<?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-26571142</id><updated>2011-08-22T17:43:28.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Dice</title><subtitle type='html'>I reject your reality and substitute it with my own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-8074914566074322489</id><published>2010-02-03T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:21:48.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Synergy. I dont remember what happened but whatever did happen was a fucken ride!"&lt;/span&gt; Wally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those posts that you see months later and be like "Whoah that shit was cool. Why didnt I go". Just to get you up to date I was invited to the Synergy Live Festival a coupla coupla ago to go and do the thing that I do. Now I'll be honest, this is the second festival I have EVER been at. EVER! And to be honest I have no idea why in the fuck I havent been to festivals before. That shit is bangin! If I could do that kinda shit every second weekend I'd be a happy guy. So much happened and to be honest my camera died out half way through the thing so I didnt even get to capture all the madness. But in truth even if my cam wasnt dead, i doubt I would have been able to even do that. All I'm gonna say is...it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loMpwYEdI/AAAAAAAAB2U/QOFpZNh8C-E/s1600-h/DSC_6106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loMpwYEdI/AAAAAAAAB2U/QOFpZNh8C-E/s320/DSC_6106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433988991975690706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so fucken hot on the way I was tryin to capture the beads of sweat on my face. Alas, all I got was my big ass five-head with a lotta sunshine on it. No worries, you dont have to tell me, I know I got a big forehead. Im not ashamed. Although it is a damn shame how big it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loNF4D69I/AAAAAAAAB2c/mDb0GtT3X04/s1600-h/DSC_6109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loNF4D69I/AAAAAAAAB2c/mDb0GtT3X04/s320/DSC_6109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433988999524117458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In any case we got to the spot and after setting up our tent and getting our shit together we went out to see what was the whole deal with this festival. Next thing you know I bump into all the rappers. Yes its true all the fellas you see in this picture are rappers. ALL. Makes you think innit? Between all of them, all the shit they have to say, you could write a book. So what if the book is about bitches, beers and blunts. Its still a book innit? Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loNTfN2CI/AAAAAAAAB2k/cYkJRmmUgfY/s1600-h/DSC_6122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loNTfN2CI/AAAAAAAAB2k/cYkJRmmUgfY/s320/DSC_6122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989003178006562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also in the mix was Spooky. Pity cause she had to bounce early cause she had a gig back in the city on the same night so she couldnt stay over the weekend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loONpnW7I/AAAAAAAAB2s/QCMM6tfCe-M/s1600-h/DSC_6123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loONpnW7I/AAAAAAAAB2s/QCMM6tfCe-M/s320/DSC_6123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989018790878130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I met these girls. To be honest I'm not one to know about who's who out in the mix out in these streets but these girls were apparently people in the bizz. Ahem....so...who gives a fuck right? *hand not raised*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo4pxpyLI/AAAAAAAAB20/FfcXWy8OQno/s1600-h/DSC_6127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo4pxpyLI/AAAAAAAAB20/FfcXWy8OQno/s320/DSC_6127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989747895290034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then  theres this guy. Hella talent. Thats all I'm going to say. Hella talant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo5DuT_cI/AAAAAAAAB28/BBSX7zDU5IA/s1600-h/DSC_6128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo5DuT_cI/AAAAAAAAB28/BBSX7zDU5IA/s320/DSC_6128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989754860600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andiwon in the mix&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo5m-q2RI/AAAAAAAAB3E/fgRYAZGyL7o/s1600-h/DSC_6129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo5m-q2RI/AAAAAAAAB3E/fgRYAZGyL7o/s320/DSC_6129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989764324448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo565USqI/AAAAAAAAB3M/RANh6s4P73Y/s1600-h/DSC_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo565USqI/AAAAAAAAB3M/RANh6s4P73Y/s320/DSC_6130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989769670707874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I AM WAVES! "Okay, everybody go crazy" Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo6W8iNXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/SqR3vOlFZyk/s1600-h/DSC_6147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lo6W8iNXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/SqR3vOlFZyk/s320/DSC_6147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433989777200395634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the evening rolled on and this crazy chica came out the wood works. A big bowl of fun she is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lps972DXI/AAAAAAAAB3c/lUO7RyKTPFY/s1600-h/DSC_6150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lps972DXI/AAAAAAAAB3c/lUO7RyKTPFY/s320/DSC_6150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990646659943794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as I was getting drunk, I remembered that I was kinda there for work, kinda, so I figured lemme go to the main stage and she exactly what was going on on the main stage. It was kinda cool. But I have to say, backstage was a load of crap. In all my experiences of backstage, they've always been shitty. WTF? Why cant I ever bump into a jiggy ass back stage with naked girls and fire-breathers. Just sayin...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lptf7lMUI/AAAAAAAAB3k/HqyIODLGWMY/s1600-h/DSC_6154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lptf7lMUI/AAAAAAAAB3k/HqyIODLGWMY/s320/DSC_6154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990655785644354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, so i went and did my photo thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lptm-muuI/AAAAAAAAB3s/wxhbPjcSa8M/s1600-h/DSC_6161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lptm-muuI/AAAAAAAAB3s/wxhbPjcSa8M/s320/DSC_6161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990657677376226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these guys were bout to get on. Not sure if this is the Dirty Skirts or The Parlotones or whatever. Honestly this is not my typsa music, but I figured somebody out there will appreciate these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lpuHAc0bI/AAAAAAAAB30/52EDLk7u614/s1600-h/DSC_6172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lpuHAc0bI/AAAAAAAAB30/52EDLk7u614/s320/DSC_6172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990666275049906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always wanted to get a shot like this. Only thing missing is the crowd in the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lpumdcAKI/AAAAAAAAB38/RR8rnKSTyzo/s1600-h/DSC_6226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lpumdcAKI/AAAAAAAAB38/RR8rnKSTyzo/s320/DSC_6226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990674718130338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after all the Rock n Roll and Metal was done I went back to assignment and went into Rap City. See all my people(who just so happen to be rappers and DJ's...go figure) were performing on the Friday night in one tent. And in that same breath, they were all tenting right next to us. So HMac rightfully named our entire pack the Rap City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqVRLAgdI/AAAAAAAAB4E/VOa44-DgFvc/s1600-h/DSC_6280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqVRLAgdI/AAAAAAAAB4E/VOa44-DgFvc/s320/DSC_6280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433991339018584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was the area. Just to get it out the way all that performed were Ill Skillz, Fifth Floor, Jaak, Rattex, ETC Crew. You might know em, you might not. If you dont then do yourself a favour and get to know them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqVqtUd0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/Tz_GBujzmwM/s1600-h/DSC_6298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqVqtUd0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/Tz_GBujzmwM/s320/DSC_6298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433991345873385282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HMac with the shequida's. All bullshit aside, they were pretty cool chicks considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqWYkBzsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Y_xfXQDpfcY/s1600-h/DSC_6348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqWYkBzsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Y_xfXQDpfcY/s320/DSC_6348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433991358182444738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PBody and JayMoney. I think this was the time of the night when we all decided to escape reality. And the next coupla pics tell why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltYC4Ne2I/AAAAAAAAB5c/xgrkJqoZfQw/s1600-h/DSC_6637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltYC4Ne2I/AAAAAAAAB5c/xgrkJqoZfQw/s320/DSC_6637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994685256137570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltXlU6g2I/AAAAAAAAB5U/tJf66ozEGvo/s1600-h/DSC_6630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltXlU6g2I/AAAAAAAAB5U/tJf66ozEGvo/s320/DSC_6630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994677323465570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite pic of Griste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnxK-djI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-r5YucYzXxU/s1600-h/DSC_6579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnxK-djI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-r5YucYzXxU/s320/DSC_6579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993855869285938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! Ray Ray lookin, like a ponce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnaJ71yI/AAAAAAAAB5E/6tPJYLdpBeo/s1600-h/DSC_6507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnaJ71yI/AAAAAAAAB5E/6tPJYLdpBeo/s320/DSC_6507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993849690904354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this random cutie. I dont know who took this pic, but I'm glad they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnBzZjhI/AAAAAAAAB48/A74vJibgPY4/s1600-h/DSC_6478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsnBzZjhI/AAAAAAAAB48/A74vJibgPY4/s320/DSC_6478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993843153931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! Can you tell I'm to' up! What a lovely evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsmqLIa9I/AAAAAAAAB40/uy0lYU1yHdw/s1600-h/DSC_6422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsmqLIa9I/AAAAAAAAB40/uy0lYU1yHdw/s320/DSC_6422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993836811021266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had this whole speech lined up bout this picture to tell you how gay Ray looked in this pic but I completely forgot bout it. Anyway, count yourself luck guy. I was bout to tear you a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsmcEbQdI/AAAAAAAAB4s/DFqleD9X9iQ/s1600-h/DSC_6406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lsmcEbQdI/AAAAAAAAB4s/DFqleD9X9iQ/s320/DSC_6406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993833024799186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flexx, doing Flexx kinda things. Anybody who has seen him perform knows this isnt anything new. I once saw him do an entire flip on stage while performing a verse. For real. So......yah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqWxGOL2I/AAAAAAAAB4k/EDcvfW3OG0c/s1600-h/DSC_6370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lqWxGOL2I/AAAAAAAAB4k/EDcvfW3OG0c/s320/DSC_6370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433991364768313186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there was this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltYSDVHMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/89FYuveCKNg/s1600-h/DSC_6705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltYSDVHMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/89FYuveCKNg/s320/DSC_6705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994689329306818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I left the tent to go see what was happening out there in the 'streets'. And I saw these two chicks totallty tripping on some shit laughin their asses off on the grass. At least I thought it was two chicks, until upon closer inspection t was a dude and a girl. WTF. This whole androgynous thing goin too far. Just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltY23H7TI/AAAAAAAAB5s/GQmGl2HDgKE/s1600-h/DSC_6732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltY23H7TI/AAAAAAAAB5s/GQmGl2HDgKE/s320/DSC_6732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994699210222898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gummy Beary Juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next morning came along. I will be honest, even though its months later while I write this post I still dont remember what happened that night. Alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltZHUazmI/AAAAAAAAB50/tvrLpFq-QzA/s1600-h/DSC_6734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2ltZHUazmI/AAAAAAAAB50/tvrLpFq-QzA/s320/DSC_6734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994703628062306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I woke up and stumbled out of my tent to Rap City to find KJF and her happy face. Mind you I think I was still a little fucked up from the previous eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luJiwiLpI/AAAAAAAAB58/paCNBGik9R8/s1600-h/DSC_6742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luJiwiLpI/AAAAAAAAB58/paCNBGik9R8/s320/DSC_6742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995535627464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then...FUCKEN. GUM ON. MY. SHOE. fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luKJZeSGI/AAAAAAAAB6E/qwaACaQ-JbI/s1600-h/DSC_6746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luKJZeSGI/AAAAAAAAB6E/qwaACaQ-JbI/s320/DSC_6746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995545999722594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I met this dime piece. One the first girls Ive met in a while who not only banging and really cool. These qualities are a rarity in this day and time. Ladies, take note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luKtIrYNI/AAAAAAAAB6M/2jtL9_wW_A4/s1600-h/DSC_6760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luKtIrYNI/AAAAAAAAB6M/2jtL9_wW_A4/s320/DSC_6760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995555592954066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check the stripes son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luK2etEaI/AAAAAAAAB6U/2uRnGF1Ld8Q/s1600-h/DSC_6765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luK2etEaI/AAAAAAAAB6U/2uRnGF1Ld8Q/s320/DSC_6765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995558101258658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HMac enjoy the glory of the sun, "Wake up out the bed, turn my swag on!!!!!!!!!!!" Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luLEliz2I/AAAAAAAAB6c/D18CUDqumqY/s1600-h/DSC_6801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2luLEliz2I/AAAAAAAAB6c/D18CUDqumqY/s320/DSC_6801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995561888042850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is errbody at like 11 inna morn. I wont lie, it was hot. We were sweating like a peado in a playground. But its so nice to wake up to have really cool people all round you. I really see why people do festivals. I WANT MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu5Ye8YsI/AAAAAAAAB6k/pseKmMTQiNk/s1600-h/DSC_6819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu5Ye8YsI/AAAAAAAAB6k/pseKmMTQiNk/s320/DSC_6819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996357503050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we hung out, talked shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu5gHsKrI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2g_HiZHMyBs/s1600-h/DSC_6841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu5gHsKrI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2g_HiZHMyBs/s320/DSC_6841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996359553002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6KomfMI/AAAAAAAAB60/EXVpgcckVV0/s1600-h/DSC_6843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6KomfMI/AAAAAAAAB60/EXVpgcckVV0/s320/DSC_6843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996370965331138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...sprayed sun tan lotion all over our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6fYSLOI/AAAAAAAAB68/9BAN4QHV2GM/s1600-h/DSC_6854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6fYSLOI/AAAAAAAAB68/9BAN4QHV2GM/s320/DSC_6854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996376534035682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...posed in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6gLJ86I/AAAAAAAAB7E/NXKDYD1FDPo/s1600-h/DSC_6891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lu6gLJ86I/AAAAAAAAB7E/NXKDYD1FDPo/s320/DSC_6891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433996376747406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and took pretty pictures of our legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvpgkj-NI/AAAAAAAAB7M/WaQMh3HbSXw/s1600-h/DSC_6896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvpgkj-NI/AAAAAAAAB7M/WaQMh3HbSXw/s320/DSC_6896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433997184307820754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When things got a little hot, we decided to go to the river and cool off. It was so incredible! The entire river was filled with people drinking and laughing. Only thing bothering me was people pissing and getting that piss hitting you downstream. Although after a while, when you zooted those kinda things dont matter any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvqFvfvMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/DKopt52tRdg/s1600-h/DSC_6928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvqFvfvMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/DKopt52tRdg/s320/DSC_6928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433997194285792450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kio, knocking back a cold one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvqdXWCqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/UFA10SMn0Vs/s1600-h/DSC_6955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvqdXWCqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/UFA10SMn0Vs/s320/DSC_6955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433997200626944674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvq7_zc8I/AAAAAAAAB7k/ZZWs1R0GK0A/s1600-h/DSC_6956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvq7_zc8I/AAAAAAAAB7k/ZZWs1R0GK0A/s320/DSC_6956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433997208849707970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lala being stoopid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvrFLMklI/AAAAAAAAB7s/PvTeWSvcH3E/s1600-h/DSC_7069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvrFLMklI/AAAAAAAAB7s/PvTeWSvcH3E/s320/DSC_7069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433997211313410642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And her eating a lolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a right good time. I wish my camera was still good but it died just after this. The festival was hella dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im signing off. Till the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payce!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2lvrFLMklI/AAAAAAAAB7s/PvTeWSvcH3E/s1600-h/DSC_7069.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-8074914566074322489?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/8074914566074322489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=8074914566074322489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8074914566074322489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8074914566074322489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2010/02/synergy.html' title=''/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S2loMpwYEdI/AAAAAAAAB2U/QOFpZNh8C-E/s72-c/DSC_6106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-5371210383935281987</id><published>2010-01-20T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:08:01.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Halloween. Okay My First Dress Up Halloween</title><content type='html'>Alright, now I have to say before I get into this that I just might get a lot of grief for this post. Not because I'm going to say anything out of the ordinary or anything like that, just because I'm going to show you a picture that has people still dissing my ass to this day. Look Ive said it once  and I'll say it again. I just dont give a fuck. So go ahead and judge me if you want but whats done is done. Okay lets not get into it yet, you'll see soon enough what I'm talking about. Lemme set the scene: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a cold dark night, and the wind was howling like the banshees!...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I kid. This isnt a horror story. My buddys eMKeezy and Ant had a joined birthday party recently. And coincidentally the party fell on the same day as Halloween. The theme for the party was Gangsters and Hipsters. This is how it went down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crUEoP4hI/AAAAAAAABy0/f86NnMJ8Hww/s1600-h/DSC_4595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crUEoP4hI/AAAAAAAABy0/f86NnMJ8Hww/s320/DSC_4595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855499658355218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And right on que, the two hosts. If you guys are reading this, thanks for the epic party. It was grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpOEjBn2I/AAAAAAAABxc/3euD19QhciE/s1600-h/DSC_4564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpOEjBn2I/AAAAAAAABxc/3euD19QhciE/s320/DSC_4564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428853197533978466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, so P-Body, Sneed and AD went as gangsters and this is P's attempt at the NWA gangster. I say he pulled it off. Except that gay ass pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvGPorenI/AAAAAAAAB18/2q3qScf1JRw/s1600-h/DSC_4772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvGPorenI/AAAAAAAAB18/2q3qScf1JRw/s320/DSC_4772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428859660141296242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the gangser couple. If I'm not mistaken this is the Blood &amp;amp; Crypts vibe right? Haha, check out Cee's drawls are all hanging above her shirt. Ola cholito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpN2YPr0I/AAAAAAAABxU/5PP78_ReuQc/s1600-h/DSC_4563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpN2YPr0I/AAAAAAAABxU/5PP78_ReuQc/s320/DSC_4563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428853193730666306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneed getting busy and burning some rug. Oh shit, I just noticed that chica behind him is totally checking his booty out. