destroy-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6716871365207211044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6716871365207211044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/06/agthekid-i-know-how-to-destroy-you.html' title='AGTheKid I Know How To Destroy You'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-5035480877830058666</id><published>2010-05-12T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:39:45.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOO MOO ENCOUNTER</title><content type='html'>Okay this isn't a story more so of a bio/short story about this bad ass kid named moo moo...so here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this lil nigga moo moo was born in like 97 I think..so he would be what 13 now i guess, I hope to god that lil mothafucka is in school or locked in a basement some where. Yeah tho back to this nigga story, I think it was about year 2000 when this lil rat bastard starting speaking fluent ebonics/coonglish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AYE YOUNG KEITHAHUNDRED I WAS 11 )One day I'm walking with my homeboy through the apartments and shit you know doing what niggas about that life do, and I see Moo Moo rolling up on his big wheel..(now note moo moo knows me, my sister use to babysit this nigga) so im like "whats up moo moo" this lil nigga just sit there and mugs the shit out of me...if he had an Uzi I wouldn't be here right now, so Moo Moo says "Fuck nigga you in the way move yo pussy ass to the side and let me roll through" now I see he was with some little girl so assumed Moo Moo was putting on a front trying to stunt on me....so Im like "Who the fuck you suppose to be bruh" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moo Moo&lt;/span&gt; reply "The lil nigga thats gone whoop yo fucking ass" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; "You aint gone do shit, you a fucking bitch Moo Moo" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moo Moo&lt;/span&gt; " Naw nigga you fucking pussy"  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; "Nigga fuck you, hop yo ass off that big wheel shawty and ima lay you the fuck out in front of ya girl" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moo Moo &lt;/span&gt;" FUCK THAT BITCH, nigga and fuck you too and ya fat ass pussy homeboy" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;"MOTHAFUCKA YOU PUSSY, FUCK YOU SAYING ILL KNOCK ALL 5 OF YOUR TEETH OUT" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOO MOO&lt;/span&gt; " ENOUGH OF DAT TALK KEEF IF I GET OFF THIS BIG WHEEL IM DOIN YA PUSSY ASS" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; "YOU GET YO LIL INFANT ASS OFF THAT BIG WHEEL AND IMA BREAK YO FUCKING LEGS...YOU AINT MOO MOO YOU A PUSSMOO NIGGA"....why did I say that, before i knew it this lil nigga was off the damn big wheel attacking my legs...um like oh SHIT!!!! get this lil barracuda off me...after like 2 minutes he gets tired...I look around to make sure his mom aint around...I pick his big wheel up(note this nigga is still attacking) I launch that shit in the street....then I pick his punk ass up and lex luger torture rack his ass for a good 2 minutes till he cry....I let him go, but just like Moo Moo he has to have the last word..so he yells "NIGGA FUCK YOU , WHEN I COME BACK IM SHOOTIN FUCK BOY" ME "ITS WHATEVER BITCH MADE NIGGA" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOO MOO&lt;/span&gt; "WE GONE SEE BITCH" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; "WE'LL SEE MOTHAFUCKA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shit went on everyday until, our projects got bulldozed in 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reading this Moo Moo FUCK YOU NIGGA...AND YOU DEAD WHEN I SEE YO PUSSY ASS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-5035480877830058666?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/5035480877830058666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/05/moo-moo-encounter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/5035480877830058666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/5035480877830058666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/05/moo-moo-encounter.html' title='THE MOO MOO ENCOUNTER'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6675423598086248877</id><published>2010-04-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:01:22.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRICK TO THE FOREHEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THIS WILL BE A SHORT STORY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; about to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; back AGAIN when i was just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt; blowing snot out my nose ( that shit sounded nasty as fuck) this story is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school story just like the barney story.......this time the scene is on the playground.....here we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; Recess &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its noon and we just got up from our nap....so of course its time for recess, every toddlers dream when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; locked down in school. So we are outside, some kids are playing on the sliding board, some are shooting hoops on the fisher price goal, and some are of course running around like fucking idiots....back to me tho....back to the sliding board...here I am standing a good distance from the sliding board. I see Amber Grace ( country fucking name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FTL&lt;/span&gt;...she had a raspy voice even as a kid) so she is climbing the sliding board and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; standing here with this brick in my damn hand....now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking to myself do i have the strength/accuracy to knock this bitch up side her head.....only one way to find out.........I throw the damn brick and what do you know WE HAVE OURSELVES A YOUNG TOM BRADY. That shit hit her right on the forehead i could see the blood/brick skid mark on her forehead. Of course she cried loud as fuck even louder than that "best cry" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; video......everyone