My fake tatt...

So, yeah, the BULLY and his sister and Momma BULLY went to Panama City Beach this past weekend……….Had a fuckin’ ball. After Momma BULLY went to go kick it with a friend and her family me and the lil Sis had a full blown mini-Spring Break. We rented scooters and RODE THE FUCK OUT. We got the biggest joints that we could and pushed them muthafuckahs hard as shit. We got up to 50mph. Yeah, 50mph on some shits that are just made to pizzut around. AAAANNNNDDDD we did that shit with NO helmet. I’m tonbout we would have straight up died had we wrecked in that bitch. My sister almost lost control once at about 40. Her shit did that little weeebly wobbly shit, but she straightened up and then what did she do?.?.?.?.?.?.....she just got on the muthahfuckin gas even harder.

Yessssss!!!!!

I learned something quite impressive this weekend. My lil sis is atleast as fearless (or dumb, depending on how you call it) as I am. I think that is pretty fuckin cool. She really is a lot like another me. She has more common sense and tact and shit, but still a lot like me. I didn’t raise her, I mean, we are only 2yrs. And 9mths apart, but I kinda consider myself to be like her father, cause we didn’t have one growing up. She was never able to be like “Oh, oh really, well my dad can kick your dad’s ass!!”, and hell, until highschool age I was kinda a pussy. But ever since it has really mattered she has been able to say “Haha….you better watch out, my brother aint got NOOOO sense and he doesn’t like people messing with me….” Or “Ok, my brother is pretty big, I don’t think you would be doing that if he was around….” Usually cats would be like whatever and keep messing with her and then when I come around she be like “C.J., that boy over there been bothering me…” That is usually when cats start stuttering and defusing and shit. (and this was while we were in College)

I started this blog to talk about my henna tatt that I got right on the front part of the top center of my forearm. Its some tribal type shit, the type of thing that cats usually get on their upper arm (Bicep area). But I would rather talk about this other stuff instead.

Naw, but really, I have been that brother. My little sister was the girl with the big crazy brother that really didn’t give a shit who you were and what exactly happened, but if my sister didn’t like it then I was ready to fuck people up asaptually. My sister once told me that this kid in her home-ec. Class lied and told everyone that it was my sister’s fault that the cookies came out all burned up and stuff. I didn’t like that shit. It was during summer time and they were both incoming freshmen and all that, but that didn’t matter to my about to be a senior ass. I just showed up to the class at the end of the day, waited on ol’ boy to come out the room and then started talking to him and baited him in:

Me: Hey man, yall made some cookies the other day?
Him: Yeah, but they got burned up.
Me: Yeah, (lil Sis’ name) burned um up, huh?
Him: Yeah man, she burned the hell outta the cookies
SSSCCCHHHLLLLOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!


Next thing ol’ boy knew he was jacked up against the door feet off the ground. (He wasn’t a small dude either, prolly around 5-10 bout 190lbs. I was about 5-7 and 192 but strong as hell….4 real)

Me: Naw nigga, you burned them muthahfuckin cookies….My sister didn’t burn shit…….right?.....RIGHT??
Him: Yeah man, I I….I I burned those cookies.
Me: You damn right (smack smack…..(I had to smack that nigga a couple of times to let him know that I was serious. The smacks did not hurt him at all, they were just demeaning as hell))

So, yeah, after this my sister only told me about stuff if it was really really really serious.

But, yeah, folks never really tried my sister anymore. I take pride in being that Big Brother….I think that is what we are supposed to be. And that shit extends to my women and women friends and all that. I’m a protector. Not a aimless BULLY without a cause. Any chick with me is safe from everything. And if you ask any chick that has been with me at all she will tell you that is exactly how she felt.

I’m such a fucking man.

-the Muthahfuckin BULLY

I fight…..