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvFIJ3rHI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Bd-4x7YUmDg/s1600-h/DSC_4728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvFIJ3rHI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Bd-4x7YUmDg/s320/DSC_4728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428859640953154674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh shit! Yeah I have to be honest that I am sooooo much more trigger happy when this little guy is around. So anybody out there who wants to book me to shoot at their party, just remember this little tidbit. Jager = 8/10, Tequila = 10/10. You'll be a happy client I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvElHnW4I/AAAAAAAAB1k/UF6zRJy3pLQ/s1600-h/DSC_4727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvElHnW4I/AAAAAAAAB1k/UF6zRJy3pLQ/s320/DSC_4727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428859631548455810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ant was very generous with the helpings. Thanks Ant, it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuHvFXicI/AAAAAAAAB1U/7hB3SElFFGo/s1600-h/DSC_4714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuHvFXicI/AAAAAAAAB1U/7hB3SElFFGo/s320/DSC_4714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428858586251364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gangstarrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuHekTjTI/AAAAAAAAB1M/RBR8DJxcN7E/s1600-h/DSC_4708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuHekTjTI/AAAAAAAAB1M/RBR8DJxcN7E/s320/DSC_4708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428858581817724210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Seebs pulling out the gang signs. Actually now that I think about it, everybody dressed as gangsters that night. I was the only dood who didnt. You wanna see what I rocked. Just wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuGjUZmWI/AAAAAAAAB1E/pw_UMWA-zpE/s1600-h/DSC_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuGjUZmWI/AAAAAAAAB1E/pw_UMWA-zpE/s320/DSC_4703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428858565913319778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some skeletor and pirate vibes in the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuGFlrBfI/AAAAAAAAB08/5N3wqhiLVTs/s1600-h/DSC_4702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuGFlrBfI/AAAAAAAAB08/5N3wqhiLVTs/s320/DSC_4702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428858557932701170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is actually hilarious. ot cause of anything in the picture but the time I took it I had a chicken wang in my hand. Haha, funny story actually, so emkeezy and ant asked Ray Ray to Dj at their party and all he asked for was a box of chicken wings from Chicken Licken. Somehow the wangs got free and there was a stage when errbody had a wing in their hand and getting busy on the dancefloor. Hilarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctae7-S0I/AAAAAAAAB00/4KoaQBx7c3Y/s1600-h/DSC_4698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctae7-S0I/AAAAAAAAB00/4KoaQBx7c3Y/s320/DSC_4698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857808822881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The corporate massive! I swear if you saw these guys on a regular day you'd never guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctaJCZGvI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kr1Trhmv6js/s1600-h/DSC_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctaJCZGvI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kr1Trhmv6js/s320/DSC_4688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857802944223986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Niceness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZprbbJI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qHsHfc-POuA/s1600-h/DSC_4676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZprbbJI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qHsHfc-POuA/s320/DSC_4676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857794526407826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that face. Its like in his head he's thinking "mmmmmmh". Know why? Cause Dor is giving him the finger from behind. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZYs24_I/AAAAAAAAB0c/203cqwr_7Aw/s1600-h/DSC_4673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZYs24_I/AAAAAAAAB0c/203cqwr_7Aw/s320/DSC_4673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857789968999410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZL9oZEI/AAAAAAAAB0U/rWPTUX6AjVM/s1600-h/DSC_4671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1ctZL9oZEI/AAAAAAAAB0U/rWPTUX6AjVM/s320/DSC_4671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857786549691458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"JY!!! Who the fuck are you looking at? You wanna start some shit?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csp29DCcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/PQT2m_jIbQ8/s1600-h/DSC_4670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csp29DCcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/PQT2m_jIbQ8/s320/DSC_4670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856973456247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...keep looking and i'm gonna stick the size 5 Nike's...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuH7YJppI/AAAAAAAAB1c/bd-EO8KV59A/s1600-h/DSC_4720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cuH7YJppI/AAAAAAAAB1c/bd-EO8KV59A/s320/DSC_4720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428858589551371922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...in your ass!!!!" BWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cspfgeEEI/AAAAAAAAB0E/3zHcxWsOD6c/s1600-h/DSC_4658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cspfgeEEI/AAAAAAAAB0E/3zHcxWsOD6c/s320/DSC_4658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856967162368066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling the vaaaab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cspIM2qMI/AAAAAAAABz8/sa2OVJWPFoU/s1600-h/DSC_4650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cspIM2qMI/AAAAAAAABz8/sa2OVJWPFoU/s320/DSC_4650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856960906078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting that love from my girl emkeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csovAlQgI/AAAAAAAABz0/I_E1VkAcp6U/s1600-h/DSC_4651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csovAlQgI/AAAAAAAABz0/I_E1VkAcp6U/s320/DSC_4651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856954143719938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gangsters in the building. Ntja's outfit killed me. Not cause of any thing obvious, but because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csoBXZxAI/AAAAAAAABzs/Uo520r9H5Bc/s1600-h/DSC_4640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1csoBXZxAI/AAAAAAAABzs/Uo520r9H5Bc/s320/DSC_4640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856941891404802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the tattoos. HAHAHA! The classic MOM tattoo with the arrow through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr9apCgMI/AAAAAAAABzk/v-2cmFB4j7k/s1600-h/DSC_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr9apCgMI/AAAAAAAABzk/v-2cmFB4j7k/s320/DSC_4622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856209941889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting to' up from the flo' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr86WgXmI/AAAAAAAABzc/RAsY8Jf47os/s1600-h/DSC_4623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr86WgXmI/AAAAAAAABzc/RAsY8Jf47os/s320/DSC_4623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856201274220130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the people were being busy to get busy. Yah no, the beats were so dope that night. Ray Ray was killing it on the decks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr8XNURQI/AAAAAAAABzU/zsw4NJP1cBo/s1600-h/DSC_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr8XNURQI/AAAAAAAABzU/zsw4NJP1cBo/s320/DSC_4607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856191840437506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The incredible adventures of Jimmy Flexx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drumroll please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember when I began this I said I was gonna show you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr8PJvrFI/AAAAAAAABzM/rRovXq5qJYM/s1600-h/DSC_4603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr8PJvrFI/AAAAAAAABzM/rRovXq5qJYM/s320/DSC_4603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856189677972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here it is. Yes it is I. The only guy dressed as a hipster at the place. Hey you can say what you want but I got applause when I got into the house. I dont know how many of you can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr7v6cbuI/AAAAAAAABzE/arFksRFRcAI/s1600-h/DSC_4600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cr7v6cbuI/AAAAAAAABzE/arFksRFRcAI/s320/DSC_4600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856181292297954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay but seriously these pants were SOOOO fucken tight. I could feel my sperm dying by the second. I cant understand how some guys do this on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Im never gonna live this down, still got people coming to me asking me bout these pants. Oh and I dont own these pants, they are borrowed. Belee dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crUcPb0zI/AAAAAAAABy8/Zz3gkgR9yKw/s1600-h/DSC_4599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crUcPb0zI/AAAAAAAABy8/Zz3gkgR9yKw/s320/DSC_4599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855505996731186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTx07FwI/AAAAAAAABys/hbtHb_7YT8U/s1600-h/DSC_4591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTx07FwI/AAAAAAAABys/hbtHb_7YT8U/s320/DSC_4591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855494611244802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Smallz look like he tried to let off a silent-but-violent but ended up with a loud-and-proud. Looks like he sprayed too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTRHmiLI/AAAAAAAAByk/5gmJWNt9cRc/s1600-h/DSC_4590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTRHmiLI/AAAAAAAAByk/5gmJWNt9cRc/s320/DSC_4590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855485831219378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTDV2_NI/AAAAAAAAByc/zR-5vCdOAwA/s1600-h/DSC_4588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crTDV2_NI/AAAAAAAAByc/zR-5vCdOAwA/s320/DSC_4588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855482132921554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No-one better than Teba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp_UqnbJI/AAAAAAAAByU/Fp1_tl5zHWE/s1600-h/DSC_4587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp_UqnbJI/AAAAAAAAByU/Fp1_tl5zHWE/s320/DSC_4587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854043674373266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ey, eyo! Erykah Badoowee, that shit is gay my ninja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp--BwTCI/AAAAAAAAByM/1YcyalFOqjc/s1600-h/DSC_4585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp--BwTCI/AAAAAAAAByM/1YcyalFOqjc/s320/DSC_4585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854037597408290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp-u0cf_I/AAAAAAAAByE/GvfFbZVgYEk/s1600-h/DSC_4584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp-u0cf_I/AAAAAAAAByE/GvfFbZVgYEk/s320/DSC_4584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854033515053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Dor was doing the Carlton dance. You remember that dance. You know, "Its not unusual to be loved by anyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp-KOIb4I/AAAAAAAABx8/1R1doyOyzeI/s1600-h/DSC_4579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp-KOIb4I/AAAAAAAABx8/1R1doyOyzeI/s320/DSC_4579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854023690678146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le crew de creativé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp96RLMcI/AAAAAAAABx0/ODXYeAIRtis/s1600-h/DSC_4577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cp96RLMcI/AAAAAAAABx0/ODXYeAIRtis/s320/DSC_4577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854019408474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpO5VfpOI/AAAAAAAABxs/zb5asdOKx8s/s1600-h/DSC_4575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpO5VfpOI/AAAAAAAABxs/zb5asdOKx8s/s320/DSC_4575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428853211704304866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there was this dood. A cowboy hat, a viking axe and some other thing that didnt make sense. I 'm sorry guy but I dont get the outfit. Whatever though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpOvpyiCI/AAAAAAAABxk/lz6cNWxwRzo/s1600-h/DSC_4572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpOvpyiCI/AAAAAAAABxk/lz6cNWxwRzo/s320/DSC_4572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428853209105074210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hane getting bizzay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvFmNJl8I/AAAAAAAAB10/jhNGj7ODki8/s1600-h/DSC_4749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvFmNJl8I/AAAAAAAAB10/jhNGj7ODki8/s320/DSC_4749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428859649019975618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ey, eyo! Erykah Badoowee, that shit is gay my ninja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpNT44IfI/AAAAAAAABxM/2V3623Y-Vig/s1600-h/DSC_4562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cpNT44IfI/AAAAAAAABxM/2V3623Y-Vig/s320/DSC_4562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428853184472293874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvGfgMPyI/AAAAAAAAB2E/vdzQpD6ICiE/s1600-h/DSC_4779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1cvGfgMPyI/AAAAAAAAB2E/vdzQpD6ICiE/s320/DSC_4779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428859664400662306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks ladies. It was a great party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally ho, pip-pip, jolly good and that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Hollerations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5371210383935281987?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5371210383935281987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5371210383935281987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5371210383935281987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5371210383935281987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-halloween-okay-my-first-dress.html' title='My First Halloween. Okay My First Dress Up Halloween'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1crUEoP4hI/AAAAAAAABy0/f86NnMJ8Hww/s72-c/DSC_4595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-4784372536082751124</id><published>2010-01-19T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:19:00.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Meeting You Here</title><content type='html'>Finally. I’m back. Fuck it’s been too long. Okay so there are many reasons as to why I have not blogged for so long. Some reasons will make sense some will not. But I’m just gonna focus on the fact that I am doing this again. Oh my dear Fluffy, how I have missed you so. So many things have happened in this here life of mine since I have last blogged. To put it into a nutshell I’ve loved and been loved, dated and broken up, moved in with a girlfriend and moved out with a girlfriend, have developed a fledgling career as a photographer, dranked, skanked, met some incredibly amazing people in this here city. So I guess it wouldn’t be fair to ol’ fluffy here to just start right where I am right now and not trace it back a little bit. These adventures are sometimes a blur and sometimes an incredibly vivid memory. So I am not going to be doing this in chronological order at all. Let’s just get this shit going&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer: If this is the first time you’re visiting my blog, please don’t be alarmed. I talk a lot of shit. And most of it is exactly that…shit. So if you happen to stay in the city or have been captured by me and I talk shit about something or a photo you’re in, I’m not being serious. And if you don’t like what has been said then it’s simple. You see that red block on the top right of your screen with an X on it? Just click buddy. It will all be over soon. Promise. Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;PS – Oh, so I am terrible with names, so as you’ll notice errbody here has an alias. Errbody! I don’t like using real names, they’re expensive.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLpr5g-KI/AAAAAAAABrA/Oe91khT-xis/s1600-h/DSC_5326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLpr5g-KI/AAAAAAAABrA/Oe91khT-xis/s320/DSC_5326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468842884036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my brother Pablo Borrdeva has moved back to Cape Town. I think this was one of the first nights he came back into town. And we wents and got to' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xa-Tv9RbI/AAAAAAAABwg/caGvNGKsjg8/s1600-h/DSC_5327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xa-Tv9RbI/AAAAAAAABwg/caGvNGKsjg8/s320/DSC_5327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428485689853167026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man AD! Another good buddy of mine who have made the move down to CPT and said 'Phuck a JHB'. No love lost JHB. You're cool and everything, but like Amanda Diva says, its the Little Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLqdaGGVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/N0DgzGHZG7w/s1600-h/DSC_5333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLqdaGGVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/N0DgzGHZG7w/s320/DSC_5333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468856174025042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, is it just me or BigBev look like he just got busted checking out somebody's ass in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLqiG6kwI/AAAAAAAABrY/eGbmPLUzgWA/s1600-h/DSC_5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLqiG6kwI/AAAAAAAABrY/eGbmPLUzgWA/s320/DSC_5338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468857435755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So apparently I used to know this girl when I was in high school, she was friends with my very first girlfriend. Oh my how many, oops, I mean how long ago was that? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLq6f8MOI/AAAAAAAABrg/XViidG0QGBY/s1600-h/DSC_5340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLq6f8MOI/AAAAAAAABrg/XViidG0QGBY/s320/DSC_5340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468863983169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack Sprat in building! Sick ass dood on the decks. You better believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMbQAgU3I/AAAAAAAABro/1HJf6nv3VgA/s1600-h/DSC_5344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMbQAgU3I/AAAAAAAABro/1HJf6nv3VgA/s320/DSC_5344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469694390621042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh so the reason we were all at this shindig  is because of this lady. Okay she's half of the reason. It was her and her sisters birthday thing. Well when I say birthday I say combined celebration together even though our birthdays are far apart but it makes much more sense to do a party together kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMb-rWtiI/AAAAAAAABr4/I6D_3Ik6lnA/s1600-h/DSC_5355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMb-rWtiI/AAAAAAAABr4/I6D_3Ik6lnA/s320/DSC_5355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469706918376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other half&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMbmfDa7I/AAAAAAAABrw/Cdahc8ink4E/s1600-h/DSC_5354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMbmfDa7I/AAAAAAAABrw/Cdahc8ink4E/s320/DSC_5354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469700424330162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rocksatr in the building. JayJay is a sooperstar, forget what you heard. Give this girl her own TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMcWG63NI/AAAAAAAABsA/KvqxMq6-3qI/s1600-h/DSC_5356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMcWG63NI/AAAAAAAABsA/KvqxMq6-3qI/s320/DSC_5356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469713208007890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some guy on the decks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4xj8aNI/AAAAAAAABvQ/YdpwYNqTSes/s1600-h/DSC_5515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4xj8aNI/AAAAAAAABvQ/YdpwYNqTSes/s320/DSC_5515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474599660349650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms87 &amp;amp; Lawd'avMercy (HA, I only say that cause she's got Jamaican blood in her, and cause I cant think of a better name for her than that right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4g3qJHI/AAAAAAAABvI/5iWSsFvYY8w/s1600-h/DSC_5508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4g3qJHI/AAAAAAAABvI/5iWSsFvYY8w/s320/DSC_5508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474595179635826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Grabby pulling faces. See I keep telling people, dont pull faces in front of my camera cause you never know where they're gonna end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4UUDkHI/AAAAAAAABvA/0-ISlliXoi4/s1600-h/DSC_5499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ4UUDkHI/AAAAAAAABvA/0-ISlliXoi4/s320/DSC_5499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474591809081458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy Flexx in the building. And I thought I was a character. Nah, I aint got nothing on Flexx. The adventures of Flexx coming soon to a blog near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ31zcbEI/AAAAAAAABu4/-VAOlOqoijA/s1600-h/DSC_5497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ31zcbEI/AAAAAAAABu4/-VAOlOqoijA/s320/DSC_5497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474583619234882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, one of my favourite pics from that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ3vEr7wI/AAAAAAAABuw/7z-DVuAv_Bc/s1600-h/DSC_5491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQ3vEr7wI/AAAAAAAABuw/7z-DVuAv_Bc/s320/DSC_5491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474581812506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, JayJay still remembers the adventures of the WTF Face. Good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQQh9Gh6I/AAAAAAAABuo/i58Uajg8EEY/s1600-h/DSC_5483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQQh9Gh6I/AAAAAAAABuo/i58Uajg8EEY/s320/DSC_5483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473908276135842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, another one of my favourites from that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOxSWgVI/AAAAAAAABug/MmGyOjud96o/s1600-h/DSC_5456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOxSWgVI/AAAAAAAABug/MmGyOjud96o/s320/DSC_5456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473878032056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ray Ray and Mingus ready to rip shit up on the decks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOobyo6I/AAAAAAAABuY/M6zzbgcavTw/s1600-h/DSC_5455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOobyo6I/AAAAAAAABuY/M6zzbgcavTw/s320/DSC_5455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473875655730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell their fucked up? No. Okay well I'll tell you. They're fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOQ9KSjI/AAAAAAAABuQ/01cRADcLr7c/s1600-h/DSC_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQOQ9KSjI/AAAAAAAABuQ/01cRADcLr7c/s320/DSC_5452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473869353241138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQN-Fha-I/AAAAAAAABuI/QmzYSOy4AZg/s1600-h/DSC_5448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XQN-Fha-I/AAAAAAAABuI/QmzYSOy4AZg/s320/DSC_5448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473864288037858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fucking round in the streets. These kinda pics normally go well but there have been times people have straight faceplanted. Its quite hilarious actually. So glad I'm on this side of the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPXMQdOTI/AAAAAAAABuA/Ie9ZeAz1lgM/s1600-h/DSC_5412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPXMQdOTI/AAAAAAAABuA/Ie9ZeAz1lgM/s320/DSC_5412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472923199191346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bass face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPWkemhoI/AAAAAAAABt4/cYnii_3Eooo/s1600-h/DSC_5415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPWkemhoI/AAAAAAAABt4/cYnii_3Eooo/s320/DSC_5415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472912521102978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mans NdiggyDrabs! Coolest motherfucker what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPWDQ5faI/AAAAAAAABtw/Sqo7L9kwyNk/s1600-h/DSC_5410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPWDQ5faI/AAAAAAAABtw/Sqo7L9kwyNk/s320/DSC_5410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472903605255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bass face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPV3-_lSI/AAAAAAAABto/8HaQshjSi1E/s1600-h/DSC_5408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPV3-_lSI/AAAAAAAABto/8HaQshjSi1E/s320/DSC_5408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472900577367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bass face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPVsXLBMI/AAAAAAAABtg/_DzxXJq3gDk/s1600-h/DSC_5402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XPVsXLBMI/AAAAAAAABtg/_DzxXJq3gDk/s320/DSC_5402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472897457554626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, these cats crack me up. Always to' up. Just the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlq-iH_I/AAAAAAAABtY/N2QT7RM5ro4/s1600-h/DSC_5401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlq-iH_I/AAAAAAAABtY/N2QT7RM5ro4/s320/DSC_5401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472072452055026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it is I. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlRWdKfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/HUKLwBFamuo/s1600-h/DSC_5398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlRWdKfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/HUKLwBFamuo/s320/DSC_5398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472065573071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeba Cheeba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlEdriWI/AAAAAAAABtI/uZMWDhZlHXA/s1600-h/DSC_5396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOlEdriWI/AAAAAAAABtI/uZMWDhZlHXA/s320/DSC_5396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472062113712482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She kept tryna avoid me the whole night and she did the a very good job of it too. This is the best picture I got of her the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOktsyhHI/AAAAAAAABtA/FzNVbrtVYkc/s1600-h/DSC_5387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOktsyhHI/AAAAAAAABtA/FzNVbrtVYkc/s320/DSC_5387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472056003069042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All you need is a guy holding a Chicken Licken wang and then all your stereotype dreams will have come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOkS3yhhI/AAAAAAAABs4/zR0mKWJMieU/s1600-h/DSC_5383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XOkS3yhhI/AAAAAAAABs4/zR0mKWJMieU/s320/DSC_5383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428472048801449490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batwizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNDtqHZqI/AAAAAAAABsw/3lfDgLr5l4U/s1600-h/DSC_5380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNDtqHZqI/AAAAAAAABsw/3lfDgLr5l4U/s320/DSC_5380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470389544543906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo, who is this girl on the right? Seriously, who is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNDJH34tI/AAAAAAAABso/IPmsL1pAFMI/s1600-h/DSC_5379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNDJH34tI/AAAAAAAABso/IPmsL1pAFMI/s320/DSC_5379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470379737244370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Griste and BigBev staying fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNC97n2bI/AAAAAAAABsg/ajGi18FaTQA/s1600-h/DSC_5378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNC97n2bI/AAAAAAAABsg/ajGi18FaTQA/s320/DSC_5378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470376733071794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Am Waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNCV7xmoI/AAAAAAAABsY/mVbFvzZn1FA/s1600-h/DSC_5364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNCV7xmoI/AAAAAAAABsY/mVbFvzZn1FA/s320/DSC_5364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470365996292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, its me again. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNCAmJ-II/AAAAAAAABsQ/5KnUBw1BxFM/s1600-h/DSC_5375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XNCAmJ-II/AAAAAAAABsQ/5KnUBw1BxFM/s320/DSC_5375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428470360268470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Bass Face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMcpAGvCI/AAAAAAAABsI/3hruTMgM7Yw/s1600-h/DSC_5363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XMcpAGvCI/AAAAAAAABsI/3hruTMgM7Yw/s320/DSC_5363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469718279699490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing is caring big guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRnOYxc-I/AAAAAAAABvY/7VWZSAVg_Eg/s1600-h/DSC_5527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRnOYxc-I/AAAAAAAABvY/7VWZSAVg_Eg/s320/DSC_5527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475397672104930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dynamic duo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRng0I3LI/AAAAAAAABvg/QDAbsRaJ3nw/s1600-h/DSC_5550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRng0I3LI/AAAAAAAABvg/QDAbsRaJ3nw/s320/DSC_5550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475402618723506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh shit, AD's got a brand new swag! Look at that ill ass watch yo. I'm not one for the materialistic vibes but this shit is doooope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRoBQuz8I/AAAAAAAABvo/UE_Vh9AUm_w/s1600-h/DSC_5557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRoBQuz8I/AAAAAAAABvo/UE_Vh9AUm_w/s320/DSC_5557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475411328585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then the party ended. Wonder why? Cause 5-0 came in and busted up our groove. Bunch of punks. Then again we were in the suburbs and you know how them old white folks like to complain. Specially when theres a bunch of young niggra's having a good time. But the cops did redeem themselves by giving a whole bunch of us a ride to Obz. That got a Hi-5 from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRonFUY8I/AAAAAAAABvw/ubbyAOp-Jak/s1600-h/DSC_5563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRonFUY8I/AAAAAAAABvw/ubbyAOp-Jak/s320/DSC_5563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475421481264066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dig this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRo6MAAZI/AAAAAAAABv4/loG-fOqd0UA/s1600-h/DSC_5579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XRo6MAAZI/AAAAAAAABv4/loG-fOqd0UA/s320/DSC_5579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475426609562002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha!!!! That is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSWIi3PFI/AAAAAAAABwA/zxxk2-vUsSI/s1600-h/DSC_5595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSWIi3PFI/AAAAAAAABwA/zxxk2-vUsSI/s320/DSC_5595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428476203557665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man Jangles and the beat master Dre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSWfGOriI/AAAAAAAABwI/6GfylnSaOSA/s1600-h/DSC_5592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSWfGOriI/AAAAAAAABwI/6GfylnSaOSA/s320/DSC_5592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428476209611583010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Ray Ray look he straight gonna chunder from the Flexx's pit smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSW2d3llI/AAAAAAAABwQ/FdKA3GHMfW0/s1600-h/DSC_5585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSW2d3llI/AAAAAAAABwQ/FdKA3GHMfW0/s320/DSC_5585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428476215884748370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Songstress doing her thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSXEQfHnI/AAAAAAAABwY/aKNHyqsn5zM/s1600-h/DSC_5605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSXEQfHnI/AAAAAAAABwY/aKNHyqsn5zM/s320/DSC_5605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428476219586715250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneed and Jesh belting out a Bob Marley track. After this I really dont remember what happened. I think I went to bed. But then I cant be too sure. It was an incredible evening though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More adventures to come soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XSXEQfHnI/AAAAAAAABwY/aKNHyqsn5zM/s1600-h/DSC_5605.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-4784372536082751124?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/4784372536082751124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=4784372536082751124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4784372536082751124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4784372536082751124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2010/01/fancy-meeting-you-here.html' title='Fancy Meeting You Here'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1XLpr5g-KI/AAAAAAAABrA/Oe91khT-xis/s72-c/DSC_5326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-7065397043085102268</id><published>2009-03-19T14:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:50:13.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haterade...that refreshing drink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/ScI_H08RoQI/AAAAAAAABpA/kxcFB8WXMEY/s1600-h/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314879913953698050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/ScI_H08RoQI/AAAAAAAABpA/kxcFB8WXMEY/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I just moved into my new crib. Check out my view dood. Siiiick! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was about to post an excursion at The Rooftop but then blogger just phucked out on me and I lost it all. Anywhoo, I'm too tired to do it again. Maybe in a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peaces and Hair Greases!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-7065397043085102268?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/7065397043085102268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=7065397043085102268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/7065397043085102268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/7065397043085102268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2009/03/hateradethat-refreshing-drink.html' title='Haterade...that refreshing drink.'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/ScI_H08RoQI/AAAAAAAABpA/kxcFB8WXMEY/s72-c/DSC_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-4247146867264845408</id><published>2008-12-29T19:42:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:31:52.007+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What is, what it do!!! After a long ass hiatus I is back. Yeah Ive neglected this baby for long enough and now I guess its that time to get back into it. Oh before I get going I'd just  like to wish errbody, at least me since I'm probably the only one reading this, happy holidays(I guess that covers Christmas, new years and all the other ones). So yes Cape Town has been pretty good, so good in fact that I think I've porked out a bit. Got me the latest summer accessory - a boep. Okay its not exactly a big one but I'm getting there. I keep hearing people say that is one club I don't wanna join but I've been tryin to gain a lil summin-summin for a long ass time and now I've finally got one. Well I guess the pictures will tell the tale so I might be wrong but hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh  and before I continue, I'm a bit rusty with ye ol fluffy so I'm gonna take it in my stride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now there are so many things that have to be caught upon I wont do that just yet. Soon enough. Just recently me and the crew went to ye ol biscuit mill in Woodstock. Now for those that don't know, the mill has a food market that happens every Saturday morning that has some of the dopest foods, drinks and goodies from local producers and they all lay it out there and you come and enjoy. So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkQ5e6xHJI/AAAAAAAABjw/GEF_MPh_9k0/s1600-h/DSC_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274217434127506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkQ5e6xHJI/AAAAAAAABjw/GEF_MPh_9k0/s400/DSC_4117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off we went the old biscuit mill. This has to be one of my most favourite buildings in the city. Its just so rustic and creep and old school with all these nooks and cranny's, make me feel like being on a set of some d-grade horror flick. Any way, I digress... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkN85WV47I/AAAAAAAABjI/BfJPa8Vwy_Y/s1600-h/DSC_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285270977533830066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkN85WV47I/AAAAAAAABjI/BfJPa8Vwy_Y/s400/DSC_4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah, now this place had been a hidden gem for me for the longest time. I tell you when I first discovered it, I just had to tell my friends about it cause it so cool. I always wondered what white people were getting up to so early on Saturday mornings and I finally found out. Its a great place to knock out a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271688010100530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkOmQFFbzI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vOzjKpUdSZ8/s400/DSC_4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and they also have one of my favourite South African beers, Jack Black, in the ice cold barrel. You just cant deny how dope this spot is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272415100833378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkPQktBjmI/AAAAAAAABjY/Dv2BsCyehlU/s400/DSC_4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I rolled through with The Maverick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkPy-NXKBI/AAAAAAAABjg/WmyhJctDRgA/s400/DSC_4205.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285273006062905362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Princess Meemi, Jimmy Flexx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285273637011460050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkQXsrOD9I/AAAAAAAABjo/AzEqcyaX8Tw/s400/DSC_4150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Pied Piper and Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285275808220216274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkSWFDue9I/AAAAAAAABkA/ohb3zEnCijs/s400/DSC_4171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They've even got some band playing there to set the mood and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285275240183047282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkR1A9HJHI/AAAAAAAABj4/5J0ZTE_cgFA/s400/DSC_4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway so we got down to the chowing some good ol butter chicken curry and thai green wrap and original pizza on flat crispy bread and some dope ass Portuguese cervesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276399271806802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkS4e5aB1I/AAAAAAAABkI/-RjHQ4_SNXI/s400/DSC_4240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway we chilled and the Maverick got politicking with her buddy while we all hanged and talked shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277104232622530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkThhFKacI/AAAAAAAABkQ/NpCY0s-CMzc/s400/DSC_4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my mans Sneed came through too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277745464742418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkUG120EhI/AAAAAAAABkY/Xa7FoS4G7iY/s400/DSC_4280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So after that we figured, fuck it, the day is young why don't we do ourselves a favour and head on over to the beach. So we headed over to Clifton 2nd. I don't know about any other Cape Dronians but I much rather prefer 2nd beach to 4th for a couple of reasons. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not keen on being a poser. And I'm especially not keen on posing all with other posers like on 4th. And of course 2nd is a certified topless beach too, so I'm sure we know which way the scale tips in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285278372348264450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkUrVLfgAI/AAAAAAAABkg/bZQUW6stBsI/s400/DSC_4281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also the scenery is really nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285278893942478354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkVJsRPlhI/AAAAAAAABko/GRUxf_pHqdQ/s400/DSC_4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...really REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285279284772045426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkVgcORgnI/AAAAAAAABkw/VW-vK9VlMWA/s400/DSC_4286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So we hanged some more, talked a bit of more shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285279702448290610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkV4wMDOzI/AAAAAAAABk4/PwV1oH7I-WE/s400/DSC_4298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ate a coupla peaches, stuck some grapes up our noses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285280416127643250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkWiS2d7nI/AAAAAAAABlA/tlNMVZMiPVY/s400/DSC_4452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and threw up gang signs like we know what we talkin bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285280896501126226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkW-QYblFI/AAAAAAAABlI/ikWDRAArr0Y/s400/DSC_4462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Took out the bat and started smacking it around and shit. This was actually pretty cool cause I got the fells to start doing some acrobatic stunts like Jonty Rhodes for the camera and we had some pretty good results too. I'll show them to you later though, I'm a bit lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285281320385093138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkXW7ePnhI/AAAAAAAABlQ/dboOXPdXqGQ/s400/DSC_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we packed up our shit and headed on home. Woohoo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I'll put a bit more effort into my blog post cause, like I said before, I'm a bit rusty and lazy too so I didn't pack the full punch I normally do. Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Onward and forward!&lt;br /&gt;Salute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-4247146867264845408?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/4247146867264845408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=4247146867264845408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4247146867264845408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4247146867264845408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/12/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/SVkQ5e6xHJI/AAAAAAAABjw/GEF_MPh_9k0/s72-c/DSC_4117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-8336200114055379041</id><published>2008-03-07T03:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T03:42:06.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>Okay lets take it back a little bit. Over the years I have come to accept that some people might find me to be a kinda alright looking guy. I've tried to deny it for the longest time but it caught up with me. Maybe I'm a little bit attractive but not Taye Diggs type. I dont exactly make people melt at the knees you know. Now understand, I have never, ever looked at myself and said that I am a hottie. I seriously dont see it. To me, I'm just another regular guy hanging on the streets. Fo real. I just dont see what people see. And actually I feel a bit uncomfortable when people tell me nice things about myself. Complex maybe. Anyway, this has gotten me into some serious trouble in my years on these streets. Dude, its fucken crazy man. Lemme tell you my first ever alternate story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, young impressionable, naive boy was hanging out on the beach in 1998 with his friend for new years. The said friend was never into ass so it was not his mission for the evening. And honestly it was not for me either. Anyway there we are, little laaities, on clifton 4th on the 31st of December looking for a good time/. We find it, but in the form of other young people like us wanting a good time. Anyway, the night rolls along and the new years celebrations roll past. Back then it was all about how many chick you had scored, so I was doing pretty well in the stakes cause that was my vibe. Anyway, a little after midnight a coupla friends decide to throw me into the water just for fun cause we are all drunk. Fair enough. Now there I m all drunk and **** and wet on the beach on new years. Come 4AM and Im hanging out on the edge of the beach with all my wet clothes over my body to keep myself warm, and this guy walks over to me to greet me. In the Cape Town sense he was a pretty average guy. Yellow denim pants, white wifebeater, sandals and no front teeth. So in the spirit of the new year I extend my hand to him to wish him a new year. He takes my hand and says "Happy New Years" to me. nothing outta the ordinary with that. Next thing I know I try to claim my hand back but he still has it in his hand. Next thing you know this guy goes from taking my hand to greet it and his hands go up from my forearm to my shoulder to my chest to my abs. WTF?!?!?!?! This guy, I dont know at all, has his paws all over me and I dont know what to do. So he asks me why am so wet and I tell him that some friend threw me in the pool. Next thing I know this guys hands are on my crotch and they are squeezing. WTF!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks me: "Can I suck your cock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why does this kind of thing happen to me? Look, I am all for people who are into that  kind of vibe but why me? Seriously, is there something about me that says that I'm a guy that way inclined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not the first(or the last) time this has happened. What the dealy is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-8336200114055379041?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/8336200114055379041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=8336200114055379041' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8336200114055379041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8336200114055379041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-lets-take-it-back-little-bit.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-219645855518843317</id><published>2008-03-06T09:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:30:18.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronomentrophobia...</title><content type='html'>...The Fear Of Clocks/The Fear Of Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many people do you know who are studying and working at the same time? It seems that every person that I speak to is totally amazed that I work and study at the same time. I mean I'm not exactly breaking any records or anything like that, I mean I'm just trying to get mines. Ok sure, maybe I want a little too much too quickly but who can blame a brother? I guess I didnt exactly follow convention and do things the way that the rest of the world does it after leaving high school. I've always had this thing in me that hates being part of the norm. I mean it almost feels like the world is trying to control my destiny, and I hate that. I really really really really REALLY hate that! Seriously. Looking at my situation now, its a bit pap. Due to unforseen circumstances, I'm still staying with my mom(which is embarassing enough so just dont say anything). You hear that? A grown ass man still living with his mom! Aint that some bullshit? I know some people would be like "are you crazy? Momma cook the food, momma pay the bills, momma do the laundry! Shit, I aint never leaving" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is this: to have my own pad, finish my degree, and take photographic career path that will earn me millions of rands. Is that so much to ask? Alas, that is not to be.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason for this rant is that I just got offered full time job that can get me crazy paid while I am studying. Now I sit back and reflect on how many people have/are doing the same thing that I am. Cause people see you as a hero when you doing that kinda shit. Or maybe I just interpret their signal wrong and they think I'm some kinda wannabe hero who's gonna fall flat on his face. Whatever. If you think about it, how many movies are there out there where the struggling woman comes out on top and beats all the odds after studying, having a 9to5 and a 6to10? Shit, it aint that hard to do. I guess I want too much to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this raises another question. You know when you see a guy/girl that you used to be in the same class with in highschool and they ask you what you doing and you hesitate to answer. Dont you ever feel pap when they tell you all these tales of amazingness that they are/have done and you just sitting there in the rat race like everybody else? Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I just got the most amazing fucken gift a guy like m e could ever ask for. Like for real. So get this, only recently did I discover that my dad used to be a photographer when he was my age. So after a bit of convicing I was able to coax his old camera outta him. But this be one of them dope oooool school camera's. Aint that the shit. Now only thing that sucks about that is that taking photo's is now going to cost me a nice chunk of change. If anybody knows how to develop your own photo's, do ou want a part-time assistant to help you out? Holla at your boy. Oh any pointers and tips on what the way to go is then I'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of LD&lt;br /&gt;1ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase The Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-219645855518843317?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/219645855518843317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=219645855518843317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/219645855518843317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/219645855518843317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/03/chronometrophobia.html' title='Chronomentrophobia...'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-9080843814250584160</id><published>2008-02-26T09:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:08:02.