My B-Day

I had a damned good day yesterday, folks. I am still kinda high off of life from yesterday.

The day started off with me having QQ's new profile picture sent to me. Yep, its a torn wifebeater...CLEEEAAAVAGE. Got a bare tittie pic from a fellow blogger. Got a pic of both bare titties from the HSC that have talked about a time or two. A nigga has never been so giddy and geeked to see a picture of some boobages. I been kinda crshing on chick since like 9th or 10th grade. Damn, I'm old. That has been 12-13 years and shit. No one else sent me any tittie pics. I didn't get any booty pics CHOCL8T & KIKI!!! Thanks a lot! Y'all really did drop the ball on the whole show the BULLY your tittie pic thing.

I ended up having heart to heart e-mails with QQ. I was all like "I was glad to see that you didn't show me your aeriolas.....I don't see you as just some hot chick that I want to fugg and then stick my finger in your ass anymore" I the called myself a superfag for saying such things.

Moms got me a pretty fat 9" bracelet with the lifetime warranty, so if that clasp ever breaks they gotta replace that beeeoootttcchh.

Had a good dinner at Red Lobster with the Fam. Desert was at the crib (My Momma's Cheesecake. Real simple (mostly cream cheese and sweetened condensed milk and home made graham cracker crust)

Ended up at a homegirl's place. She had a bouquet of roses for me. She wanted to send them to my job so I could look like the man, but she couldn't remember my company's name.

I then broke said homegirl off with some super fire ass head and some super fire ass STEVE going BALLS DEEP action. She ended up with her voice kinda gone and her back all fucked up.

As she limped to the door to let me out "Damn....I need to take a motrin"

Okay, okaaayy, so I can't take complete AAALLLLL of the credit for her mis-aligned spine. She was in a car accident a few years ago that left her back a little funny. But Steve still would have left the average girl a little wobbly. He's not in top condition, but he is weellll on his way.

HOLLA

-theMuthafuckin BULLY

B-day Tittie Pic Campaign!!

Soooo, yep, tomorrow is your boy's birthday.

I have come to the conlcusion that it will be totally awesome if chicks sent me pics of their boobies for my birthday. Yes, this idea did come up around 3:45am Saturday night while I was still drunk, but it still seems like a good idea. SSsooooooo, all you fine women out there in the Blogosphere should go ahead and send me some pic's of your boobages for my b-day.

If you don't want to send titty pics, I love me some nice booty shots too, so it be all good. And as much as I prefer to see bare ass titties and bare ass asses I won't mind if they are somewhat covered. So Bra tops, low cut tops, boy shorts, thongs, ass out draws, see through tops, spandex/tights.....any and all of that scandolous shit.

PLEASE SEND ALL PICS OF NEKKIDRY TO PUREDIESEL@GMAIL.COM

-the BULLY 27.0

Brown Likka Nikka

Ok, off top. Likka is the ebonical version of the word Liqour. I am not talkin about licking the big brown eye. (I know what you were thinking QQ)

Ok, soooo, your boy blew $800 on straight bullshit last Saturday when I was in Tampa.

I am missing my non cuddling, non interested in what I am interested in, non cooking, non sex having, non sexy clothes wearing, non inviting me out to do stuff with ex-girlfriend.

My B-day is in a few days. I think I'm funny....I don't too much care about being dolo on Valentine's day, but it always brings me down when I aint got nuttin to hug and kiss on and be hugged on and kissed on by...other than Ma BULLY. I mean I loves me some Ma BULLY, but having a broad of my own is different. Soooo, yeah, this only compounds my missing of the ex.

Anyway, I never have B-day parties. I have always had ALL of my friends around on the regular, so I did the B-day with the Fam. Weeellll, I hardly have any of my boys around. I do have a few new ones and that shit is great. One of the cats has a girlfriend whose B-day is the day before mine and since she is still in school she has tons of people around to do shit for her b-day and I just piggyback on her shit. Thats what I'm doing tonight....but before I link up I'm going to the Likka Sto' getting me a fifth of Uncle Johnny (Johnny Walker Black Label....get up on that Scotch Whiskey....Bitches), gonna go park my truck out somewhere and me and Uncle Johnny are gonna have a nice long talk and smoke some clove cigarettes. Then I will link up with the crew.

That is gonna be how this Brown Likka Nikka is gonna celebrate his 27 years on this planet.

Holla atchur boy.


_Update_
Yoooo, your boy had a fuckin' great time tonight. Lots of laughs, good amount of dancing and a fair amount of talking kinda vulgar to some good lookin' college chicks and even a good bit of ignoring this chick that I used to always hit on until like quarter to 2.