So....yeah, I’m going through another one of my “I’m getting older” things. I actually have a hobby. People used to ask me, “Sooo, what do you do outside of work and working out?”. When asked that question I would shrug and be like “….Well…I work out and watch teevees…..I like to party…” and that would be that. Now I can actually say that I do something outside of working out. I can say “I like to fight in my spare time.” Or be like “I like to ride my bicycle and fight” Yeah….I know that my hobbies are some ole hellafiable Bully type stuff, but it is what I do. My Friday night routine is no longer gonna be get ready to go out and get drunk and chase ass…..Well not all of the time . Now its gonna be lts get ready to train MMA.

What I really need to do is get a hobby/interests that chicks are in to also. That way it would be easier to meet more chicas…..Heelllssssss Yeeaaahhh!!!

Yeah, I just got finished reading Brutha Code’s latest entry. That dude reminds me of me somewhat. He doesn’t have that down south nigga grime like I do. (A lot of us down south boys consider them up north cats to be “sweet niggas” not gay, just a little sweeter/nicer than us. Example is fine vs pretty. We got in this argument with this cat from up north. He didn’t agree with the fine but not pretty thing. Us southern niggas was like sshhhiiiiiiiiiitttt.) It talked about him hittin some chick that his boy was digging. He said that the rule they followed was “You can look, but don’t touch…unless she touches you first.” The BULLY doesn’t agree with that. Well, I do and I don’t. If a chick is your boy’s girl…..I mean your real dawgs girl then she is off limits. The BULLY can count, on one hand, the number of cats that he considers real homies. Most of the Cats that he is gonna be in Meeyahmi with are them. I could break off none of their chicks. Not cause of no rule of nothing, not because of the sloppy seconds thing (I mean really now….every chick I poke has been poked by some one before me. If one of ‘em before me then at least I know ALL of her previous weren’t scum). I can’t do it ot of respect for my boy. Respect is a very strong thing with me. Its been tested before and I learned that my respect for my boys is stronger than my desire to bust up some guts in some hot freakery. Now….if the dude aint my boy, if me and dude just kinda knew each other, or we used to be boys and then I found out you were a full of shit slimy ass dude or something then oh yeah…best believe the BULLY is bout to make you look like much less the man when it comes down to satisfying a woman. I mean, my nigga Steve would do the damn thang to ol’ girl. Have ol’ girl with the confused face like “Why didn’t you tell me you had it like this….we should have done this a long time ago.”

This just got me to thinking about something. I’m guessing people that I don’t know read this and I know that there are people that I do know that read this, but there are very few that actually read this that really do know me. The point that I am so poorly trying to make is that I really am this person that you read about on this blog. 4 real. Shit that I write about is totally true, the opinions I express are really me. I am that dude. A lot of my opinions on this crazy stuff comes from my real world experience. I am just the dude that all the crazy stuff happens to, and or I just do crazy stuff. I don’t put all of it in here, a recent example is the mouse that was living in my apartment, mostly in my dresser that tore up all of my condoms. He not only found the ones in my dresser, but found the ones I had in my NSBE bag in the living room.

I’m that guy.

-That guy

State of the BULLY Address March 21, 2007

The BULLY is all to the good right now. I’m working out regularly (matter of fact I have a little tingle of tendonitis in my right elbow that I gotta nurse for a few days….its part of working out, I mean….it happens), job is going well, I’m feeling good and happy. Don’t get me wrizzong… there is plenty of stuff that I am not liking, or well, maybe I should just say that aren’t how I would want them to be, but the truly important thing is that I am happy and I am. I have found a place up here that trains MMA, the dude that teaches is a former seal, Navy Seal, that is. He retired from the military after 22 yrs. 20 of ‘em were as a seal. He trained with a bunch of different people all over the world. Seems like he knows his stuff. He charges $20 a class. I figure I will start going to him every other week or so. I am also started (I went last Friday for the first time since June) back going to FSU fight club on Friday nights. They do it from 8-10 on Fridays, so I have plenty of time to get there after work and don’t have to worry about having to come right back to Thomasville and be getting to bed so damn late just to be tired at work the next day.

Something else good is that we have this little 19-20 year old girl working as a temp. here in the office. She is just as bubbly and perky and silly acting as she wants to be. She keeps it feeling nice and fun round here. She just bounces around saying the funniest things like “I think I would such a cute fat girl. I’d have those big ol’ cheeks and muh legs would be all poked out…….I’d look good.” Its just funny hearing a tiny little slim chick talking about wanting to be fat.