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Off A Bi-Polar Week</title><content type='html'>Some people know, some people dont know but there was a party that happened last week that Khenzero held in Cape Town and Joburg called Party People. Pretty fucken tight. Now not only was it tight cause of the jam itself but cause Bahamadia was performing. Now not only was THAT tight but I got to do a little work in the background with regards to the gig in Cape Town. Dont ask me how I got involved but I was Bahamadia and DJ Statik's chapperone/chaffeur for a day. Now how many people can say that shit. Okay truth be told I was never really such a big fan of her back in the day but I did know who she was. And admittedly I wasn't to clued up on DJ Statik. Alas, we hung out and I gotta say they are some proper people. Like fo' true! Cause I was expecting them to be all high and mighty and "we want this" and "give me that" but they werent like that at all. Proper peeps man, and I was happy to say that we hung out and I got to show them a bit of Cape Town and shit. Now I know there's mad peeps who'd kill to have had a few minutes with her but I wasnt that starstruck. I dont know hey, you gotta be pretty fucken amazing for me to be starstruck I guess. I mean you gotta be able to levitate or turn water to wine or shoot sparkles outta your ass before I can be like "Yo, that dood is amazing!". I guess the person I would be starstruck by would be Michael Jackson, but not 2000+ Michael but 1980+ Michael. yeah he's pretty fucken weird now innit. But Anyway, I digress. So we was getting to talking and like they were so feeling the SAfrican vibe. And they was talking bout us getting Little Brother or Kev Brown to come down for a set. So look out world, it just might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the next day I had to go to a funeral of my cousin in Kimberley. So so so so so depressing. Man, that had to be one of the shittiest days ever. Its weird cause I aint never had anybody REALLY close to me pass away. The closest I guess was my best friend  in high school. Okay thats pretty close I guess but somebody that you grew up wit is on another level. The guy was my brothers age man. And for the first time in my life I got to see an open casket. Phuck! It was really bad, I couldnt even sleep on the night of the funeral. I guess on the other hand it was good to see my family all together in one place again. I even got to see the lady that raised me as a kid and my uncles and aunts and shit. Even the dood my father named me after. Yeah so it was good, and it was bad. Its kinda messed up that fam has to meet under such bad circumstances. Anyway, I shall not continue, this post is depressing me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out.&lt;br /&gt;Increase The Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-9080843814250584160?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/9080843814250584160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=9080843814250584160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/9080843814250584160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/9080843814250584160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-off-bi-polar-week.html' title='Coming Off A Bi-Polar Week'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-6137344675335983435</id><published>2008-02-20T09:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:47:04.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Got Too Much Free Time</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know this is going to sound weird but this is just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reckon that I've always wanted to be someone else for a day. But not like pretend to be someone I'm not but just do something different. I mean I figure I'm the kinda guy who pretty much lives in his head and I've always wondered how people would react to you if you were a little bit different to what they think you are. There's is something about observing the behaviors of people that make you want to see how they would react to the same situation if it was slightly different. So I figure I am going to try myself a couple of social experiments and see how it goes. Nothing hectic at first, just a small one to get me started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is going to be this. It has been said that women tend to be more interested in a man who is not available so I'm going to go out and put on a wedding ring and see how females react to me. Just for the fuck of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I gain confidence and things start oiling up I'm gonna try more bold things like putting on a Mexican/Tony Montana accent and talking about myself in the third person and walk around with a black cape and act like this was the most normal thing in the world. Go round saying things like: "Ke pasa mochacho, the suave guy is hongry. Why dont you fix him a sendweech padre." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-6137344675335983435?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/6137344675335983435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=6137344675335983435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6137344675335983435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6137344675335983435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-ideal-world.html' title='I Think I Got Too Much Free Time'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-5920766492323953111</id><published>2008-02-19T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:39:41.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Do</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've been kinda pissed cause I had my second camera jacked in a period of a year which is precisely the reason I havent posted shit in a while. I could sit and bitch and moan about it but I have a feeling that everything happens for a reason. I dont know what reason I keep losing my shit is but there must be some or other path my goods were destined to go to. Hopefully nobody reading this blog is using my shit. Cause if I catch you, its about to be your ass! Anyway, not only do I 'lose' cameras I have a nasty habit of losing phones and anything techno-gadgety too. Now aint that about a bitch? Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I can never be gotten a hold of on my cellie cause i usually never have one. And its such a shame cause I really dig my gadgets and shit. Now it seems a brother shouldnt even get anything cause its just gone get jacked anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I conclude that I will continue on with Fluffy Dice simply writing about my experiences for a little bit and see where that goes. They say change is as good as a holiday right? Or is it that change is like a new pair of drawls? Fuck it, whatever. The Suavé guy is down for writing shit nowadays. For now, till I get back on my happy snappy days again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5920766492323953111?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5920766492323953111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5920766492323953111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5920766492323953111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5920766492323953111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-it-do.html' title='What It Do'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-3257194142509653016</id><published>2008-02-05T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:46:58.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que in dreamy music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Basically I'm complicated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hard time taking the easy way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn’t call it schizophrenia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll be at least two people today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...if that’s okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, everybody is somebody. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nobody wants to be themselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I ever wanted to understand me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to talk to someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can go on and on and on..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gnarls Barkley / Who Cares&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I'm taking a break from it all. See you on the flip side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-3257194142509653016?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/3257194142509653016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=3257194142509653016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/3257194142509653016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/3257194142509653016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2008/02/drop.html' title='Drop'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-8313228683606670985</id><published>2007-11-20T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:24:22.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemisphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay before I get on with this I have to get something of my chest that's been on my mind for a while. Now realise that I have not yet told anybody this story purely cause, well you'll see.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So get this shit. Just the other I got off of work on my lunch break and I went to Century City to get my internet connection sorted out. Long story short, I went and grabbed a bite of lunch at the food court and what-not and decided to take a leak in little boys room after I was done. As I get in there I start to do my thing. You know, no biggie. As I'm handling my business I notice out the corner of my eye some guy who's doing the same thing I'm doin but he's being a bit shifty and restless. I pay this no mind. If there's one thing I've learnt in my years is not to make eye contact with people at the urinals. It's just not done. Period. So this guy finishes his business and washes his hands but the whole time I can feel he has his eye on me. So now its getting a bit weird and I hurry and do my business but as I'm about to leave I try to make eye contact to let him know I aint nobody's bitch. This aint fucken Pollsmoor you know. He leaves. I wash hands. I dry hands. I leave. As I get out I notice he's hanging out in the wings kinda waiting for me. WTF.?. I step in his direction, I kinda had to cause that's how I was leaving. As I get to the end of the corridor I take a left and he goes the other way. Phew! Know here I am thinking the worst is over, that coulda been a really bad situation. Anyway. I go along and get to an escalator and as I look back this guy is following me. WTF.?. As I get up the stairs I realise this guy has paced so fast he's right behind me. I turn around ready to sock the shit outta him and then he whispers to me..."You have a very nice dick" while he licked his lips. Holy shit!!!! I couldn't belive it. Then he ran off into the abyss never to be seen again. I will say it again, I just couldn't beleive that shit. I felt like a piece of meat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you understand why I couldnt get back to the place I just started working at and tell them some Dutch guy tried to mack on me. Phuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. So me and Annie went out to Hemisphere the other night:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135008388088749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M27CquXlI/AAAAAAAABBg/ChaLh6jFENg/s400/P9110314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Annie. I dont know if she's been on this blog before but yeah well there she is. We go back like waaaaaay back. 1993 I think. Check out the retard face I'm pulling. Tsk tsk tsk. Dont worry it get better.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135008851945217634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M3WCquXmI/AAAAAAAABBo/Xed_fvCngf8/s400/P9110316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So if you never been to Hemisphere before then this is what it looks like from inside out. It's like on the top floor of one of the buildings in the CBD. Fucken awesome view man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135009637924232818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M4DyquXnI/AAAAAAAABBw/86ALU4ZO82o/s400/P9110319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is the vibe inside. Pretty schwanky...ish.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135009904212205186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M4TSquXoI/AAAAAAAABB4/Vt_PseF2ZtI/s400/P9110322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So you might be wondering why it is that the place we was at is so empty. Well, my pedigree chum let me tell you. See they had/have this special on that Millers is like R8 before midnight or something ridiculous like that. And being the student that I was at the time of these photo's being taken...well you can pretty much figure out what happened. We stacked up on tht shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135010299349196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M4qSquXpI/AAAAAAAABCA/c6XaTCJ1YoI/s400/P9110323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hehehe, someone couldnt keep up the pace. Ag shame look at her face, it's almost like she wants to throw in the towel...but being the trooper that she is she stuck it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138358939320999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08eOyquYDI/AAAAAAAABE8/LT-g_7j5Cz8/s400/P9110326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And so the place got a bit full...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135010866284879538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M5LSquXrI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fIphu9STLOM/s400/P9110327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...and so did we.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349236693360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0Rs7CquXtI/AAAAAAAABCc/Bqq7TePRzQw/s400/P9110324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we saw these 3 chicks(the extra one is outta focus) who had on the same out fit but in different colours. WTF??? Maybe a girl could explain this to me cause I dont understand how you can knowingly come to a club with two of your friends and the got on the same outfit as you. But in a different colour. I thought that was a no-no for girls. Right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138356860556828674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08cVyquYAI/AAAAAAAABEk/iDcfb1fGc2U/s400/P9110338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And so I met up with Annie's friend and we pulled off a bit of a Blue Steel / Zoolander vibe. Oh and I just remembered, the reason we even went to Hemisphere was because it was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135350001197539058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RtniquXvI/AAAAAAAABCs/YtUOaDhrGkE/s400/P9110336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then I bumped into the Conz there too lookin all gjoogjed up and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135351921047920418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RvXSquXyI/AAAAAAAABDA/OFN89HdjBz4/s400/P9110343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, this was some funny shit. SO I get outta the bathroom and i find Annie hanging in the hallway moonwalking to the ladies room. HAHA! Check the hands all semi-west sided out too. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138359600745963602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08e1SquYFI/AAAAAAAABFM/1nXsBuvWJAw/s400/P9110353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mikila gettin her groove on. She a classic this on is. A classic. Believe that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138359274328449090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08eiSquYEI/AAAAAAAABFE/LjU8boCGocs/s400/P9110346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gals lookin all phly and shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353235307913042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RwjyquX1I/AAAAAAAABDY/WCJud78cWc8/s400/P9110365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah from here on it was all downhill. You can tell cause I started with the aerial shots of action. Thats when you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353729229152098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RxAiquX2I/AAAAAAAABDg/LItxGNMDaZM/s400/P9110384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rozini doing the damn thang. Chesa sexa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138357934298652706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08dUSquYCI/AAAAAAAABE0/bfSVefNlbV4/s400/P9110334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135354588222611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RxyiquX4I/AAAAAAAABDw/rgMbCvqN8pk/s400/P9110387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I love that!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355112208621458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RyRCquX5I/AAAAAAAABD4/gv088eexdfg/s400/P9110388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hepppppppiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135358101505859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0R0_CquX_I/AAAAAAAABEc/Fc5N9zbUh3A/s400/P9110394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So anyway the night was fun and we had a good time and then we had to go but before I left I had to get a shot of this girl. Wow it was the funniest shit ever. I dont think you can see it too well but she was dancing just like Elain Benes. For real . Like her feet were kicking up dust and the thumbs were pointing everywhere and everything. I guess if you're a Seinfeld fan then you'd appreciate it then otherwise I gguess not.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135356297619595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0RzWCquX8I/AAAAAAAABEI/bKzo6z9HZV4/s400/P9110399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway so we stopped at the gas station on the way home and I was talking to Annie bout bout I thought this chicks hair was fake. She kinda overheard me and dared me to pull on it and it was the real deal. I'm for real it was all hers! Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138357418902577170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R08c2SquYBI/AAAAAAAABEs/7doXrKHgQQ8/s400/P9110400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Turns out her and her friends are models from New York who are in town for a bit to do some work and shit,They pretty cool chicks though. Doesnt that one girl look like Amerie? Yup, I keep telling you guys, it's on in Cape Town. But some cats just don't listen. Ah well...more for me I guess. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26571142-8313228683606670985?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/8313228683606670985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=8313228683606670985' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8313228683606670985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8313228683606670985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/11/hemisphere.html' title='Hemisphere'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/R0M27CquXlI/AAAAAAAABBg/ChaLh6jFENg/s72-c/P9110314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-109596050798382406</id><published>2007-11-08T06:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:32:15.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Is Not Enough For Me, No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I was looking through all my pics from before and I was contemplating on wether I should do that whole tedious thing of talking about all them days of yonder when I was galavanting the streets of Cape Town. Then I thought, no. Thats bullshit. Just keep your shit up to date. So that is what I am going to do, keep my shit up to date. Hopefully with shorter intervals but yeah...whateva. Okay so anyway, whats been good in the life and time of bra Suavé. Eish nothing really...you know...just chilling and shit... No wait, I lie! Okay I couldnt take it no more man, I tried to do the whole student thing and I think I should at least get a noddy-badge for making it a year. I couldn't take this shit no more, so I gots me a jobby-job. Yeah its just like yours(I think), a proper 9to5 like evryone else. The way I reckon, I'm not willing to be one of those guys who gets left behind at Christmas and New Years with the kids. You now, the old guy who sneaks in the back to grab a smoke and disguises his Vodka with OJ so nobody notices, all because he was broke. I refuse to be that guy. So far in my twentythree years on this earth I can only remember 1...yes thats right...1 new years I thouroghly enjoyed. And I am not willing to settle for anything less. So there, thats its. Thats all thats going on in my life right now. Oh wait also:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130510828004762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM8aluE46I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/O8rCmVucBiE/s400/P9240002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coupla weeks back I went to the German Bierfest at Paulener(?) at the Waterfront. Very fucken cool. Just for those who dont know(and for shamelessly promoting Cape Town tourism) Paulener has it own brewery on site which they make their 5 beers from. Yes thats right ladies and gentlemen, their very own brewery!! So they have all this kickass beer they serve in 1 litre jugs just like in the movies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130511347695805362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM841uE47I/AAAAAAAAA8g/wHExewZ8ITE/s400/P9240004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vibe was kinda pap when we got there and &lt;em&gt;amazingly&lt;/em&gt;  people cancelled on me. Shame. So I had one beer and decided to head over to the beach and check out the sunset-vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130511893156651970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM9YluE48I/AAAAAAAAA8o/dd5x-Q0j17s/s400/P9240007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way I was greeted by this dear old friend of mine. Yes I know, its been out for a while now but I juat have to put my bid in(for all my Amstel drinkers out there Whut-whuuuut!!). Anyway, I digress...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130512464387302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM951uE49I/AAAAAAAAA8w/yymT5fgX7Y0/s400/P9240014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...sandy beaches!!! Feel very nicey on the toesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130512696315536354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM-HVuE4-I/AAAAAAAAA84/3487JVBVZxI/s400/P9240022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the ninja's too to come hang and The Snipa guy..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130513134402200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM-g1uE4_I/AAAAAAAAA9A/kBOXigE71pA/s400/P9240030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the Tido guy...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130513443639845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM-y1uE5AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uQMV0ixdYeI/s400/P9240031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the Sneed guy. Look at the background and shit. I'm sure people in JHB are just cringing right now innit? Yeah thats right I'm sticking it right in your face. HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130513950445986850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM_QVuE5CI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/r0w7l83VlJQ/s400/P9240033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the cuteness was there too. Look at ye ol dimple o'er there. Innit just cute?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130515303360685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNAfFuE5EI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JmZywGI-3_s/s400/P9240035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' it to ya! HAHAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130515513814082642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNArVuE5FI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Zixk_xDTB58/s400/P9240056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later just as the sun had set, the Boooday...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516110814536818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNBOFuE5HI/AAAAAAAAA-A/TZ-aD6lYeUk/s400/P9240044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the friend came thru to join the party. Actually I lie it was not a paaty,but a nice gathering nontheless&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516364217607298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNBc1uE5II/AAAAAAAAA-I/eHWAQ1K99cY/s400/P9240049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneed bringing sexy back. HAHA! Yeah I know its corny but come on, the door was open. And for the record I dont know if his back is sexy or not, cause I dont want anybody getting confused bout me. Not that there's anything wrong with that!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516626210612370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNBsFuE5JI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/qiqAuZ-k7H8/s400/P9240047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah before the sun had set we played a bit of volleyball and here were the guys we were playing with taking the shit away. Nice guys. Its weird, when I was still in Jozi I'd kinda forget what friendly people were like, cause I always reckoned they wanted something from me. But its different dont here. But not always...there are MAJOR exceptions to the right: "Aweh, skyf?!" - case in point. Alas, again I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130516823779108002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNB3luE5KI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/yF-MVcbPYmU/s400/P9240060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so Tido was feeling nice decided he'd have poeple over at his house to just hang and do the damn thing. So we went to the Harley Spot...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517038527472818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNCEFuE5LI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q59poyTk4mc/s400/P9240062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to get the liqs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517248980870338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNCQVuE5MI/AAAAAAAAA-o/OfLLpZWUQ_Q/s400/P9240065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coupla phone calls later the spot was happening and abuzz with activity. Met this chica. She cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517914700801234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNC3FuE5NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/EYdBd7ddF0g/s400/P9240068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Kayrab was in the house. Oh yeah dude if you reading this then remember, I like my beer cold. Its time to pay up nuuga! Or maybe its me who has to pay you. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518387147203810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNDSluE5OI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_QFQ5b2OPRo/s400/P9240070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The host bruva all diashikee-d out and shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518606190535922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNDfVuE5PI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_h4oeGdIK14/s400/P9240075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've noticed a pattern when I look back at my pics, when I start getting toasted I start to randomly take pictures of myself doing the oddest impressions. You'll come to realise that I'm a pretty random guy. So this is my impression of Jim Halpert from The Office(US). Minus the ciggarrette of course. Hey, I never said I was any good at it okay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518846708704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNDtVuE5QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/97IBWzH-Ci4/s400/P9240080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra Mrakes was in the heezee.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130519039982232850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzND4luE5RI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/djPFnwGaLUY/s400/P9240085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130519254730597666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNEFFuE5SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/9xoOe10k0ME/s400/P9240089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets everybody make a note of this. Zimtoto was out and about. Okay not that Tido's counts as out and about but anyway she was out of the house. Its a miracle I tell you! Just look outside quick, I think there's afaun riding a flying pig in the sky. HAHAHA! ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130521664207250802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNGRVuE5XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9w4812mObRU/s400/P9240090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...people were there and we paatied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130522153833522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNGt1uE5YI/AAAAAAAAA_8/lj8IUziQsDI/s400/P9240104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeeDee was in the house, on holiday from the J-Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130523708611683762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNIIVuE5bI/AAAAAAAABAQ/PthE1LkdWho/s400/P9240164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fraulin. I only say so cause she is from Germany and she was really cool. I think we spoke for like 20 minutes but I cant for the life of me remember what we spoke about. Holy bajeezuz! Look at my eyes! HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130523227575346594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNHsVuE5aI/AAAAAAAABAI/cg9UGvew56M/s400/P9240116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra Paolo was in the mix too and the S-to-the-Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130524825303180738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNJJVuE5cI/AAAAAAAABAY/r9Jx4HGy2rw/s400/P9240171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130525980649383410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNKMluE5fI/AAAAAAAABAw/d7sKcI5E8fE/s400/P9240193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130526285592061442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNKeVuE5gI/AAAAAAAABA4/3tPH1Qpz5p0/s400/P9240198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made me (burnt) sammich at the end of the night. There's is but one reason I took this photo, my camera has a 'cuisine; setting and I did not have any other oppurtunity to use it except now there so go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130526672139118098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNK01uE5hI/AAAAAAAABBA/pMzG9ojN45c/s400/P9250223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, to get rid of Bra Babalas went to the chesa nyama in Langa to sort out the morning blues. After that we went back to the beach...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130526972786828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNLGVuE5iI/AAAAAAAABBI/ADChtroPiW8/s400/P9250230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to check out the sunset...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130527200420095538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNLTluE5jI/AAAAAAAABBQ/d3JDLIwQDaQ/s400/P9250239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the Sisters. Pretty huh? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130527655686628930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzNLuFuE5kI/AAAAAAAABBY/2ppc6XGcalM/s400/P9250238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stase doing the model thing. I wonder why she never persued that avenue.Shortly hereafter my phucken camera died and I was unable to take any more photo's. Ah well. Till next time. Soon I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheerio, Toodle-do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-109596050798382406?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/109596050798382406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=109596050798382406' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/109596050798382406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/109596050798382406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-is-not-enough-for-me-no.html' title='Two Is Not Enough For Me, No.'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RzM8aluE46I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/O8rCmVucBiE/s72-c/P9240002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-6279579925516341984</id><published>2007-10-21T05:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:40:37.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yup yup!!! And I'm back. Its been such a while since I last blogged it kinda feels weird to be writing again. Alas, here we are. So lemme see, I think its been bout ummm maybe four months since I last updated and yeah a lot has been going down. So just to be fair to my old friend Fluffy I will continue from where I left off. Lets just get straight into it.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818595177333602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt13XsWA2I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TXyzKlEFFOc/s400/P6150283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So not so not so long ago I went to a paaty out in Harfield at a friend of a friends place. When I got there I realised it was some or other theme party that was happening. For the life of me I cant remember what the theme was but I'm sure it was a 30's or 40's paaty. Whatever. Anyway so in anycase...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123812496323773250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RxtwUXsWA0I/AAAAAAAAA3A/iih7seNAA5I/s400/P6150278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...what is the first thing that greets my eyes? This poor lady here. HAHA, guess some people cant handle it huh? And the strange thing bout this was that the paaty was just startin so any guesses as towho's been drinking for a while? Heehee.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818831400534898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt2FHsWA3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MVuqCF6Mtsw/s400/P6150284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Like we (and by 'we' I mean us precious Rand saving students) always do at house paaties there was the old standard puncheroo! I cant remember much but I do remember spike it up a notch cause it was a bitjie weak. These youngins dont know that I'm from the old school wit mine! Cant be drinkin no juice and shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123819583019811746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt2w3sWA6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/WAWHy9hyGHY/s400/P6150290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think Miss Phee and her friend were pretty happy with the result.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123812741136909138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RxtwinsWA1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Yq6JkL9W9pI/s400/P6150282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Someone was looking rather sombre.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123819827832947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt2_HsWA7I/AAAAAAAAA34/NAd8SLziFnw/s400/P6150298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was rollin wit Julie. Its so weird how people used to comment that we look alike. You think? Nah!! Cause if that was so it would be REAL weird. Really.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820051171247042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt3MHsWA8I/AAAAAAAAA4A/C8CRng0lAk4/s400/P6150305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;T-Bone, the host. "And all girls say he's pretty phly, for a white guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820304574317522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt3a3sWA9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/hFZVSqj4Mf0/s400/P6150312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I think T-Bone's rommie is one of those practicing fire performers. and this is him in his element. See him in the middle there getting all surrounded with the fire?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820532207584226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt3oHsWA-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/G8Lld1gs5Kg/s400/P6150315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Very cool!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820927344575474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt3_HsWA_I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/s63t-VboEiA/s400/P6150318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One, I mean three of the party goers. I kinda forgot (t)he(i)r name(s). HAHA! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821163567776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt4M3sWBAI/AAAAAAAAA4g/GZ6NxCu1hrI/s400/P6150319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I do rember who she was wit tho, that's Licious. I met her officially after having 'seen' her about 5 times around the way. The sweetest girl one the planet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821378316141586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt4ZXsWBBI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9NN-5dy1EJo/s400/P6150326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One guess who the hickie-d cup belongs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822529367376994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt5cXsWBGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nou5JUglusY/s400/P6150325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822078395810882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt5CHsWBEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FXBAlS4Zr1g/s400/P6150343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I'm chilling drinkin my drink and what do I see? People just chilling on the couches taking a rest? Wait lets take a closer look.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821618834310178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt4nXsWBCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ly7RezVWQt4/s400/P6150330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wait, is that...? Is she...? Could she...no...probably not. Wait a minute...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821867942413362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt413sWBDI/AAAAAAAAA44/gEm-rVwWy0w/s400/P6150333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is! HAHAHAHA!!! Poor girl is &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;(nocked)&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;(he)&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;(uck)&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;(ut)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822297439142994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt5O3sWBFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/D7qTJC7K94I/s400/P6160344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meanwhile in the other room someone was coppin a feel. Sneaky sneaky...look how she doesnt even notice...or doesnt care. Who knows? Five points to me for catching the moment!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822877259727986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt5wnsWBHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/7LFkqiN10C4/s400/P6160347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the guy in the middle? Yeah he's the fireguy/titty-grabber/totally-awesome-Tony-Montana look alike. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123824526527169746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt7QnsWBNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/HmLzui78oJA/s400/P6160356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then I met these guys. Where else can you meet Zoolander twins? Or is it Blue Steel? Strike a pose boys!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823152137634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt6AnsWBII/AAAAAAAAA5g/F9x4Aql2pro/s400/P6150303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Miss was getting busy! I have this really cool video clip of her doing the dip, something that she and I know will always be one of my favourite things ever! But blogger is acting like a bitch and wont lemme upload it. Its the best thing ever! Ah well...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823474260182162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt6TXsWBJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/W4x2n6KR3sU/s400/P6160390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Feel the rythym, feel the rhyme. Look in the back there, see who's awake? Or tryna be at least...HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823744843121826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt6jHsWBKI/AAAAAAAAA5w/3dp2R2alI74/s400/P6160391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ao! check out the all-starness. But you cant be rocking All Stars and a cocktail(?) dress without...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823976771355826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt6wnsWBLI/AAAAAAAAA54/kNQir7lPDX0/s400/P6160392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...the ill ass gangster pose! HAHA! Check out the Wessside W on the hand too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123824234469393602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt6_nsWBMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/nX1o07N0qek/s400/P6160398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alas, the party was done and we decided to roll the dice and go to town to see what was going on. But first we got some food at good ol trusty Mohammed's.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123824852944684258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt7jnsWBOI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/hiCBy9ObJPE/s400/P6160400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went to Hippyville, oops, I mean Zula on Long.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123825080577950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt7w3sWBPI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1UfdEM5rC5A/s400/P6160402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And it was filled with realy sweaty jumping men.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123825583089124626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt8OHsWBRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4dBtSTp0bFs/s400/P6160407.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some thought it was cool. Others not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Next Day&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123825935276442914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt8insWBSI/AAAAAAAAA6w/FJg7357ZTWQ/s400/P6160411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I went to go check out a friend of mine the next day...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123826141434873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt8unsWBTI/AAAAAAAAA64/6jYMiXSLyrw/s400/P6160413.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and met this girl. There's nothing particulary fancy bout her besides the fact that she reminds me of a girl that I know who's moved to London now. They look so similar...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123826519391995202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt9EnsWBUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0kS2Eo7_gNo/s400/P6160421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and they like to dance! This is errbody tryna teach her to do the hussle. Or at least I think thats what its called. She didnt do too bad at all actually.&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zzpwg6rCQG0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zzpwg6rCQG0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Snipa went and pulled all the stops with the moves! HAHAHA! And before you say anything I was still getting used to my camera and I didnt know the vid would come out the wrong way round. Anyway, check out the vid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123827627493557618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt-FHsWBXI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2qrmJfftSew/s400/P6170462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Later that night I went out again to Zula cause there was a gig going down wit MXO and em. Notice that it costs R20 to get inside but only in Cape Town will you have people who still complain that its too much. Say what?!?! Obvioulsy some people aint been out in Jozi before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123827051967939922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt9jnsWBVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/7vmqryXnVr4/s400/P6160429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And guess who was in town too? The one and only, bra Chewy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123827271011272034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt9wXsWBWI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/e4RBW-haF30/s400/P6160428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next thing you know he's pulling out the "get a load of this guy" pose. He didnt know that I come with the quickness on it. You cant get me buddy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123828477897082258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt-2nsWBZI/AAAAAAAAA7o/jzOt0Mb4vbE/s400/P6170437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneed with MXO&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123828761364923810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt_HHsWBaI/AAAAAAAAA7w/7Uv_EB84u_w/s400/P6170451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bra Melz.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123829517279167954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt_zHsWBdI/AAAAAAAAA8I/oUU9vswKbxA/s400/P6170461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show I hanged with these lovely ladies...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123829250991195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt_jnsWBcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e-JonoAPfek/s400/P6170460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and her too. The Sooper-Qool Krew. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123829010473026994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt_VnsWBbI/AAAAAAAAA74/xqK-o23_rBg/s400/P6170454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneed striking a pose with the gals.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123829783567140322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RxuACnsWBeI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OuHyA7V73no/s400/P6170466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time to hang up the boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outtty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26571142-6279579925516341984?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/6279579925516341984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=6279579925516341984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6279579925516341984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6279579925516341984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/10/roundup.html' title='The Roundup'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rxt13XsWA2I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TXyzKlEFFOc/s72-c/P6150283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-5167414475765558086</id><published>2007-08-22T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:36:12.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Yeah like you didnt know that. I'm not one for many excuses but it has been winter and for anyone whose lived in Cape Town will understand. But I'll be back. Can't say when though but the sun is shining and it's looking like a better day out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont lose the faith. Keep the hope alive. Keep truckin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hundreds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5167414475765558086?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5167414475765558086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5167414475765558086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5167414475765558086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5167414475765558086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus...'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-1210865710122504544</id><published>2007-06-25T02:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:29:51.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Choclate Caramel Vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greetings! My name is Suavé and I'm an alcoholic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay I'm not really but that sounds like a cool intro. Yeah once again I'm back in this bitch to gooi a bit of an update as to what is the goings of late in the streets of Cape Town. So at the moment I'm currently on holiday so I'm trying to get myself a little gig on the side. Now get this shit right I went for some gig that was SUPPOSED to be in an office but instead I got slipped off like slavery to Stellenbosch. Now if you dont know Stellies is a good 50Kays outta town. So I get there and these sonzabitches want me to go door-to-door selling 258 piece crayon set that comes with the most evil looking, satanistic cackling witch toy for free. Can you believe that shit? I looked at them and told them to kick my natural brown eye! This is the kinda stuff movies are made out of and I was living that shit.Yo I could go on and on bout this but lets get into on another day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5th Floor Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080007589890920370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_P_Ou8j7I/AAAAAAAAAws/SqBrjszoeyI/s400/P6080129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this a pic that I found at my momz place of me when I was a wee-one. I'm not sure how old I was here maybe 8? It's so weird going through old albums of yourself and seeing yourself when you were mad young. It's all good tho, I was still killing the girls even in Primary schol. Chesa boy! HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079986346982673938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn-8quu8jhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/YqOM4vopRwg/s400/P6070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along so if you remember I had a banner up on the site bout 5th Floor performing live. Anyway I'm sure its been a good coupla years since these guys have actually gigged. So this is the place and the support wasnt too bad at all on the night. the peeps came out in their numbers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079989362049715762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn-_aOu8jjI/AAAAAAAAAts/LXaOkT30u4Y/s400/P6070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fella's kickin back before the show started. Oh and in case you didnt know who they were lemme give you a proper formal introduction:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080000520374751010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Jjuu8jyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4H2aEw1THWw/s400/P6070100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Melz aka SOS aka Son Of The Soul&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079995787320790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_FQOu8jsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Gr6munDTXbI/s400/P6070083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sneed aka Camo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079995301989486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Ez-u8jrI/AAAAAAAAAus/4SxqqR1SR9s/s400/P6070065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big brother Casual aka KasualT (like casualty...get it?) and Snipaon the right there with the streetfight hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079987725667175970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn-96-u8jiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/boYKkfvHvCo/s400/P6070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jay aka Sparkz. The list actually goes on and one but not everybody was there to throw down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - If you down to cop an album holla at a bruva yeah? It's good shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079991990569700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_BzOu8jnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3W6fiWZyijI/s400/P6070041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Martymar was MCing for the evening and he held it down. Kept the crowd in check and shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079991170230947426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_BDeu8jmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YojD-sGQYPs/s400/P6070033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were all treated to a nice suprise performance by Vicky. My gawd can this woman sing! Jeezus! I swear if she plays her cards right she could very easily go big on the South African market. For real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079989954755202626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn-_8uu8jkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/almAe5mRD04/s400/P6070012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was really enjoying it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079990637655002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Akeu8jlI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aplm52tnxzg/s400/P6070017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crowd pics. Remember I said the ladies came out in their support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079992699239304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Cceu8joI/AAAAAAAAAuU/h8HDivWxB3I/s400/P6070062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and they did. GangstaG and Emkay in the mix!