AAaaannnd, I got a call from a recently single bisexual chick that damn near begged me to come party with her next weekend for B-day. (Her b-day is the day after mine)

Yeaaahhh, get nekkid. Show me you're Aeriolas for my B-day.....send the pics to purediesel@gmail.com

-the BULLY (soon to be the BULLY 27.0)

Just like my Daddy.......naw, I don't think so

Ma Bully told me a loooonng time ago that I was a cold hearted bastard.

Yeah, she did, and yeah in a lot of circumstances I am.

I don't know if I ever blogged about this before, but I have a hard time empathizing with folks for a lot of things. And if I do empathize it doesn't always mean that I will really give a rats ass. Aaaannnndddd on top of that I get really uncomfortable with the whole expressing of emotions if the emotion isn't pissed, happy, or horny.

Case in point. A co-worker of mine lost his father this past weekend. I feel kinda bad for him, but I haven't said shit to him. Not a "Sorry bout your Pops" or "Are you ok" or none of that shit.
Another co-worker told me about a chick that used to work at the plant in S.C. and how she just died of cancer. I felt pretty bad for about a minute and then I realised that I had just confused her with a chick that I banged out a few times. Then I didn't really care so much anymore.I have to have some sort of bond, and not just a "Oh, oh yeah, I work with that guy" type bond. When my boy's Pop died I actually felt bad and went around come funeral time (I don't actually go to funerals......Hell, I wouldn't go to my own if they didn't lock niggas up in that box).

I guess it all boils down to how I grew up feeling about shit. There was just me, my moms, and my sister. Mom's sweated it out and made it good for me and my sister by herself. Very little interaction from the exteded family. There was just us. So thats how I am now. I have my small circle of family/friends and don't really give a fuck 'bout much else. I know who is there for me and have no need..or real reason to care about much else.

Damn, now that I think about it I'm not the cold hearted bastard that I used to be. I was actually felt bad when Pimp C died. I especially used to not give a fuck when celeberities died. I would be quick to say "I don't give a fuck if Tupac is dead. That nigga don't know me and would care if I died" I really used to not give a fuck. This is how gangsta I used to be. I remember when my Dad's mom died. I was like 2 or 3 yrs old. I didn't like that bitch. I didn't want to go to her funeral. I was 2 and a half and was like "So, I didn't like her anyway" (Real talk....I am not making this shit up)

Damn, I guess I'm not just like my Daddy. That nigga used to just not care. He told my moms, long before they divorced, that if she ever divorced him that he would break all ties with my sister and I. He might have been a cold hearted bastard but atleast that nigga knew how to keep his word. I don't think I could ever do some shit like that. Maybe cause I know what it is like to grow up without a pops, maybe just cause I know doing that shit is wrong......prolly a combination of the 2.

Hola Putos!!

That was a little espaniol for my homey QQ.

So....Niggas and Bitches....and for you lurkin ass lurkers Bitch ass niggas This is another alcohol induced blizzog from your boy.


So, yeah, I am back down in Tampuh, stayin with my Homie T from Connecticut. She is going in to work tomorrow early as hell for a hot minute, so she went on to bed.

I'm dressed pretty fly, gettin my pre-sip on 'fo I head to this little clizzub.

T is a cool as chick. Maaaaad cool. Last weekend after banging some broad out I sent a text to my boy Bello sayin "I'm just gonna find a broad like T and I'm gonna wifey her up". Yeah, she, is a good chick. She is attractive, kinda tomboyish, but still pretty girlie, Ma Bully digs her and she likes to throw down in the kitchen. The weird thing is that she is my only female friend that i haven't had any sort of sexual type thing with. The only one and I kinda like that. I can kick it with her and not have to worry about sexual tension.....Well, not really.

I used to be alot more sexually attracted to her, but she has gotten a lot skinnier and its kinda like that sexual spark aint there, even though she is still a hot chick and at some glances I kinda get turned on. Like I'll happen to look at her super flat stomach and be like DDDAAAAMMMNNN thats kinda sexy. And then I can't completely talk to her about sexual type stuff without feeling a little weird. Like we got to talking and she told me about this female that we both know and how the female has had a twois with 2 dudes. T said she was kinda jealous.

Now under normal circumstances I would just sujjest myself and one o' my boys, or myself and Who Gives a Fuck. I just kinda played it cool and told her that I didn't see it as that big a deal and that I figured that damn near everychick would do it if offered the oppurtunity (maybe I'm jaded...but hell, I've tag team banged a chick with one of my boys before and known 2 other chicks that I banged that wanted it to happen....whatever)

Anyway, I don't even know why I started this blizzog.....oh, and it somehow came up that she told me that her boobages was 36 D.......damn, maybe I should have started suckin' on 'em immediately.