The Truck has been running just fine. I’m finally getting back used to how the straight six sounds when I’m running down the road at 65-70…it kinda pulsates.

I still aint fuck nuthin since I was in the S.C.. Yeah, been bout 2.5 months, but I’m not feeling all crazy and stuff, which is a very good sign for me. It means I’m taking control back from my Dack. (Yeah, niggas, I said Dack). My confidence is still really high when it comes to handing out good Dack. Like, for real…I mean, I aint been bustin no guts in forever, but I still wanna call myself the GutsBuster. Speakin of GutsBustin, I been thinking bout something the last chick whos guts got busted in did. She did the whole squeeze me with her thighs thing while I was on top, not letting all of Steve get up in her (Oh, that’s the Dacks new name. I thought of it yesterday. I mean, cause chicks always ask me “What do you call it?” and so I would tell them the truth “I….I call it my wiener.” They usually say something not to positive about that, so now I call him Steve. Lets try it out in the context of a sentence….Why don’t you play with my weiner some…….Why don’t you play with Steve some…..yeah, Steve works tons better). I always think it is kinda funny when chicks do that to me. Its funny cause I remember the first time a chick did it to me, I called her out on it and asked why she did it. Her reply was “I wasn’t about to let you gut me out…”Said with serious face and all. Hah….Ha haha

I got a new female friend in town, Tally that is, we have been doing a lot of talking and stuff on the phone, only been out once. She is the chick that I gave the good night handshake to. She seems pretty nice, she is going though a divorce with her crazy vagrant behind husband. Don’t know if I can hit or not. I don’t ever really doubt my abilities to rip a chick that I have been able to sit down and jut talk with, but I do really see it not being an easy task at all. The Amazon chick is still in the pic, but I’m not gonna press that….nice and slow is how I’m gonna do that one.

I’m outtie!!

Who ya gonna call?
-GutsBuster!!!!!

Cass “The Ghost” Broxton

Sooooo, yeah, the Muthafuckin BULLY is headed to South Beach for the weekend of May 24-28. It is one of the most niggerish weekends ever invented, some of yall will know it as Memorial Day Weekend South Beach. Its gonna be soo sooo sooooo fun . I’m going, my boy Elliot aka E-dot aka Eric, my boy Big C, my boy JFFRSMPS, That man Kenny J, that man Cap’n Bell, My boy Bell-o, and of course my dog and yours……That Draaannnnkkk is gonna be there.

That weekend is just gonna be a weekend of pure ignorance. And what is a weekend of pure ignorance without a purely ignorant alias. Big C is gonna say he is a garbage man from up in Seattle…Sanitation Engineer. I am gonna be Cass “The Ghost” Broxton, an up and coming Full Contact Fighter that is gonna be on one of the undercard matches for UFC in the next televised fights. I’m still grinding so my regular job is as an overnight stocker at Wally World (Walmart). Yeah, it ought to be really good. Did you catch the funny part of my name/ring name? Cass “The Ghost”….Cass is short for Casper…..Casper the Ghost hahahahaha, well its kinda funny.

Seriously, I can’t wait to hit up SoBe. I reserved us a hotel right down in SoBe. It is at 1130 Collins. Right around the orner from the Clevelander (1060 Ocean) and then just down the road is Wet Willy’s (roughly 8th and Ocean). I hope we will be able to get into the damn clubs. 6-7 dudes, half of us some big ol diesel cats rollin up without no females in the group might not have too much luck with the clubs. We will probably just have to tell we are gonna buy a few bottles or something, but it will be all to the good. But, yeah your boy is super geeked. It is gonna be phat booty central down in that piece. Your boy is sticking to that work out plan so you know that the Big Boy is gonna have some owners of nice round phat asses lookin. When I say “Big Boy” I’m talking bout the Muthafuckin BULLY……I mean ME.