on the playground fucking told on me......i was in some deep shit.....you know i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think not once about getting in trouble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;...oh well here we go its too late now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Punishment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man Mrs. Jones (one of the teachers) snatch my ass up so fucking quick...I know i was fucking dead.....we get inside the school and I see her fucking with the blinds...she is taking the stick off the fucking blinds( you know that shit was composed of some of the most hardest plastic) man she wrapped THAT STICK AROUND MY ASS i mean literally that plastic stick was bending around my body every hit....them hits was quick as hell too i mean her arm had to be doing at least 100 mph in 25 mph school zone......she had me by one arm doing work on that ass whooping....shit had to last at least 5 minutes because she was breathing hard as fuck man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i got my ass whooped, but the scar i left on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amber's&lt;/span&gt; forehead was rewarding....moral of this story....if you believe it you can achieve it BURR!(shout out to kneesh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6675423598086248877?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6675423598086248877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/04/brick-to-forehead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6675423598086248877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6675423598086248877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/04/brick-to-forehead.html' title='BRICK TO THE FOREHEAD'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-827362869650581501</id><published>2010-03-07T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:25:35.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAT DAMN BARNEY STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so we all remember the hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show Barney right ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; front either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; because we all know in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school that was our shit. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to tell you a story about this son of a bitch barney the dinosaur ( he was a dinosaur right ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little scholars Christian academy was the scene of this catastrophe. I hated this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gat&lt;/span&gt; damn school...they use to whoop our ass with drum sticks and shit ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another story ill tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; about) but yeah tho back to story...so it was one of the kids birthday party, i cant recall the name ion know think the damn girl name was Amber Grace(damn girl looked like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fraggle&lt;/span&gt; rock) some country shit like that ion know shit.....but yeah though so its the end of the day and we having the birthday party you know just having fun, so Mrs. Lee ( this big ass cow-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saurus&lt;/span&gt; was every bit of 5'11 with an old outdated french roll and a chin strap beard thicker than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ricky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rawseeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; himself)  directed us to the eating area( shit was a damn kitchen stupid ass school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; shit but a shotgun house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;) so we sitting down and they bring in the cake, but before they cut the damn cake they tell us to close our eyes, talking about a fucking surprise and shit....so of course we do close our eyes....and 5 seconds later we open them and ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS A FUCKING GIGANTIC PURPLE DINOSAUR IN THE FUCKING KITCHEN!!!!!!!!! It was like a chain reaction of how the kids reacted....some were crying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not talking about regular crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about the kind where they yell and take a deep breath to yell some more.....others broke out running, some hid under tables,  ME well I stood there in shock hell.....this fucker Barney is sitting there singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pedo&lt;/span&gt; shit like " I love you"  on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; it sounded like a jolly voice in person it sounded like some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt; demon with a deep voice.....that fool Barney had the nerves to pick up one of the babies that damn baby was clawing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; like a damn wolverine badger combo.............THE WORST DAY OF MY TODDLER LIFE, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; if i exclude the episode where my moms dragged me to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-827362869650581501?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/827362869650581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/03/gat-damn-barney-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/827362869650581501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/827362869650581501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2010/03/gat-damn-barney-story.html' title='GAT DAMN BARNEY STORY'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-6668739557017434225</id><published>2009-11-01T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:53:55.