I kinda like the idea of us being actual platonic friends and me not just having to lie to chicks that I am involved with, but I still kinda wanna bang her out.....freak her like she wouldn't expect as a matter of fact, but....I really wouldn't even feel right doing it.

Ok, lemme get back to my pre-sip so I can DIP to the club, meet a bitch, go back to her place, bang her out and then have a story to tell T in the morning.

-Nuttayballs

Happy Valentine's Day....or Nappy Times Day , thats what I am celibrating.

SSsooooo, yeah, the BULLY decided to not brush or comb or nothing to his hair today outside of shampooing and spraying it down with oil sheen.

My shit is nappy as hell right now. The kuckaburroes can be each singularly counted.

Maybe I will think to photograph my nappy ass head whenI get home and post so yall can partake in the excitement that is NAPPY Times day.

the BULLY is OHN it!!

It kinda looks like your boy has a mohawk, doesn't it?

But, yeah, I have the unique distinction of being the first Male Model for www.ohellnawl.wordpress.com. I tried to get 'em to send some them O Hell Nawl drawls...the Hussy ass Heffa Thongs that is, but they didn't think the Blogosphere was ready to be that up close and personal with Steve.

But, yeah, them there negroes be my peoples over there at www.ohellnawl.wordpress.com so go check 'em out. Oh, and you can check their site with links to the drawls and stuff at www.ohellnawl.com. Tell 'em the BULLY sent you and I'll try to parlay this into them giving me some more free shit and drawls and all that there like that there.

Anyway.....I got some news for y'all folks. The new site for TEAM DIESEL is now up. We done started things off with a bang...ha ha. Y'all head on over and check things on out.

-the BULLY aka El Capitan Pinga Loca (The captain of Team Diesel)

Yeeeaaahhhh

I think I wanna start another blizzog. I wanna make it a place for me to release nothing but that super rawness that seems to bubble up in me when I am working out all hard and stuff. A blog about me working out.....Well, me and my boys working out. We gonna be up in the M-I-Yayo together up on the beach trying to look all diesel and all that there like that there. My boys are all a bunch of gym heads. I be wanting to talk mad shit about my training sessions, but them niggas is in Cali, this country nigga called the BULLY is in South Jawga. Besides....I think it would be fuckin' Hillarious to hear us talking all that shit in print. Just talking shit bout erything....anything. From Cats being Cock Blocks (Captain Cockblock to be exact) and their cock blocking girlfriends (Colonel Clank......she be throwing monkey wrenches in yo shit).

We could talk about Captain Snatch up a Little Asian Broad too.

We gonna have this other cat with us this time. This niggro is a mad funny cat. He is one of them cats that is real extra with the "Hey man, there is a lady around.......Hey yall, lets let these ladies go first.....let me get you ladies some drinks.....I respect you ladies soooo much......I can't believe some one would refer to you ladies as B's....type dudes. But catch that man when aint no women around....AAAnnnndddd let him be on some drink. "Lets go fuck these hos......them tricks aint shit....Nigga I ain't got no girlfriend tonight......Awwww skeet skeet skeet bitches.......trick ass ho ass beee--iiiiiii---eeeooootch!!!

Straight Wildin'.

My friends are all fools.

Anyway....I wanna start another blog for us to start talking shit about our works outs and stuff. C'mon now Big C and E-dot......maybe we will try toget Mr. Triathalon to join in....with his ol' punk ass married self.

-the BULLY (the Captain of Team Diesel)

Gasparilla

I don't really feel like writing nothin' now, but I guess I will just post some of deez pics (Here you are my dear Eb the Celeb).

So...yeah, this is your boy. 5'9" 260lbs. See, I'm not as big around as I am tall. Got a little gut, chest done kinda fell off, but I'm getttin right. I done posted pics so now their is no turning back. This pic was taken on Jan. 26, exactly a month from my birthday. That is when the next pic will get posted. I think monthly pic/updates will help keep me on the right path. I got a total of 3 days less than 4 months to be right for South Beach.

The shirt says "rub my nuts for good luck" . Sometimes chicks do. I don't know if it brings them good luck , but getting my nuts rubbed is always good for me.

I don't even know why I took the pic with this chick. But..y'all see the cran juice bottle? Yeah, there was a lot of Stoli up in there.


She is sooooo not hot, but her titties were out and she is dressed all goth and stuff and I was drunk (See how closely I am holding that juice bottle.)

Yep....its fun taking pics with random people, especially while wearing a mullet wig.