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079996547530002130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_F8eu8jtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XNrxWWhpoug/s400/P6070068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosy and her friend where also parlayin in the cut and shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079998845337505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_ICOu8jwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/5Y6L5GmjDIY/s400/P6070096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;a href="http://penada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big Man Penada&lt;/a&gt; aka The Simple Guy was there too. HAHA, this cat is so funny! We were hanging out the other day and had just consumed like a bunch of litres of beer between the five of us all he kept saying was: "Me, I'm a simple guy. I dont want much outta life". Doesnt sound so funny now but it was hilarious when we were hanging. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079999511057436434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Io-u8jxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8zC8vOsUqbs/s400/P6070099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the Retro Girl was there too. Apparently she used to have a blog too but tha disappeared into thin air. It was quite entertaining.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080001190389649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_KKuu8jzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/bSCStm2zosI/s400/P6070104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always I was hanging wit me Julie. She says the show was good which is a good thing cause she can be very picky bout her music. So if that's anything to go by then maybe you should listen to it too. So if you want a copy holla!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080002809592319810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Lo-u8j0I/AAAAAAAAAv0/ENaevbop_Ks/s400/P6070110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is one crazy ass dude. He's from Canada and shit and everytime I bump into this cat its all bout orgies and all typsa crazy talk. He's always got me in stitches whenever I hang wit him. Pity he's left tho...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080003136009834322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_L7-u8j1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Xl-rPkkGB4A/s400/P6080117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwwww &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080003733010288482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Meuu8j2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/VnWh5gIgL9c/s400/P6080119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gnagsta Unit saw in full effect too. Haha, check out Stefoner's face! Good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080004377255382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_NEOu8j3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/1CUReEs3HN4/s400/P6080120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really dig this pic, dont really know why but it's a dopie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080004798162177922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Ncuu8j4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/aN06slzvmrc/s400/P6080121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kayrab parlayin in the cut.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080005330738122642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_N7uu8j5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/pncCTSrYxUc/s400/P6080122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wont lie to you I have no idea what the hell was going on here. I'm guessing the robot maybe? Haha, pretty odd innit?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080006078062432162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_OnOu8j6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hC8T912meqc/s400/P6080125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heheheheheheheheee. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079993880355311266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_DhOu8jqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Imhir4slNOI/s400/P6070064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah I remember Yang was giving us all these little pink markings above the eye and I really have no idea why. After a while pretty much every one in the club had one. I dont know what she was celebrating but it was kinda weird to me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079993201750478482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_C5uu8jpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ezmD1efM8hw/s400/P6070063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, even Ant has one. Yeah the night was good and we got down after the performance and had a good time. I think they even threw us out cause we were the last people there. Holleration to the 5th for the good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Streetz&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080008423114575810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_Qvuu8j8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/QftoMDBO_dQ/s400/P6080133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the one thing I have come to appreciate about being a student is being able to just hang out in the streets at like weird times. Okay maybe their not that weird but if you work in an office chances are you'll never see Muslims praying at Mosque on Friday afternoon.  I've known about it for years and this was the first time I saw it with my eyes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080370862519783410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEaYeu8j_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/9nxH36Q_w78/s400/P6080143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or even seeing striking workers is a rare thing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080010390209597394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_SiOu8j9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/r0Ogcdlxk-Q/s400/P6080140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for some reason this guy decided to blast that thing into my ear. Like thats gonna make things any better. I've always wondered what the fuck people are doing when I go to a store on a random weekday afternoon and its full of people. Guess I'm one of them now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Vac Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080371652793765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEbGeu8kAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-xgqha0Pbfw/s400/P6080149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can guess I'm currently on my vac right now and I aint doing shit. So me Julie and her friends were throwing a party to celebrate the beginning of a long winter. The party was cool but it only made it better that it was...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080376935603540050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEf5-u8kFI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uYtDObatbwU/s400/P6090163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...my birthday! Woohoo! Halala Suavé. Ke tswere shampayni, ke tswere shampayne! Siya celebrayta!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080372748010426402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEcGOu8kCI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pPZJfMq4D0I/s400/P6080150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl is so sweet, she was the host for the evening and she wasnt wasting anytime and started getting down and dirty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080373581234081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEc2uu8kDI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qRPsyRiRPPU/s400/P6080159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one on me Julie's friends Phoenix. She is a super cool. Rock star in training!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080379692972544162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEiaeu8kKI/AAAAAAAAAyk/bXUQywoMgwM/s400/P6090171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are a coupla other friends of me Julie's. I'm not going to try come up with clever names for htem cause I really dont know who they are. Except the girl on the right.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080380148239077554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEi0-u8kLI/AAAAAAAAAys/QpuNWUZaFPk/s400/P6090174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw, cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080379375144964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEiH-u8kJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/nY0zlNIo3lI/s400/P6090169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway we were still gettin down and people were talking their shit...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080378816799215746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEhneu8kII/AAAAAAAAAyU/HYQu_EYgBH0/s400/P6090167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and drinking that Shampayne.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080377811776868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEgs-u8kHI/AAAAAAAAAyM/dTuRGptnbGA/s400/P6090166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then squishing up the cheekses for the camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080377330740531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEgQ-u8kGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/v9HeMbN6Ttc/s400/P6090164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont froget it. Like my old boy Rick James says: It's a celebrations bitches. Enjoy yourself HAHAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080399887908770498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoE0x-u8ksI/AAAAAAAAA20/GLV4yEUI3A4/s400/P6080162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, them girls is crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday Celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this funny thing of not wanting to celbrate my birthday. Not that I'm being weird about it or anything but I just dont really think that it's a big deal or anything. Anyway, me Julie thought that was a bit strange and convinced me to actually do it proper. So I decided to do a little something at a place called Beleza but weirdly enough there was another guy I mnet who's birthday was on the same day. One thing led to another and he was doing his thing at the exact same place. Funny how things work innit?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080380822548943042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEjcOu8kMI/AAAAAAAAAy0/v7Ic6p9tWGo/s400/P6090176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we spent the day at Meeshee's place hanging out and talking shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice too that we all have a cup in our hands. Note: Always do your drinking before you go out that way you save a whole lot of money. Write that down!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080381531218546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEkFeu8kNI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2JGdVkdkDqQ/s400/P6090179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Tabz there in the back wit the cheezy smile. And Meeshee in the front.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080382038024687842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEki-u8kOI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_KNRvk_aVGU/s400/P6090178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good enough angle babe? HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080382635025142002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoElFuu8kPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/wm5aJs0nrSg/s400/P6090184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the crew looking fierce! Work it grrrlz! So I've decided to call them the Killa Army. For reasons that are pretty damn obvious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080383146126250242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEljeu8kQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/z0qQ8AcVooc/s400/P6090186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant get over how rad this chick is. And I dig the shirt too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080386955762241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEpBOu8kWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Dz2uVnkscbI/s400/P6090197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway we eventually got to the place and this is it. Pretty nifty looking spot I must say.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080384310062387490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEmnOu8kSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/64S6nujB4DU/s400/P6090188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fella's were already there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080384881293037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEnIeu8kTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8L0w5F13qGg/s400/P6090190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so what my boy Matt. Fuck me and this guiy go way back. I met him when we were rookie yes-men at an evil corporation. That was a real kak time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080385426753884482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEnoOu8kUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/e-4OKO3ckGo/s400/P6090195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The galz were out in the numbers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080386612164858194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEotOu8kVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/VVUodwhevy8/s400/P6090199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So check out the awesome skill. You cant even tell that I'm taking the pic. Cause I got dem looong hands. Yeah boy! And I dig these typa pics too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080387264999887218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEpTOu8kXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/aXyBHGbXplY/s400/P6090204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Boogie. She's also part of the killa army.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080388312971907458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEqQOu8kYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/qxb55qbYUnU/s400/P6090206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why but I really dig this pic. They look like they just got busted doing something they shouldnt have.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080388768238440850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEqquu8kZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TmagItnFqh8/s400/P6090208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know what birthdays call for right? Thats right: TEQUILA! I'm not that old yet, my stomach can still take it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080389171965366690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoErCOu8kaI/AAAAAAAAA0k/OK5OAkLHd0M/s400/P6090211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebodies having a good time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080389734606082482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEri-u8kbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Iki6Xz9myLk/s400/P6100217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear if these two werent together you'd swear from this pic that this would be a rather worrysome photo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080390073908498882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEr2uu8kcI/AAAAAAAAA00/Nr5PD576lTI/s400/P6100219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the gals that were there. Dont ask caus eI also dont know them, I was just the camera guy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080390576419672530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEsT-u8kdI/AAAAAAAAA08/rof2oyu6KlI/s400/P6100222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080390911427121634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEsneu8keI/AAAAAAAAA1E/svhmQsx1Pn0/s400/P6100228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fella's had smiles all round. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080391362398687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEtBuu8kfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/tvTHs4CoUAI/s400/P6100232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parlaying in the cut!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080392406075740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEt-eu8kgI/AAAAAAAAA1U/T9j7xwzZwhI/s400/P6100234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chesa gal! I know a guy is not supposed to go on about this but she is a hottie. I sometimes cant believe it myself. Phew! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080392912881881618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEub-u8khI/AAAAAAAAA1c/FOH_Pz1Jwos/s400/P6100237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, check out my face. HAHA! Looks like someone tried to stick a finger up my ass. HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080394085407953442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEvgOu8kiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SIlbhNqwYIQ/s400/P6100240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now this I remember. I remember this being the point when I lost all control of my body, memory included. Just look at my eyes yo. It's like they all squint like n shit staring into the distance for no apparent reason. But I dont care. Cause it was my birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080395133379973698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEwdOu8kkI/AAAAAAAAA10/2zbTR7CPzS4/s400/P6100246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she has a rather large part to play in me getting that way. I was getting so liqoured cause she kepty gooing me wit shot every half an hour to make sure I celebrate right. I didnt even know her but she was so sweet. Thanks again anonymous lady!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080394484839911986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEv3eu8kjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/zl1Lq4mkonM/s400/P6100242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, some dont want to be seen.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080395889294217810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoExJOu8klI/AAAAAAAAA18/xIVhDLyWTC8/s400/P6100249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me Julie's cousin who she randomly bumped into at a party the day before. She has a very interesting take on life I tell ya.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080396383215456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoExl-u8kmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/fanK6EDqT6s/s400/P6100250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA, this guy in the middle is sofa king funny. He's the owner of the place but he';s got a sailor's tongue. But I'm sure he was happy that night cause he's never seen his spot so full in his life. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080397010280682098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEyKeu8knI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bSM-qtYVkcs/s400/P6100251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the other girls that were there. Dont bother cause I dont know them either.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080397796259697298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoEy4Ou8kpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/dtQ-JRiGDoE/s400/P6100260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee hee&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080399131994526386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RoE0F-u8krI/AAAAAAAAA2s/TO7tjYxqM2I/s400/P6100264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was pretty sloshed come the end of the evening. But you know how I do. Still Keepin it Gangsta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26571142-1210865710122504544?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/1210865710122504544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=1210865710122504544' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/1210865710122504544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/1210865710122504544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/06/choclate-caramel-vanilla.html' title='Choclate Caramel Vanilla'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rn_P_Ou8j7I/AAAAAAAAAws/SqBrjszoeyI/s72-c/P6080129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-8527209112882309932</id><published>2007-06-08T06:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:40:00.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Celebration Bitches...Enjoy Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073733389995773442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RmmFouu8jgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uZCMAhM1GWA/s400/EPSN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's my birthday and Imma get drunk for old times sake! Raise your glasses my good fellows and join me in my celebration. *Hick*, okay I might have started a bit early but hey, it's all good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&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/26571142-8527209112882309932?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/8527209112882309932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=8527209112882309932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8527209112882309932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/8527209112882309932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-celebration-bitchesenjoy-yourself.html' title='It&apos;s A Celebration Bitches...Enjoy Yourself!'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RmmFouu8jgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uZCMAhM1GWA/s72-c/EPSN0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-1502375934123685534</id><published>2007-05-30T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:52:26.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5TH FLOOR LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="187" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/9361/flyerfinaluq8.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-1502375934123685534?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/1502375934123685534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=1502375934123685534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/1502375934123685534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/1502375934123685534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/05/5th-floor-live.html' title='5TH FLOOR LIVE'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-2082005678501459445</id><published>2007-05-21T07:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:30:46.