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GOODWILL STORY</title><content type='html'>So look we all know what is like going to school on the first day in fresh gear, oooooooo shit we be up till 4 am in the morning with the outfit laid out....shittt we even have the kicks laid out on top of the bed....we be thinking to ourselves " OMG IM GONE HURT EM TOMORROW. Yeah thats how it suppose to be.......This Story is different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im at my cousin's crib (Ama, Joe, David), this is a week before school they are suppose to go shopping with their dad (J-dub aka johnny they call him J-dub because he's a cop, which they hate) So these niggas sitting up bragging and shit about how they going to be fresher than me (note I havent went shopping yet) so im like nigga whatever yall buck mouth mouthafuckas need to invest that school money into a damn barrier for the, buck ass teeth. So after like 30 minutes of talking to these barraka off springs J-dub arrives...he like I can tag along if I want so im like cool, I suppose I can see what the competition will be copping for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to add this part lol. The whole time we riding in the car im looking at J-dub's bald ass head.&lt;br /&gt;The back of his head had this slit by the neck part.....the shit looked like a clitoris....MAN IM TELLING YALL THAT SHIT LOOKED LIKE A WET CUNT (bald head guys be having a lot of grease on they head....on top of that is what hot as hell that day) all i could do was LOL and come up with names about how it looks....."the third hole" " tampon neck" "cuntacular skull"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we riding and we end up in this east point plaza.....so im looking around and im saying to myself they dad must have to meet someone up here.....that changed quickly.....J-dub tells everyone to get out the car and he starts walking in the direction of the GOODWILL....I put my shirt in my mouth and died LOL...the look on these niggas faces where priceless .....so we up in this goodwill this nigga Ama is pissed lol he like "fuck this bruh im not getting shit from here I'll wear some old shit to school......Joe the youngest of the 3 is over here trying on dingy Usher blazers and big ass fabo glasses tombout some "YEAH' lmaooo....now the funniest shit had to be the oldest brother David who was actually walking around goodwill picking shit out like he liked it lmaoooooo shit was hilarious because he had old as wrangler jeans in his hand that looked liked Brett Farve himself had worn in an NFL game lmaoooo this nigga had so much bum shit in his hands I knew this nigga did not like none of that shit..he was just trying to please his father...so after like 20 minutes in GOODWILL J-dub ask them "Yall find anything yall like" all I could think to myself was that this black bald head, 1 Mike Tyson gold tooth ass nigga cant be serious lol............All of them except David says no.........Jdub say "ok lets go" then we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story.....dont brag about being fresher than me got dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-6668739557017434225?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/6668739557017434225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodwill-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6668739557017434225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/6668739557017434225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodwill-story.html' title='THE GOODWILL STORY'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-2315898525839672876</id><published>2009-09-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:46:09.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAK AND A 5 PIECE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SCENARIO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the scenario.....I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;, Alabama...its winter..I'm hanging out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niggaz&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;.....Al(big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt; from the chi...T(fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt; from the chi)....Sonny P(small crazy ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; from the chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; stayed on savage)....keen(born in the chi raised in Montgomery...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; swear he from the chi) Jason(weirdo from the Chi nigga was funny an animated as hell and a damn alcoholic).....and my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atlien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jvo&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; look like a down syndrome version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; boy who sing birthday sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jvo&lt;/span&gt; ask me to run him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ASU&lt;/span&gt;(Alabama State University) campus to pick up to hoes...yes I said hoes because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what they were....so I'm like cool.....I drive him to pick up these 2 broads......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BROADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was light skinned with short hair....and the other was dark skinned with short, they both were skinny but they were decent...tight asses, nice round (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chappelle&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tittaysssss&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK AT THE CRIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jvo&lt;/span&gt; and sonny P get these to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;unstuffed&lt;/span&gt; turkey whores in the room........I guess they start running the broads...because we could hear them and shit.....so eventually they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; rooms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;jvo&lt;/span&gt; comes in the living room and start fucking the broad on the chair....all the rest of us are in the den area or chilling outside....everything was cool until this crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; from the Chi name Jason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; Jason walks up on some thirty ass shit..while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jvo&lt;/span&gt; hitting this broad and ask could he fuck the whore.....so to make it clean and cut...the bitch said no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; reply