If any of yall are gonna be there you should let me know. We can get on that drank together…..Naw, for real. I’m serious bout yall hittin me up. Especially if you have a nice round phat booty (extra points for them nice hips to) and or well shaped tits (Tiff). Ok, real talk. I only directed that booty and tit stuff to women. I mean, I’m not really trying to set no one up for the okey doke or nothing…I’m actually quite the gentleman when I want to be (Right, Tiff?). And more often than not I want to be, so even if your booty is a little flat or them hips are a little narrow or your boobs aren’t too well shaped and kinda look like fried eggs hanging on a nail you should still hit me up. We all friends in here. Oh, and one more thing: Me, I, the Muthafuckin BULLY doesn’t do dudes. Nope. Not at all. I gotta say this cause my lil sister has a gay friend….. a gay friend that has a fucking homo-crush on me. Blrech!! This fruity patooty ass dude had the nerve to say that I am cute……Niggro please. I mean damn, females don’t even call me cute, I damn sure don’t want no dude saying that crap. And what makes this so relevant to south beach trip is that apparently the homos use Memorial Day Weekend as their little Gay Pride weekend too. Sooooo, now my sister isn’t allowed to know where I am staying just to make sure that she doesn’t slip and tell fruity man where I am and then he comes over and then have to catch that ass whoopin from a group of 7 black engineers……Do the NSBE stomp on that rudy poo niggro. Oh, and why does this gay dude have to be one of those really big ones? I mean ol boy is bout 6-4, and looks like a swoll up soft ass Mr. Clean?

-Cass The Ghost

Oh the temptations

Soooo the BULLY got rid of two days of sitting as a juror on an attempted murder one case. I ended up being an alternate and didn't get to Deliberate. The nigga ended up gettin off on a Second Degree Attempted Murder charge. That nigga knew what the hell he was doin. How the hell do you walk to your car, go under the seat, get your loaded .45, walk to the front of your car, aim, hold that position while you are called a coward and shit and then start firing and walking toward the dude, unloading the damn gun, still be pissed and walk up on the dude you have been shooting, kisk him in the face and say "Take that pussynigga"? And then try to make it seem like you didn't have plans on killing the dude when you got your gun in the first place. Oh, and the other dude was completely un armed, smaller and just wanted to fist fight cause you were trying his woman in front of him. Bullshit.

Anyway, the reason for this blog...... Damn, I don't really know who all reads this damn thing anymore, so I am gonna have to talk candidly.....or atleast vaguely (however it is spelled....I really wish blogger had spellcheck). Damn, this is gonna be hard to really get my dilema across. Oh shit, I just noticed that blogger does have spell check....helllsss yeah.

So as I was leaving the courthouse I saw this girl I knew that is closely tied to a group that includes some one that is very close to me and an ex-girlfriend and a good female friend and a chick that I kicked it with a couple times (really, just like twice), and some of them are friends with that chick I call Triflin Chick. Me and this chick....I'll call her Amazon, know each other, but never just talked to each other really. I go over and start talkin' to her....she gets a phone call and while she is on the phone I see this other chick....I'll call her High School Crush, I hope to have shit to blog about me and her one day

Anyway, this is where the game really kinda begins...So I am over talking to High School Crush and over walks Amazon. Like walks up on us so that High School Crush speaks to her. I introduce real quick, and go back to talking to HSC. She was headed to lunch, I asked if she wanted company, but she was already meeting with her Moms, so we make tentative plans to meet up another time (It was quite obvious we knew each other and we had each other's numbers already..obvious little connection) So I was thinking like...like...like damn...this girl just done walked up on me like this...is she trying to make her presence known for a reason? Oh well, keep it rollin'

I end up offering Amazon a ride cause I had nothing to do for the rest of the day, at first she was like "Noooo, I'm just gonna wait on the bus.".......So I'm driving her to her apartment, making a little small talk, gave her a little background on me and the HSC. Soooo as we roll up to the outside of her apt. She goes "There's my apartment right there, but she said it in a way that seemed like she kinda wanted me to come in with her (I know that might sound crazy to deduce that from that simple ass little sentence, but really, I know that I am not always right, but I am damn good about knowing when chicks are digging me and want to kinda kick it....trust me.) So, before she gets out she goes "You should call me when you are in town sometimes, we can hang out. Here is my number."