-the BULLY

Maybe my tolerance is a little high

So, yeah, I went and met up with my boys Saturday night to watch the UFC fight at Miller's Ale House (Where we watch all of the UFC fights). I got there around 11:15 and left about an hour later. So as we were getting up and I was swallowing the last little bit o' beer that I bought I realized that I had just killed a fuckin' pitcher of beer. And what made it so bad was that your boy was not at all buzzed feeling. Yeah, granted, I ate a meal while I was drinking, but damn. Some other cat that was there was like "That's a little scary". Aaaannnnddd then after that I went to a club and had like 4 more beers and 2 Jager Bombs...got a little buzzed. Now, what is actually scary is that I can't hold a match to the drinking that I used to do when was in college.

Oh my god.

But then again I was found sleeping on the bathroom floor a few times by Ma Bully ...and there was that time she found my passed out on the livingrom sofa.....buckets nekkeid from the waste down.

I hollared at this other chick this weekend (surprise surfuckingprise). I've seen her around a bit (she is part of the group that I used to do the martial arts training with for a hot minute.) She is nuts like my boys that do the martial arts training too. Example: Me and my boy got to talking shit to each other with our pocket knives out (yeah, it happens more often than not) She goes "Oh, everybody got knives out except for me, huh" I say "Yeah, you better grab one of Lil' Man's". She walks over to her boot and pulls out her own knife...with a lavendar handle........and when called out on the pretty little knife she goes "It matches my socks".

She doesn't watch tv, just reads alot. She is part jamaican. Has natural hair. Is pretty afrocentric. Does yoga and talks about focusing Chakras and shit. She works in this Afrocentric Bookstore (Yeah, Big C...you know which bookstore I'm tombout). She could undoubtedly kick my ass/kill me with her bare hands (That martial arts group thing is SICK!!!). She seems like a really interesting person. Oh, did I mention that she is fine as a FUCK!!! She is a chick that I would actually just like to kick it with and kinda get in her head and actually wanna do that more than I want....well want to do that about the same amount as I want to play "Passa el Mano". I'm about 73% sure that I will never even end up doing anything with her at all, I mean telephone call or nothing, but I will try. What I really wanna do is try to go by her job and get her to showaround the bookstore and have her help me pick out my next book to read.

But damn....that shit would be awesome if I did bang her out. I could say I did an Afro-Ninja Chick. And she just so fine. I took a pic of her and I'm thinking bout putting it on here...but then again I don't wan't to be killed by an Afro-Ninja chick that is pissed at me for posting her pic online.

-the BULLY

AAaahhhh

I just booked my boys' and my.....ok, I don't know the grammatically correct way of saying way of saying this. If you do then kiss my ass. Anyway I just booked our hotel for our trip to South Beach during Memorial day weekend. We gonna spend 4 days down there this year. Checking in Friday, checking out Tuesday. That way we will have a day to just chillax before we bizzounce. Most folks peace out on Monday.

Damn......4 months away.

I'm trying for a different look, and my goal is to maintain it for/through that weekend. Yeah, the BULLY is growin' a little fro....and a beard. I'm gonna be looking straight crazy. Not too bad , though, cuz I am gonna keep my shit taped up. Well...kinda keep it up. I'm looking at every 2 weeks to get an edge up on the hair and bizzeard. Maybe its a little gay, but I'm doing it as a post break up change type thing. Besides......a nigga been wanting to grow out his hair for a while....try to look like ol' boy off CSI:Las Vegas. (Just by the hair....there aint nothing big, short, or dark about that freckle havin' knee grow.)

Ma BULLY says I should do the fade into the fro type thing...I think I'll just rock the tight edge up and let it go.

I aaaaammm sssssooooo glad the weekend his here. I mean, I'm still prolly gonna come up in here for a little tomorrow, but I don't worry about it so muc cause its just me and I can focus on what I need to do and get it done right quick.

I wish Memorial Day Weekend wasn't so damn far from now, but it will help me in my work outs cause it will be a great motivator. I really wanna be the dude without a shirt and actually pull females just off that. I ain't trying to have a six pack or nothing....big boys like me don't get six packs. I'll look damn good with out the kizzeg that I got.

Skeet Skeet Skkeeeeeeeet

I just felt like doing that.

Yeah, I got some pics from my weekend in Tampuh. I gotta figure out how to put pics up on blogger.

Oh, I guess that shit aint so hard to do. Yeah, that's me and I be punchin' the shit outta elephants.

And I am a writer, director, and producer of Turtle Porn.....Snappin' Turtle Porn to be exact.

I think the A-Team Van is Fuckin' Awesome.....but not as awesome as Serena's AAAaaasssssss

they should have never let me find that add picture button.........Its about to get real off da chain in huuurrrr

-the Picture Posting BULLY