by grabbing this girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tittay&lt;/span&gt;.....she hopes up and curses him out (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Birmingham&lt;/span&gt; broad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;FTL&lt;/span&gt;) so Al who is in the next room with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; come out with a  glass of yak in his hand on some king of the playboy mansion type shit...so he ask"what the fuck is going on" the broad reply"this fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; touched my titty talking about let him join in" Al reply "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what we do we run hoes round here".......before you know it this bitch done hit Al like 30 times in the face....I mean this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; Al is walking toward the kitchen carefully trying not to spill his yak while this broad is dropping bows on him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;lmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfaaaaaaaaooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH DONE FUCKED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; Al puts the yak down...grabs her(this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; all is 6'2 like 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt;) by the throat and picks her off the ground on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kane&lt;/span&gt; shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lmaooo&lt;/span&gt; I mean he has her in the air choking her...saying "BITCH YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW WHO YOU FUCKING WITH, ALMOST MAKING ME WASTE THIS DAMN YAK".............eventually we had to get him to put her down because he was damn sure going to kill her over that yak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lmaoooo&lt;/span&gt;......he kicks the hoes out of his house...but they crazy part about it is, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;JVO&lt;/span&gt; is pissed that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to finished I mean he is depressed...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;bruh&lt;/span&gt; is just sitting on the couch butt ass naked.....0_o Al tells him to get the fuck out for sitting on his couch butt naked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;lmfaooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-2315898525839672876?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/2315898525839672876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/09/yak-and-5-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2315898525839672876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2315898525839672876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/09/yak-and-5-piece.html' title='YAK AND A 5 PIECE'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-2010127135471339068</id><published>2009-08-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:30:13.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conversation in The Womens Bathroom</title><content type='html'>Now I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; like what the hell is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; bathroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;welllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt; let me get on with this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              FRESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; it was high school football in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt; (big shit ) it was the city rivalry...Carver high Vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lanier&lt;/span&gt; high....I mean this shit is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HBCU&lt;/span&gt; classic...it even got its own name "The West Side Classic"...can you say ghetto as hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lmfaoooo&lt;/span&gt;....but any way I had just bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;olymipic&lt;/span&gt; 1s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buurrrr&lt;/span&gt; so I bought some clean ass denims to go with them, with this captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt; fleece...and shirt...with a nice red navy white silver cardinals hat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;buuurrrrr&lt;/span&gt;...I was clean as hell...so its like 7 the game start at like 7:30.....so I go pick up my god sister(Tamika real cool peeps from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nyc&lt;/span&gt; raised in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt;) and we off.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       THE CAR RIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we in my whip (93 caprice classic flopping paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;choppin&lt;/span&gt; 22's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;buurrr&lt;/span&gt;) and we just talking....and all of  sudden my stomach goes to hurting...um like god no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; do this to me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;PLEAAASEEE&lt;/span&gt; JUST GO AWAY....so I'm thinking the bubble guts will go away.....but for some reason the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bastarads&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chokeslamming&lt;/span&gt; my insides...and then I just felt it about to come on out...so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; swerving through the streets trying to find a gas station or something, so I could take the stork bird to deliver the commode babies safely to the toilet and not on myself.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;(READ I CRAPPED MYSELF)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       THE FIRST GAS STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I rush in to this gas station looking for the bathroom....