I am pretty caught off guard by this. So I ask her "Do you know how far Thomasville is from here?" I just wanted to make sure that she understood that I didn't live far away.... Make sure she knew I didn't just come to town like once every six months for a couple days, but then I remember that I had already told her that I came down to Tally like every weekend. She was like "Yeah, I know, bout 30-40 miles out" .........giggity giggity.

Sooo I end up asking the person that is in this group that I am really close to and she fusses and says leave the people in her group alone. And she told me that ol girl had a b-friend already. I'm like damn.....whatever nigga, you just trying to make me stay away from Amazon. I check facebook, and sure enought it says she is in a relationship and has pics of her all booed up with some shirtless dude in her latest album.

I really like Amazons size and shape...I really really do. And I really like her boldness. I mean for real. But I don't wanna just get myself into a bad situation. But I will kinda let myself get....ummmm pulled, or "seduced" even into a bad situation. So what I am doing now is laying out an air of dissaproval of me hanging out with a chick that has a b-friend via Facebook message and will see how much her boldness will do. Its not gonna take much from her, though. I'm just gonna let myself get taken in and then maybe get to show her my ding-dang-doodle.

Have I ever told y'all that I love them nice big tall women and the whole hourglass thing? Yeah, all that shit that is Miss Amazon. And she is aggressive and shit. I love it....but knowing my luck, nothing will ever happen as it shouldn't. The smartest thing would be for me not to do nothing, but when has the gol Damn BULLY been one to be safe and smart......

-Yeeaaahh
I'm the Muthafuckin' BULLY

This is Why I'm Hot!!

Soooo, yeah, today is the MuhFukkin’ BULLY’S birfdizzle. HA!!.......HA!!...I am feeling extra cocky. It’s the 26th and I am turning 26….my moms says that means this will be a special year for me and all types of good ish is ‘posed to happen. I hope so, like maybe I’ll meet the future wifey, or get up in a nasty all night alcohol and red bull fueled manag-a-freak with a couple stout thangs with nice hips and well shaped tits. (Stoli and Red Bull is the ish and always gets me through long, hard, sleep depriving party weekends) I haven’t been in a gym since early December, but I feel great….no, really, you should touch me cause I feel great. The calisthenics thing is going pretty gosh darn well. Here is what I do in the mornings: I kinda do a circuit thing I start with pull-ups (6-10 depending on how fatigued I am) then I go to the bent knee (bout at a 120 degree angle) leg lifts for the abs (mostly lower) I get 10 of those, then I go to the hindu squats with calf raises I get ten of those then to push-ups I get 30, then to the lower back exercises I start by standing with my feet shoulder width apart, lace my fingers behind my head, then bend over until my torso is parallel to the floor, while keeping my back flat and legs almost straight, and then I stand back up, I get ten of those. (Yeah, I gotta keep that back strong for y’all ladies…….thats how I can apply all that pressure...pressure…pressure…pressure) I go through this 5 times non stop, I alternate my had grip from overhand to underhand for my pull-up sets. It takes about 15 minutes for me to go through it all, if I finish around 12-13 minutes, or only go through it 4 times I hit the punching bag for bout 3 minutes.

But, yeah, I am feeling damn good. I bought myself a really nice pocket knife and a Florida State ball cap and my moms and sister gave me some monies and I am so good. I really have been wanting a nice pocket knife forever, I’ve always just had the $7-8 ones that won’t hold an edge to save your live, but this bad boy cost $40 before tax. It is so nice and smooth feeling when I open it. Yeah, I know, I’m a simple man. I am straight geeked over a damn pocket knife. I’m simple, but I am happy and content with what I got. I had a pretty decent date on Friday, didn’t give her a kiss or nothing cause she ate garlic mayonnaise and onion rings and horse radish and brii cheese on her sandwich. I called her out on it and then gave her a good-night handshake. Pretty nice girl, she sent the happy birthday text last night, bout 12:04, making her the first person to tell me happy birthday on my birthday. Cool.

-the BULLY