Dry ground, BITCHES....

Dry ground muthafuckahs. I can see that shit. I can see that shit through muddy water. Thats what I tell EVERY female that I talk to. I tell 'em that shit early on. I be like "Yeah, folks always think that cause I am all goofy and silly and shit that I am stupid and or naive. On the real, though, I am VERY observant. I pay attention to everything...I mean EVERYTHING and I will remember that shit.......Fa' real. I can see dry ground through muddy water".

Basically all that shit means I can see through all the bullshit. I can smell that shit as soon as it starts to poke out. I tell them females that I am gonna know shit and not bring it up until that shit is most beneficial and most hurtful/embarassing to you. Do they ever listen? Hell no.

Them broads always think they are fuckin smart. I thinkin like "Bitch, I told you not to try that shit. Now look at you looking all silly and confused. " Why do some muthahfuckin' ladies (some muthafuckin ladies = BITCHES and the like) always feel the need to try to out smart a mofo? I'm not gonna say I can't be outsmarted, but its gonna have to be from some chick that is slick enough to not change normal habits, or forget what they did and or said earlier, or be completely awkward in their actions.

I mean dam, I had to bust out 2 bitches tonight. I'm getting old and I don't have no patience for that shit no more. The first girl wanna be late with coming to the crib, didn't give me no courtesy call or nothing letting me know what the hold up was when she finally was on her way over I had to call her up:

theBULLY:Hey
bitch:hey, Whats up?
theBULLY:Yeeaaahhhh, something just came up
bitch:O, ok
theBULL:.....I'm gonna have to reschedule for another time.......aight, bye.

That bitch is gonna call me by sunday eve.

The second for the night told me when she first called me that she was teaching me a lesson for being so cocky. (I was on that dring when I met her and didn't remember really anything from that portion of the night, so, yeah, no doubt I was on some bullshit.) Her silly country ass was like "Yeah, you told me you just knew I was gonna call you the next day...." (She waited almost 2 weeks) I rolled with it, but after her continuously bringing it up, like it was some Great Success for her to not call me for 2 weeks. Bitch...if I really cared I would not have just given you my card on top of me being a dick. So finally I busted her out

her: Yeah, thats just why I didn't call you for almost 2 weeks
theBULLY:(said cool and nonchalant) .....but you called

That stopped her from bringing that shit up.

She was over to the crib shortly before me starting this blog. We were watching a movie and I sat down beside her raised up my arm and she leaned in. As soon as the first credit rolled she abruptly moved from right next to me. (And naw, a nigga was not musty or nothing. She the one that drove 30-40 miles from Tallahassee, Fla. to Thomasville, Ga. to my spot. This doesn't sound like much, but when she was on the way and on the phone she blurted out "I going back home tonight".....bitch, did I say shit about asking you to stay?
The first time we met up she told me that she had "rules" and "didn't do stuff like most other girls"

Dry ground translation: I'm gonna act like I am miss super goody to get you thinking I am a really nice girl, but in the process I am gonna overdo-it with the "good girl" shit. What "good girl" has the need to tell a dude that is being a PERFECT GENTLEMAN that she has "rules". And then out of the blue like that?

As she was leaving I told her that something wasn't right. Her movements were too abrupt and something wasn't right.

Fuck her.

I'm gonna not call her and she will be hittin me up too.

If they wanna act like no good bitches I will act like a no good nigga and fuck them and then watch them looking like damn....how did I just miss out on that come-up?

99th BLOG MuthahFuckahs......Milestone and shit

-the MOTHERFUCKING BULLY

Fuck them cats that are locked up

Naw...I mean really...Fuck them!!!!

Ok, check it. It seems like the new...ummm, cool....keeping it real type thing to do is to give cats that are in jail shout outs and shit. I listen to XM Radio, mostly 66 Raw and I have been hearing Mz. Kitty tonboutsum one time for them nigga thats locked up and and and We got love for yall niggas, be strong till you get out and shit. And THEEEEENNNNN I heard one of the D.J.'s on local ass radio in Tallahassee giving some jailbird ass niggas shouts out and bout he had some free passes to the club when they get out and shit just cause they are listeners. I say FUCK THEM JAILBIRD ASS CATS.