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see it...so I ask the clerk where the damn bathroom at....this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tombout&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have one (-__________-) so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dipp&lt;/span&gt; off like a crack head going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt; which i was....I hop in my whip and head to the on across the street.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   THE SECOND GAS STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush in ask for the keys to the bathroom outside...before he give me the keys this bitch ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; give me a long lecture about bringing the keys back...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;....right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; like a pregnant woman in labor..give me the fucking keys....he give me the keys I sprint to the bathroom open it up and what the fuck do I see........a fucking massacre of a bathroom piss all on the floor....tissue every where...and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no extra tissue to wipe your ass with but the tissue on the floor.....my thoughts were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;FUCKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;....GOD YOU HAD THIS PLANNED FOR ME YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;DIDNT&lt;/span&gt; WANT TO SEE A YOUNG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; CLEAN AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;STUNTIN&lt;/span&gt;.......so for a split second I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; about taking a shit on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;floo&lt;/span&gt;r and sticking dudes keys in it and handing them to him...but then I thought...WHAT AM I GOING TO WIPE MY ASS WITH....so that was out of the question cant walk around with my ass hole feeling like a mosquito stung me like 50 time (pause)....so I left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;WENDYS&lt;/span&gt; BATHROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sweating this is a serious shit dropping about to happen....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; talking about atom bomb type shit the liquid milkshake type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dookie&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;dookie&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know the kind I'm talking about the kind that feels like hot lava.........so I run in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wendys&lt;/span&gt; go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt; and WHAT DO YOU KNOW ANOTHER FUCKED UP BATHROOM WITH NO TISSUE BECAUSE ITS ON THE FLOOR MAKING A STEW WITH PISS AND MOP WATER...so I'm like fuck this shit....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; bath room right now.....I head in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; bathroom and man it was like heaven in there...the floors were clean,  it smelled good, and they had tissue..so I go in and do my thing and it is fucking fierce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....so while I'm in the middle of taking a dump....a female comes in I'm like fuck I hope she cant see me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the crack of the door....maybe she will think I'm one of them stud dike type of females...I was wrong she knew i was a guy.....but the crazy thing about it was...she was cool as HELL(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;FELLLAS&lt;/span&gt; NO SHE WAS NOT FINE) so we start talking and I'm like"how you knew I was a guy" her reply "the hair on your head and legs" was like damn....but peep this though she actually was taking a piss while talking to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;lmfaooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;........the shit was crazy it was like seeing a grandma ride a caprice on 30's I was shocked that she felt so comfortable to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;bathroom&lt;/span&gt; while I was in it......she even asked did I need any tissue....SHE ASK MY STANK ASS DO I NEED MORE TISSUE AND WAS I OK.....the woman was caring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BACK IN THE CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Tamika what happened....she died &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...I told her if she ever tell anyone she getting her ass beat..........but now its too late now because all of you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-2010127135471339068?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/2010127135471339068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversation-in-womens-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2010127135471339068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2010127135471339068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversation-in-womens-bathroom.html' title='The Conversation in The Womens Bathroom'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-3454651838677437956</id><published>2009-07-27T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:01:44.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracy Crumpton Chronicles: Shut yo pussy mouth(short story)</title><content type='html'>I can remember the first time my grandma said those be love it words...and Im not talking about "I love you" Im talking about shut yo pussy mouth"....this is a short story guys as a matter of fact all of the Gracy Crumpton Chronicles will be short stories....so here we go....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my brother was running through my grandma house keping up noise as usual lol.....now my grandma had all ready to him to sit down and shut up, of course he kept runing around the house keeping up noise....you could see the frustration on her face.....it was like the evil seeping through her skin lol....her whole face turned red lmfao...eventually she exploded.....and brought the raft of 1oo elderly people stuck in an olds folks home with arthritis ...