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taur/mini Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orale Ese! What's the goodly good crack-a-lackings? Excsuse me for a moment while I just say: GAWD DAMN ITS COLD!!!!! I dont know what the hell is going on in this place but it aint never been like this before. I remember the days growing up as a kid in Bloemfontein where I'd have to wait for the bus at like 5 inna morning to get to schoool in my shorts and grey Magic Johnson socks. If my memory serves me correctly that particular period wasnt as cold as it is right now. Shit! I mean I dont know bout others but I hate having a crack in the blanket system at any time of the night but now it seems so much more intense! And it's like 12 midday and I got the damn heater on cause my knuckles cant take the cold. Alas, what can I do about it? Well for starters I got on 2 pairs of pants on right now so that's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I think my blog had a birthday on the 20th of April. Whoo Hoo! Heppi! Join me in a celbratory drink this Friday on the Strip. If you cant make it then just drop some liquor(or juice, I'm not picky) onto the ground and say: "For my homie". HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;besides the shitty weather and the rain, we had a blazing time at Ptay's birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHRKQfK5aI/AAAAAAAAAo8/HLLog-ktQwI/s1600-h/P5190232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHRKQfK5aI/AAAAAAAAAo8/HLLog-ktQwI/s400/P5190232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067061029923120546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As these things normally go the evening started out rather quietly, like they should. See? Everybody is all behaved-like and appropriately drinking their free wine/beer. (Thanks Ptay for the little tab-nyana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHRcgfK5bI/AAAAAAAAApE/_GRO22iuiJE/s1600-h/P5190240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHRcgfK5bI/AAAAAAAAApE/_GRO22iuiJE/s400/P5190240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067061343455733170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and the birthday girl. Okay everybody say it with me now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEPPI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHSmQfK5eI/AAAAAAAAApc/zUSHECcDRZM/s1600-h/P5190257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHSmQfK5eI/AAAAAAAAApc/zUSHECcDRZM/s400/P5190257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067062610471085538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is part of her posse. I dont even know how big the posse is actually but I'll tell you one thing...she rolls DEEP! Anyway I have been busting my brain to give them aka's but to no avail. For now just remember them as Jos, Cee and Ant. Corny but hey, whatever...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHS5QfK5fI/AAAAAAAAApk/LZ01w3T_zEI/s1600-h/P5190262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHS5QfK5fI/AAAAAAAAApk/LZ01w3T_zEI/s400/P5190262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067062936888600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is somemore. I wont lie, I have no idea who the other friends are, except the one at the end. Even then I still dont know her name. She kinda reminds me of a young girl on SABC2 who presents a kiddies show(wink wink - LN). Viva el vino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHddAfK53I/AAAAAAAAAsk/crNuoIdx-pU/s1600-h/P5200360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHddAfK53I/AAAAAAAAAsk/crNuoIdx-pU/s400/P5200360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067074546185201522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one of them crazy character's you happen to meet every once in a while in a lifetime. Tido is the name. Crazy cat, but good peeps though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZFgfK5uI/AAAAAAAAArc/mdDpN4yBuBE/s1600-h/P5190319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZFgfK5uI/AAAAAAAAArc/mdDpN4yBuBE/s400/P5190319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067069744411764450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and another crazy one, TP. As you can see, I reckon the good vino was starting to take effect and as we know it has the most adverse effects on us all. Like with TP, he just happens to smile uncontrollably and hug anyone near to him. HAHA! Anyway the more we drank the more we socialised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHauwfK5yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/E3nmRoR0vV4/s1600-h/P5190339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHauwfK5yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/E3nmRoR0vV4/s400/P5190339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067071552592996130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and the more we took random pics of random girls we dont know. I say we cause I was not the only one on camera duty that night...*ahem*...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHaTQfK5xI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TRsewdlX7kg/s1600-h/P5190335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHaTQfK5xI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TRsewdlX7kg/s400/P5190335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067071080146593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this one I do know. She is quiet entertaining actually. A bit of a space cadet but entertaining nonetheless. It's weird everytime I review an evening she always seems to be in there with some amazing facial expression that can give and WTF contestant a run for their money. For real. I cant release any of them cause they have not yet been commissioned for public scrutiny. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHXhQfK5rI/AAAAAAAAArE/FZ7-aEvPgyc/s1600-h/P5190301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHXhQfK5rI/AAAAAAAAArE/FZ7-aEvPgyc/s400/P5190301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067068022129878706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See here's TP smiling again uncontrollably. HAHA! What can you say? The guys with him I met but forgot their names. Hey I'm not a bad guy aight? You forget names too dont ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHWUQfK5oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QCz09hfi66k/s1600-h/P5190297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHWUQfK5oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QCz09hfi66k/s400/P5190297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067066699279951490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ey? Remember Emkay ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHWvQfK5pI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-gz6xqSOy1k/s1600-h/P5190298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHWvQfK5pI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-gz6xqSOy1k/s400/P5190298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067067163136419474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Gangsta G from JHB? Yup, they've also moved down to CPT. Always a good thing.(PS - This photo is so fitting for G cause in case you didnt know ladies and gentlemen...she gangsta. No really.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHYKwfK5sI/AAAAAAAAArM/DyvR8LKCRBY/s1600-h/P5190318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHYKwfK5sI/AAAAAAAAArM/DyvR8LKCRBY/s400/P5190318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067068735094449858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the manager guy. Dont ask me why he's in the photoreel. Or even why anybody took a photo of him. I only put this pic here to show you how calm everything was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHUnAfK5kI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cB4YsPVwRus/s1600-h/P5190281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHUnAfK5kI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cB4YsPVwRus/s400/P5190281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067064822379243074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around the building. Notice how everybody is just chilling conversating and what not. Yeah that was all good and dandy before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHU5QfK5lI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sjMP_33CC5k/s1600-h/P5190286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHU5QfK5lI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sjMP_33CC5k/s400/P5190286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067065135911855698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the white guy! Nobody knows his name or where he came from. All we know is that he's a UCT guy and that he's called: The White Guy! This dude tore the place the fuck up! I mean I was amazed at his track selection: Dilla, Doom, Souls Of Mischief, Jeru and some other shit I cant remember right now. Dont believe it? Well neither did I till I saw Ptay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHVagfK5mI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mS3lUDeUVcE/s1600-h/P5190324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHVagfK5mI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mS3lUDeUVcE/s400/P5190324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067065707142506082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...bust out the moves! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZ4QfK5wI/AAAAAAAAArs/LrgllZe3bps/s1600-h/P5190333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZ4QfK5wI/AAAAAAAAArs/LrgllZe3bps/s400/P5190333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067070616290125570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kayrab doing the crazy! HAHA! Yeah it's like things completely changed in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHV1AfK5nI/AAAAAAAAAqk/dXI3Tc0HrN4/s1600-h/P5190293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHV1AfK5nI/AAAAAAAAAqk/dXI3Tc0HrN4/s400/P5190293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067066162409039474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out came the VaVaVoom&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHcnwfK51I/AAAAAAAAAsU/n96XAKLtC6U/s1600-h/P5200347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHcnwfK51I/AAAAAAAAAsU/n96XAKLtC6U/s400/P5200347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067073631357167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photosnappin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHSUAfK5dI/AAAAAAAAApU/pHAqm813zCM/s1600-h/P5190249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHSUAfK5dI/AAAAAAAAApU/pHAqm813zCM/s400/P5190249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067062296938472914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the "get a load of this guy" pointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHR6wfK5cI/AAAAAAAAApM/qGsBqxE1eoU/s1600-h/P5190248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHR6wfK5cI/AAAAAAAAApM/qGsBqxE1eoU/s400/P5190248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067061863146776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHUUQfK5jI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EJKBrq4w450/s1600-h/P5190275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHUUQfK5jI/AAAAAAAAAqE/EJKBrq4w450/s400/P5190275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067064500256695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, good times!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHT3gfK5iI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VbmD74bkpZ0/s1600-h/P5190273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHT3gfK5iI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VbmD74bkpZ0/s400/P5190273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067064006335456802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ys, and I forgot to mention that my rolling partner was there in full tow. Also snapping with the random girl(who weirdly enough is in a coupla photo's. Hmmm, wonder who the culprit is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHTkAfK5hI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ALkXY7iw-LE/s1600-h/P5190265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHTkAfK5hI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ALkXY7iw-LE/s400/P5190265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067063671328007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A coupla the shorty's that where there. Notice I say shorty's cause their all taken! So guys if you see this just know that I witheld your honour with your ladies and it has been made known that none should fuck with your girls. But of course if you slip...well...you know...there are many a scavenger out there. Not me of course, but I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHTOwfK5gI/AAAAAAAAAps/HvPqCXZ0o2E/s1600-h/P5190264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHTOwfK5gI/AAAAAAAAAps/HvPqCXZ0o2E/s400/P5190264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067063306255787522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, how weird is this. The guy Jos I'm sitting next to is like probably one of the few cats my height in this place. And he's mad younger than me. But he's a cool cat though. From London-town too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHcNAfK50I/AAAAAAAAAsM/258qzBERPVw/s1600-h/P5200346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHcNAfK50I/AAAAAAAAAsM/258qzBERPVw/s400/P5200346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067073171795666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway getting back to the party. Ant and Zwe were having a ball.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHYigfK5tI/AAAAAAAAArU/_s_Ppi_86GA/s1600-h/P5190323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHYigfK5tI/AAAAAAAAArU/_s_Ppi_86GA/s400/P5190323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067069143116342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwww, I love this photo. Oh I shall also make special note that she is also a fantastic chica. Real good peeps. And if you read this Ant, I will bring your Napolean, I pwomise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHftwfK58I/AAAAAAAAAtM/_lIqQsTqe7g/s1600-h/P5190308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHftwfK58I/AAAAAAAAAtM/_lIqQsTqe7g/s400/P5190308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067077032971265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooooh. Artsy! I was trying this thing with my cam but it didnt work out right. A bit of practice and I'll get it right you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZigfK5vI/AAAAAAAAArk/nWwHaIXZKG0/s1600-h/P5190330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHZigfK5vI/AAAAAAAAArk/nWwHaIXZKG0/s400/P5190330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067070242627970802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D was also in the mix. Holding a Cobra. It's a nice beer. And while we are on the topic, I'm so glad that Amstel is on its way back soon! Hope it dont cost more than it did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHepgfK56I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Cf0iolY28vM/s1600-h/P5200367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHepgfK56I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Cf0iolY28vM/s400/P5200367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067075860445194146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jos keepin it gangsta! Notice if you will the tiny heads by his nipples. They are standing up you know. Now you got an idea how tall the cat is, given the too are a bit shorter than most but you understand right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHeRwfK55I/AAAAAAAAAs0/t2SXR_DBp3Y/s1600-h/P5200368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHeRwfK55I/AAAAAAAAAs0/t2SXR_DBp3Y/s400/P5200368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067075452423301010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also dig this photo much but how much of a sleeze does Sneed look like in here? HAHA! Licking his lips n shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHd5gfK54I/AAAAAAAAAss/Ms40gZgJ3P0/s1600-h/P5200364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHd5gfK54I/AAAAAAAAAss/Ms40gZgJ3P0/s400/P5200364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067075035811473282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHc_AfK52I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Gu-I9L23hpQ/s1600-h/P5200357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHc_AfK52I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Gu-I9L23hpQ/s400/P5200357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067074030789125986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess some of us couldnt take it as easily as other. Eish! Harde mfana! And that was the evening. Definately one of the bestest parties I've been to in a long ass time! Including when I stayed in JHB. So once again let's hear it everybody...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEPPI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHfSgfK57I/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZDc4hkJViv8/s1600-h/P5190226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RlHfSgfK57I/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZDc4hkJViv8/s400/P5190226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067076564819830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and guess who cut her hair? How cute does she look? 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Yup, I'm aight I guess. I've have climbed the examinations mountain and I have reached the peak. I am now plateau'ing and patiently awaiting my descent. So for now I shall no longer speak of it. Lets just let it be yeah. Anyway besides that thing are good. I'm enjoying the city and its vibe. I guess that whole thing about CPT being a shitty city really depends on who you hang with cause its been good to me. The only thing I suppose would be the bullshit factor is that there is nowhere people like me chill in the night-time. I guess there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Strip&lt;/span&gt;(read: Long Street) but it gets a little boring after a while. And besides town where else would you chill? I'm just saying. But as time has come to pass we have conquered this hurdle and found us a coupla things to do. Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrsygfK5BI/AAAAAAAAAl0/it-j_U-PYJ8/s1600-h/P5120104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrsygfK5BI/AAAAAAAAAl0/it-j_U-PYJ8/s400/P5120104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065121083389830162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So on SaturdayI had slept over in the city centre and we woke up to go truckin thru the city with Sneed. He stays like right in the thick of things so it makes it pretty easy to get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrtdwfK5CI/AAAAAAAAAl8/c5iKYW_GyrQ/s1600-h/P5120106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrtdwfK5CI/AAAAAAAAAl8/c5iKYW_GyrQ/s400/P5120106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065121826419172386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the 'high-rises' in the background? The one difference with CPT is that you can actually go straight up into the city and hang out as opposed to JHB where that kinda shit aint possible. Well I guess it is possible but it's probably not advisable namean unless you trying to get jacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrvKQfK5EI/AAAAAAAAAmM/evlfTpmyxo0/s1600-h/P5120120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrvKQfK5EI/AAAAAAAAAmM/evlfTpmyxo0/s400/P5120120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065123690434978882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's quite quaint with all its little coffee shops and things to do. I aint never been to Europe but I'm guessing that this is what it would be like. Anyway we went into some little tobacco store off Market to get us some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrwMwfK5FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/sesZy9M019w/s1600-h/P5120123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrwMwfK5FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/sesZy9M019w/s400/P5120123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065124832896279634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...ciggarello's. Mmmm, that shit good man! If you a smoker then you can appreciate these things. But whatever you do, don't inhale unless you got a pair of iron lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr2kgfK5QI/AAAAAAAAAns/nevvqpSY52E/s1600-h/P5120116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr2kgfK5QI/AAAAAAAAAns/nevvqpSY52E/s400/P5120116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065131837987939586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went past the good the world famous Green Market Square. Didnt buy shit though. You know how it is being a student and all. And in case you were wondering why these two young black males were walking around holding a pimp cup then I'll tell ya: I dont know. Sneed took it with and said something about returning it to its owner but that never seemed to happen. We was luggin that thing around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrwygfK5GI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CVfa36RuvoE/s1600-h/P5120130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrwygfK5GI/AAAAAAAAAmc/CVfa36RuvoE/s400/P5120130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065125481436341346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway since we was philandering around, we decided to check out Gangsta G and Emkay at their spot. You might have noticed that they have moved here as well from JHB. They got a pretty toight place too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkrx0gfK5HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/tEWR2rjxJwU/s1600-h/P5120136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkrx0gfK5HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/tEWR2rjxJwU/s400/P5120136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065126615307707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter what, we still keeps it gangsta!!! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkryLgfK5II/AAAAAAAAAms/YxbNYr0dw94/s1600-h/P5120138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkryLgfK5II/AAAAAAAAAms/YxbNYr0dw94/s400/P5120138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065127010444698754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumped into this shequida on our travels. I have no idea who she is but she seemed to know me. I think. Or maybe she was just very friendly. Whatever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkryqgfK5JI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3V_jN6xt0TQ/s1600-h/P5120158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkryqgfK5JI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3V_jN6xt0TQ/s400/P5120158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065127543020643474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a coupla minutes conversation we walked up to Ptay's spot by the gardens to shout her a holla. She's one of the coolest chicks out here man. Real genuine girl. There aren't enough women like her nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrzFAfK5KI/AAAAAAAAAm8/R0c4eYrJTFQ/s1600-h/P5120148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrzFAfK5KI/AAAAAAAAAm8/R0c4eYrJTFQ/s400/P5120148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065127998287176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway she was hooking me up with all the good shit. I mean ALL the good shit! And if you good to a brother I just might slang it to you! Not really.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkrz4gfK5LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xgg8xCM56EQ/s1600-h/P5120149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkrz4gfK5LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xgg8xCM56EQ/s400/P5120149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065128883050439858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And check out the view from her place yo! This shit is sick! This is what you see when you look above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr0sAfK5MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I6n0aytYIro/s1600-h/P5120150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr0sAfK5MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I6n0aytYIro/s400/P5120150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065129767813702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and this is what you see when you look below. Gawd damn!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr1FwfK5NI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aYkMba9uSxw/s1600-h/P5120159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr1FwfK5NI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aYkMba9uSxw/s400/P5120159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065130210195334354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway we tugged on and went through the gardens to get back to the home...