Really, cause a lot ofcats get locked up for some fucked up shit like robbing grandmas and sticking their fingers and cacks in little boy's assholes and slappin nunns and spittin on flags and murking niggas and all that. I mean, yeah, when the get out treat bout normal, but don't hype them niggas for being in jail. Don't boost them niggas for doing shit that warrants them going to jail. What does that shit tell our kids? What is that doing to us as a people.....us as a culture? I mean for real.

SSShhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttt......

I mean, if a nigga.......or a cracka, spic, gook, chink, jap, wop, wetback, redskin, sand nigga, I mean anyone goes to jail we need to let them pay the fucking cost. The cost which does not include glorification.

I'm done.

-the BULLY

Good life….bad blogging

I just realized, well actullyI noticed this a long time ago, that the better shit is for me in life the less I blog and the less I do those oh so fun super angry passionate blogs. Oh well, I get tired of doing those heavy, not lighthearted blogs.

Anywizzay…lets see here…whats hannanin in the life of the BULLY? Ooh, ok, this is gonna be kinda weird. This is about a dream that I had. I don’t think I have ever talked about my dreams on here. Matter of fact, I hardly ever talk about my dreams to anyone cause them joints are straight up crazy and weird….thats even to me. Soooooo…..background: Forbidden chick, I’ve blogged about her plenty of times, but don’t think I ever really explained why I call her that and the relationship, so here it goes. She used to be the Fiance of a dude that use to be my “Boy” (Good Friend). I will call him Triflin Nigga (No relationship to trifling chick). Well Triflin Nigga has a new girlfriend….errr fiancé. Me and this broad never really got along. Triflin Nigga prolly filled her head with some shit and she is one of those “Niggas should treat me like I am a princess” type ghetto chicks. I mean this broads has made statements like she wanted to fight the muthafuckin’ BULLY (She had better be careful cause this nigga is all about Equal Oppurtunity). Anywizzle, back to the dream…..cuttin past the weird stuff that I don’t really remember, I end up walking into a restaurant off of Tennessee St.. It was one of those types that has a bench for you to sit on while you wait to be seated, and there they were, Triflin Nigga and his new fiancé, sittin there. I Start makin small talk and then the new fiancé starts kinda opening and closing her legs. You know…giving your boy some quick crotch shots.

Now at first I figure it is accidental, but then she kinda pull the draws to the side…now I’m getting money shots. So, I’m all like whoa….and looking at Triflin Nigga to see if he knows whats going on and then he ends up reaching over and holdin the draws to the side…….so I go over and end up finger banging ol girl. And that was all I remember. Weird. I am one of those people that has lots of dreams and I know none of them ever mean shit. They are just weird. I don’t even kick it with the peoples anymore. I mean at all, not a damn facebook message or nothing. I guess maybe I dreamed about it for a couple of reasons. Another friend of Triflin Nigga and his bitch ended up inviting me to a surprise party for his birthday. And I guess thinking bout that and combining it with the fact that his ex fiancé, Forbidden Chick, always wanted some of this, even when they were together, left my sub-concious something to manipulate. My subconscious was like “Hey, nigga, it could happen again!!” Would I do it again???? Hells yeah!! I’m grimy. I would laugh so hard of that shit. I’m not talking about my normal grown man type, Haha that comes from watching “Eddie Murphy: RAW” laugh. I’m talking about that devilish little kid laugh that I did when I played Halo with the boys and would sneak up on someone and catch ‘em in the back of the head with the shotty. I’m talking about that kinda high pitched, damn near girly HEHEHEHEHE type giggle laugh.

Y’all should hear me do that laugh…..naw, even better, yall should be around to see or hear what ever it is that I did or saw happen that made me laugh like that. I laugh like that when I see a chick in the club, or something, have a wardrobe malfunction and a tittie falls out and then I walk up on ‘em real cool like and lean in close, kinda whisper and then point at it while I say “Baby,…you know your tittie is out, right?”

That shit is hella funny to me.

-the muthafuckin’ BULLY