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              THE SCORN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She gets out her chair and starts walking with her cane you can here it as it clinks on the ground, now my bro is faster than her but for some reason when she is pissed she moves like hussan bolt no shit its scary........She yelled out at the top of her lungs....." SHUT YO PUSSY MOUTH.....YOU PEE MOUTH FROG.....I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK AND SITCHO ASHH(thats how she pronounce ass) DOWN MACKA( brother name is michelangeo but she calls him macka instead of michel) NOW YOU KEEP IT UP HEA AND IM GONE BEAT THE DRY SKIN OFF YO ASHH.....NOW PLAY IF YOU WANT...IMA TAKE A STRAP TO YA ASHH.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story short he sat his ass donw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-3454651838677437956?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/3454651838677437956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/gracy-crumpton-chronicles-shut-yo-pussy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3454651838677437956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/3454651838677437956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/gracy-crumpton-chronicles-shut-yo-pussy.html' title='Gracy Crumpton Chronicles: Shut yo pussy mouth(short story)'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-4848165225509340550</id><published>2009-07-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:06:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gracy Crumpton Chronicles: Part 1...The introduction</title><content type='html'>Who is Gracy Crumpton&lt;br /&gt;I know yall like who the fuck is Gracy Crumpton????....Well Gracy Crumpton is my grandmother on my moms side. She's about 5'4 light skinned...long gray hair...with a crook in her back..she walks with a cane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     The background&lt;br /&gt;Now Grandma is from a hick town in Alabama call Georgiana...so you know she country and don't play that shit..don't get it twisted it though she has traveled around the world so she got plenty of sense..just crazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        The info you must know&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you something about Gracy........She loves dry tobacco snuff, and she will gladly curse you from A to Z about it if she don't have it (story coming soon about the Snuff) she got to have her coffe with sweet loaf..she has to have her enquirer and sun magazines...she has seen every episode of days of our lives. the young and the restless, and passions...she carries a spit cup around the house...along with her .38 caliber pistol...she never sleeps...NEVER and she is very...very paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 The dialog&lt;br /&gt;now I dont know what your grandma vocab consist of but my grandma goes all out...which you will find out in these up coming issues...just to add a little insight....she will definitely call you a Pussy mouth.....and bitch..thos are her favorite words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW that you know whats up you are prepared for the stories to come...first story starts  monday or tuesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-4848165225509340550?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/4848165225509340550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/gracy-crumpton-chronicles-part-1the.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/4848165225509340550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/4848165225509340550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/gracy-crumpton-chronicles-part-1the.html' title='The Gracy Crumpton Chronicles: Part 1...The introduction'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-8485853946442600166</id><published>2009-07-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:19:13.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I crapped myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We all got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; stories as kids....so I'm going to tell you one of mines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was 1995, Montgomery Alabama Vaughn rd elementary school (Ms. Gambles class room 101)....yeah I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; back to the old school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Any way it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; show and tell so you know it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jumpin&lt;/span&gt; in that bitch...you know I was in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; flexing with the Franky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; toy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know the one that talked and you could open up his head and chest....yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buuurrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.....so a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; had that best toy and shit....so after the victory of show and tell it was nap time.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wake up.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I wake up from my nap and shit and I'm thinking damn I must have put on a few pounds because I felt heavy than usual. So I stand up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; that's when I felt something drop in my draws.....my reaction is like god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; don't let this be me....did i really shit on my self......fuck (yes I cursed like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; when I was young also) so I run to the bathroom pull down my pants and man it looked like a cow pasture down there no lie....I would've went commando and disposed of the draws but I'm not a fan of shit and besides that would leave evidence....so I go back in the class room...its 2:30 the bell don't ring till 3 so I'm just sitting here in my own shit like a dead old person who shitted themselves in the middle of dying. this whole time I'm hearing people say "man what is that smell"..."something stink" you know its like you get super hearing powers when something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; happens to you...you can hear everybody saying shit...during this whole time period I'm praying nobody finds out..hell I think I cursed god out for letting this happen to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So the 3o minutes that felt like a whole new day pass the bell ring I get up run for the bus with cow fertilizer in my draws.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bus ride.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know anything about the deep south...then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; know in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; its hot as fuck, and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;did'nt&lt;/span&gt; help my situation or the person sitting next to me who just so happen to be my friend (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;brian&lt;/span&gt;..bucktooth country kid with big ears who stayed up the street from me) this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;littel&lt;/span&gt; loud ass bumpkin just blurt out"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; smell that something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;STANKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; is loud as fuck real talk "Bus driver you smell that" so you know I'm pissed but I gotta play it off like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; me...so I'm like "Hell yeah something stank damn let down the windows" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; at this as I'm typing) man I had the whole bus fucked up....finally I get home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I run in the house tell me my mom what happened she throws away my chemical ass polluted clothes and tell me to get in the tub.....after all this is done, she says"You know if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; told the teacher about this I could have came and got you from school" I'm like (0______0).....It never dawn on me to call my mom...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I get for panicking. I swear for a week my brother and sisters talked about me shitting on myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; JUDGE ME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;DAMMNIT&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-8485853946442600166?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/8485853946442600166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-crapped-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/8485853946442600166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/8485853946442600166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-crapped-myself.html' title='I crapped myself'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-7895151212487243722</id><published>2009-07-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:47:50.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This nigga hit me with a damn brick</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so Its a hot summer, I'm 12 years old so I guess it was the year of 1999 or 2000. I was chilling at my homeboy Big Mike(big country &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;) crib, they was like 1 of 5 people to have a damn ac unit in these hot box we call apartments. So his little sister comes in saying her wagon is gone..I guess the little thieving son of a bitch took it off the back porch, so Big Mike and I go looking for the damn thing and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; who took it....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finding the thief with the wagon....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So we find the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; who took the damn wagon in 3rd court( I apartments was divided into 4 courts) So I see dude and I tell Big Mike I'm going to beat this fool ass...he like cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I walk up on this guy(he had his hand behind his back I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; notice of course) he talking crazy literally " I'm crazy I take medicine"....so as soon as I get face to face he pulls out this broken up piece of concrete the size of a damn brick and hits me in the fucking face. I just yelled out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! real loud on some dragon ball z type of shit going in to super saying mode &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....then to add fuel to fire this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; ran off, THAT SHIT PISSED ME OFF BECAUSE I COULDN'T CATCH HIM. He got away I could not catch this bum...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The visit to his crib.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I found out where this bum ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; stayed. So I go up there with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;patna&lt;/span&gt; Ismail from Queens NYC( don't know why I add details with my friends) so we break off up in to this guy crib and man as soon as we get through the door, there are dogs and trash every where, I'm talking about piles of trash, dog shit, cans, retro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Honda&lt;/span&gt; hub caps, roaches, and the smell OH MY GOD the smell....the shit smelled liked shit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;immigrant&lt;/span&gt; dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; sex lathered in bean dip. Anyone who knows me know I hat being dirty and hate being in dirty places, so I tell Ismail fuck this lets get out of here...he agrees, but let me tell you about this nigga, he is fucking crazy I don't know if all queens niggas are like this but this nigga was crazy as a kid, but he was acting calm through the situation until we went through this path and he got stung by 2 bees....this nigga goes balistic. He runs back up the path to the bum nigga crib grabs they trash can (the big trash can the garbage people pick up) and dumps all the trash on the ground and slings it...then this crazy son of a bitch bust out all the windows of the house....I'm laughing my ass off, becasue I saw the bees get on him I just aint say nothing( I wanted them to sting him lol) when they stung all he kept saying was "get this shit off me get this shit off me" lol that shit made my day lol......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finnally catch this bum ass nigga....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So me and Ismail are walking to the store one day.....I'm running my mouth and shit and all of a sudden I hear "There that nigga go" I see Ismail take off and tackle that nigga...he is beating the shit out of him. I run over there and start beating the hell out of him, then i go into beast mode and just stomp the hell out of him for a good 2 minutes.....the fight gets broken up dude is fucked up and he mad yealling "I'm gone kill yall niggas, I'm going to get my knife" we like nigga fuck you ( can you imagine 12 and 13 year olds talking like this lol) so any way we chilling and the steps and shit talking about and laughing...how about this nigga actually came back...WITH A KNIFE!!! This nigga start chasing us I'm laughing and runnig at the same time ( which I dound out slows you down a whole lot) some adults see us getting chase by a looney kid with a meat cleaver size butchers knife lol...so they grab him and take the knife, and he goes home mad....punk bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-7895151212487243722?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/7895151212487243722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-nigga-hit-me-with-damn-brick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7895151212487243722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7895151212487243722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-nigga-hit-me-with-damn-brick.html' title='This nigga hit me with a damn brick'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-2831052556102664176</id><published>2009-07-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:55:32.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM</title><content type='html'>Take one for the team bro...take one for the team!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does take one for the team means??? Its simple taking one for the team means to have sex with a female that is not appealing to your taste, so that your best bud can get fucking lucky with her best friend who just so happens to look like Alicia Keys....but some how youre stuck with a Shamu body and an Uncle Fester face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I'm going to tell you a story about me taking one for the so called team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So its Saturday night my friend(Al)and I are out riding trying to pick up females in the club parking lot, I mean why pay to get in to some shitty ass Alabama club when we can pick the girls up before they go in ( I know smart shit right). So we pull up to these two females...one is banging the other look like she got banged on, so my friend is driving my whip, I'm in the passenger seat so of course he got the best chick ( I am sitting on them 22's buuuurrrrrr) I'm stuck with Raspushia the 3rd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We get they numbers and tell them to come chill back at the crib with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER THAT NIGHT............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls come through.....this nigga Al hit me with the "Take one for the team G (Chicago nigga)" I'm like HELLLLL NOOOOOO, this broad got one heart but functioning with six stomachs, an eight chins. Eventually  he talks me in to doing it...I ask hey can a rob her I got to get something out of this( young fresh out of high school I know no excuses for the robbing part), Al like I don't give a fuck do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bed Room.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Al and I go in to different rooms, I get in the room and she is already on the bed....let me explain what she had on and looked liked.... She had on this black dress, and it was tight and short as hell. I mean I don't know how she got that damn thing to fit on her big  ass, she weight at least two-hundred plus and she was about 5'3 ....her face didn't help out at all either, but back to the room. So my plan was to fuck her and have one of my boys...sneak out the closet and swipe the purse while I'm putting in work....he just take the money and bring back the purse. Wellllllll that shit did'nt go as planned because as soon as she took her panties off I got suckered punched by her pussy odor, it smelled like rotten used tampax dipped in ass holes and cat piss(note I'm still by the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time To Go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the smell hits me I put back on my shirt, tell her I'm not about to fuck her...tell Al "I'm taking my ass home this broad smell like a fish slaughter house"&lt;br /&gt;throw the deuces hop in my whip and I'm gone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-2831052556102664176?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/2831052556102664176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-one-for-team.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2831052556102664176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/2831052556102664176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-one-for-team.html' title='TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757960189034275598.post-7728205704626017071</id><published>2009-07-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:05:42.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog, I would like to welcome all.....my blogs will consist of stories about my life, things that I have been through....so lets get started with this bullshit madness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757960189034275598-7728205704626017071?l=keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/feeds/7728205704626017071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7728205704626017071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757960189034275598/posts/default/7728205704626017071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keith-ahundred-thedaily100.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>Keith-Ahundred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16921787029805415657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_taiQLVHVU/TqLUZKJP6KI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgKUdWxuKDc/s220/6768_243314460050_558355050_8561754_3082132_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