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr1qQfK5OI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2gnGzMCuw3w/s1600-h/P5120164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr1qQfK5OI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2gnGzMCuw3w/s400/P5120164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065130837260559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and saw a couple going for a leisurely stroll on the cart thing. Awww how sweet. If you look close it looks like the horse-driver is macking too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr2OwfK5PI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5X0izS0NRgg/s1600-h/P5120167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr2OwfK5PI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5X0izS0NRgg/s400/P5120167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065131464325784818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah if you ever move to CPT, do yourself a favour and move into the city centre. I aint hating on the souther suburbs or even the northern suburbs(actually fuck them, they whack), this is just the joint to be at. Fo true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr4IAfK5RI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2BckDhEJV6w/s1600-h/P5120172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr4IAfK5RI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2BckDhEJV6w/s400/P5120172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065133547384923410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway we took a swing by UCT to scoop me Julie and her friend cause we figured we'd end off the day by going to the other side of the mountain and catch the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr4wQfK5SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hIqpHAFFwBU/s1600-h/P5120173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr4wQfK5SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hIqpHAFFwBU/s400/P5120173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065134238874658082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and we hadn't been there but 5 minutes and already some kid was asking for some change. Yo I seriously dont get this shit at all! You cant go nowhere in this city without being asked: "Gee a vyf rand" or "Bitjie change boeta" or "Gee a skyf daarso". And everybody has a story. Either you gotta go to a job interview in Simonstown or your left left you or you need a beer. WTF! And I hate the fact that these little kids who are at least a decade younger than me call me "boytjie". Dont you know that I will smack the black off you motherfucker? Now stop asking me for shit. Anyway...woooooo-saaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr5fwfK5TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3bZXPMRWSUQ/s1600-h/P5120175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr5fwfK5TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3bZXPMRWSUQ/s400/P5120175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065135054918444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just call me Scottie Pippen. HAHA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr59AfK5UI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RLDmB7JHr80/s1600-h/P5120191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr59AfK5UI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RLDmB7JHr80/s400/P5120191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065135557429617986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a second I thought that we were about to be jacked cause these cats came outta nowhere and walked straight up to us like they knew us. And they were lookin all kinds of thug too. I know I shouldnt judge a book by its cover but if you rocking your good clothes and a pair of all stars at the beach then you there to do more than enjoy the sunset namean. Unless you there to mack on some bitches or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr6ewfK5VI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BJ2zFt2nfks/s1600-h/P5120179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr6ewfK5VI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BJ2zFt2nfks/s400/P5120179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065136137250202962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on the other side of the mountain. That behind me is the infamous Camps Bay. We were chilling on Glen Beach though but you could see Camps Bay from where we were. 12 Jiggy Points!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr7rgfK5WI/AAAAAAAAAoc/82OwguLEwqE/s1600-h/P5120180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr7rgfK5WI/AAAAAAAAAoc/82OwguLEwqE/s400/P5120180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065137455805162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parlaying in the cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr8WAfK5XI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZZOVClH-ztI/s1600-h/P5120194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr8WAfK5XI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZZOVClH-ztI/s400/P5120194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065138185949603186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr91AfK5ZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jS80KWfx4SU/s1600-h/P5120205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr91AfK5ZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jS80KWfx4SU/s400/P5120205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065139818037175698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was having fun with the camera here and trying to capture things from and obscure angle. And yes that is my tat. Dont ask what it means cause I aint gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr8uwfK5YI/AAAAAAAAAos/wU4yi78iSgU/s1600-h/P5120200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rkr8uwfK5YI/AAAAAAAAAos/wU4yi78iSgU/s400/P5120200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065138611151365506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not many places you can enjoy this kinda view from in the world innit? So, what did you do this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5438065740623006949?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5438065740623006949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5438065740623006949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5438065740623006949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5438065740623006949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/05/truckin.html' title='Truckin&apos;'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkrsygfK5BI/AAAAAAAAAl0/it-j_U-PYJ8/s72-c/P5120104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-893882296321919318</id><published>2007-05-08T06:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:13:25.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What's good! Yeah, I'm straight. Just fresh from writing my first exam in like 4 years. Man, I need to increase my concentration levels adawise I'm gona be in serious trouble. For real! Some girl was telling me that it's all because I'm a Gemini and I cant focus on one thing for too long. Uhmm...yeah...whatever nigga! Well before I go on I need to at least let you know that I'm currently only able to post mini-posts cause we all know how time-consuming this can be. And with the way things are going time is the last thing I have to be consumed. So anyway run-check this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCgcs2Tj7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/bqfG-2l_vSM/s1600-h/P429hlhlh0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCgcs2Tj7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/bqfG-2l_vSM/s400/P429hlhlh0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222396100153266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this was about a week ago I think and we was chilling out at Zula Cafe. Oh shit, before I actually go on I dont know if any of you know about CPT and its people? Phucken hippies man. Everywhere! WTF? I aint saying I'm hating or nothing but come on peeps, it motherphucken 2007. Anyway, this joint is cool, but it has hippy-ish tendencies. I'm just sayin...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCgoM2Tj8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/8KCwDn-iJnQ/s1600-h/P4300037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCgoM2Tj8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/8KCwDn-iJnQ/s400/P4300037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222593668648898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway so we lounged(read: got phucken smasched!!!) and what not . Okay, so everybody who's pissed off that Amstel is no longer available please raise your hand. Okay, thats 1...5...12.. ...errr...thats erybody. Cool. Aint that some shit. How the fuck are they gonna take it away just like that? No warning or nuttin! Look I understand maybe Windhoek, or even Black Label(sorry Lebogang, HAHA) hell even Miller but not Amstel. And Peroni is nice...I guess. But I say that with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCg582Tj9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Ts51-I1l_e4/s1600-h/P4300041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCg582Tj9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Ts51-I1l_e4/s400/P4300041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062222898611326930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway so Liv-Luv was in town for a weekend. I kinda dig this pic cause she looks like a ghost innit? And how symbolic since she just ran right through CPT? you get it right? Umm...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkChGc2Tj-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zXz2E63DJWU/s1600-h/P4300039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkChGc2Tj-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zXz2E63DJWU/s400/P4300039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062223113359691746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual I was rollin wit my man Sneed, and the chap in the middle and Liv. I cant say the chap in the middles name cause I aint gotten approval yet but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkChU82Tj_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/EeNgLOmRL9U/s1600-h/P4300040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkChU82Tj_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/EeNgLOmRL9U/s400/P4300040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062223362467794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I saw another guy who was kinda trigger-hippie with his camera too(The guy in the black pants - the cat holding the cam in this pic is Lungz). Look dont get me wrong, I love the fact fact there are mad photographers out there but i dont know what to say to cats like that. This guy comes and starts telling me bout this Canon this and lighting that. Phuck guy, you do you and I'll do me mkay? Sumamabitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- We interupt this for a  short commercial break -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCjVM2TkAI/AAAAAAAAAls/DBzGOL6v554/s1600-h/P5060072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCjVM2TkAI/AAAAAAAAAls/DBzGOL6v554/s400/P5060072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062225565786017794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just giving ya'll a bit of a taste. There's more to come but for now I shall stay and consume myself within my books. Look the way I see it, I left a paycheck, a reasonbly good social life and familia back in JHB to do this shit so I'm gonna do it right, ya heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holleration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-893882296321919318?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/893882296321919318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=893882296321919318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/893882296321919318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/893882296321919318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-good-yeah-im-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RkCgcs2Tj7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/bqfG-2l_vSM/s72-c/P429hlhlh0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-5475394166208909943</id><published>2007-04-30T06:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:44:21.012+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holleration! So what's good my peepols? Yeah I'm straight up chillin. Like I havent done in years. This shit is so crazy, getting to do my own thing everyday without havin to pay no bills or worry bout shit is fucken fantastic! Okay sure, I might have to worry bout my Momma being a bit of a drill sergeant bout her shit but its all good right? Good price to pay for having a warm meal waiting for you everynight. Cause mom's are nice like that. Any way, what can I say? Yo Cape Town is fucken great. I've actually adjusted so much it feels like I never left. Actually it feels like I know the place but none of the people but it's all gravy innit. Okay without further ado, here we go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059263399856409954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYdQc2TjWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SK6jT3kaDTc/s400/P4270035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - I only got my cam bout 2 weeks back so here are the pics I've taken from then. I've been so keen to get back but there's a GANG of shit you've missed out on...anyway.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059263137863404882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYdBM2TjVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/i6uNKps4Ucw/s400/P4270034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my shorty also moved down to Cape Town to get her studying thing on. And in case you wanted to know, I had nothing to do with her decision. She also was gonna move down here besides what I was doing. Anyway it was our anniversary the other day so we decided to get ourselves a little Inn With a View to celebrate. And this was the view.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059268910299450898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYiRM2TjhI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qs2pilM_KtQ/s400/P4270059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tight aint it?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059263670439349618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYdgM2TjXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mhm_-ZYXvX8/s400/P4270052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how I look, in case you forgot. Nothings changed right? Right.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059266964679265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYgf82TjdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8W5r78Zjhk4/s400/P4270056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is meJulie, looking as pretty as always. Okay not a pretty pic but it's prob better that way. I dont want niggahs pervin n shit. HAHA! just playin...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060281182551510562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm67M2TjiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/N_Ds5aMrcRI/s400/P4280073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, the next day we went to Langa to a 'Chesa Nyama. Cause we was feelin to get our grub on and the chow is good out there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060281410184777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm7Ic2TjjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CJ7f569h_SQ/s400/P4280078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wuz rollin wit my man Sneed! What up nuggah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060281650702945858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm7Wc2TjkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/pMVBXSodJqI/s400/P4280076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For all ya'll who dont know what Langa look like, this is it. Pretty amazing innit? HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060281899811049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm7k82TjlI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2ZkhLaHb7qI/s400/P4280079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we chowed and we saw this crazy ass old man ALL FUCKED UP. Only in the hood...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060282200458759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm72c2TjmI/AAAAAAAAAic/j0R3NLMvllU/s400/P4280081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we was riding back on De Waal Driveand I tried to get a good pic but it didnt come out right. Ah well, it's still cool for ya'll who dont know CPT.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060282462451764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm8Fs2TjnI/AAAAAAAAAik/FbYO6ozL2cg/s400/P4280085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Signal Hill to check out the sunset. Pretty dope huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060283119581761170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm8r82TjpI/AAAAAAAAAi0/3Rg-ZPS7NIY/s400/P4290006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we went to that same spot to chow but only tis time I went Ski and Bo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060283390164700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm87s2TjqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dMzGeJPvsN8/s400/P4290009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know Ski pulled out the guns. yo, dont get it twisted, them thing will crack a walnut. Good thing he on my side!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060283948510449330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm9cM2TjrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mkbs2GeUSVM/s400/P4290012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some good ass meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060387530236727010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjobpc2TjuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5_w93T32_-M/s400/P4290015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly full and not down to get in the books just yet... Holleration! HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060284588460576466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjm-Bc2TjtI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VB7PGkabBDA/s400/P4290020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went on to play some pool out in my neighbourhood. Was quite cool even though I'm the worst pool plaeyer in the world. I at least sank 1 ball. Whoo Hoo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060388028452933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjocGc2TjvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/hxlnY-UrscM/s400/P4290023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060388797252079362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjoczM2TjwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/A_xTly8RZsM/s400/P4290026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they were all better than me. **SIGH**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060389377072664338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjodU82TjxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/v3EH1t4DBO8/s400/P4290007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a Sunday... I think... and we decided to finish off the night by having one more beer out at Ski's joint. So we did that and it wasn't anything amazing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060390236066123570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjoeG82TjzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TUlB_mY46Ck/s400/jhjljl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was amazing was that on the same day my friend had a baby!!! Holy shit!So this is our toast to your my friend. I wish Dawethu the best out of life and may you and your wife live life to the fullest! Cheers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060389797979459362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/Rjodtc2TjyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/eN_CXRoSDB8/s400/P4290hjljhl019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Sneed was checking out Facebook. I think it's the next fad. Doesn't impress me much but hey...whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight I gotta bounce. I'm at at internet cafe and they're closing. Shit...and I had so many more to share, ah well. I promise I'll be back soon with an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holleration!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5475394166208909943?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5475394166208909943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5475394166208909943' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5475394166208909943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5475394166208909943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/04/cape-town.html' title='Cape Town'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RjYdQc2TjWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SK6jT3kaDTc/s72-c/P4270035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-5019182634031749623</id><published>2007-03-10T06:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:59:57.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holleration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oi! What the drizzle! Yeah I know, I know. It's been a long time since I've posted. Just so that you know, Cape Town is fucken awesome and I'm having a ball of a time and no I haven't disappeared just yet. Dont worry though I got my man Twiggle looking to post up and keep the Fluffy Dice legacy on a roll so keep a lookout soon m'kay. We thinking of getting a Cape Town vs Joburg thing going down and have us tearin shit up on all sides. But I don't got a camera yet so no post for now. But be patient and read the service notice below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Post Pending. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-5019182634031749623?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/5019182634031749623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=5019182634031749623' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5019182634031749623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/5019182634031749623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/03/holleration.html' title='Holleration!'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-6759943449862183756</id><published>2007-01-09T08:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:33:33.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thuggin' It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello interweb! What's the goins on? Yeah I'm fresh back from the sunny beaches of Tofo and have returned a shade blacker than before. How was my holiday you ask? Fucken fantastic I tell ya! It was the biggest adventure ever, like a Harold and Kumar typa story. Fo' true! And if there's one thing I have to say about Mozambique is that I feel like the SAfrican brothers here have been cheated. Hugely! I mean I have never seen so many beautiful women in my life...ever! And the weird thing about that is that the brother's that side are so spoilt for choice that they even neglect that shit. They're Fifth Place is a Gold Medalist over here. Anyway, nuff about that cause I wont be able to show you any pics from my stay. Why? Cause we got all our shit jacked...again! Camera's, phones, iPods...erthing. So no Moz pics for the masses. I have the worst luck in the world, I know. Although I can salvage and show what I was up to before I left before me holiday. Not much really but hey at least it's something. This will be the last post I'll put up for a while. Sniffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS - I'm still in JHB and will be leaving end of January. Keep a lookout as to when I'll be having a little bit of a goodbye Joburg gathering. You're all invited...to get me drunk of course! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS - If you are a Gauteng resident or will be around soon then do yourself a favour and go check out my boy Loy's show at the end of the month. Probably one the funniest shows you'l go to in your life. Believe the hype! And dont say nobody told you m'kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loyisogola.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019133711794026290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaeLhLOrtzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zxBGiuIpw1Y/s400/mailer_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 14th 2006 - Homechillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017919052948282562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM6yualnMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LILifiTe7sc/s400/EPSN0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Say hello to a new friend of ours. His name is Bob Saget. Why we call him The Saget you ask? Well, do yourself a favour and check out a show called Entourage and you'll know why.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017919289171483858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM7AealnNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_SEMr1PHqw0/s400/EPSN0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So the day that I had taken leave we had like a little-big gathering at the crib. Me and Base pretty much cold-lamping. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017919491034946786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM7MOalnOI/AAAAAAAAARA/dOvHe3AzGmc/s400/EPSN0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I guess you can pretty much imagine what the vibe was about that night right? No?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017919684308475122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM7XealnPI/AAAAAAAAARI/STU1R5jSrkM/s400/EPSN0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you have any doubts, then I guess you dont now. If not then maybe you shouldn't be reading this blog. This is Junior Base, pretty much loving life and being the the Junior rock-star that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;December 15th 2006 - The Blogger Meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017920135280041218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM7xualnQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oXqg6ZcrQHA/s400/EPSN0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So the much publicised and anticipated Blogger meet went down(oh and just so you know, I have decided to refrain from posting a lot of the pics cause a lotta people would prefer to keep their anonimity). I went through with the Twiggle guy to run-check the shit. Saw me mate &lt;a href="http://www.2tough2chew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chewy&lt;/a&gt; in the mix with that heavy Moz rum. I saw those bottles there too, going for about R17 a bottle. Dude, that is some good shit. Strong but good. Get a fresh coconut, some juice, crushed ice and the RHUM and you good to go.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017920672150953234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM8Q-alnRI/AAAAAAAAARY/z0nOorQzghU/s400/EPSN0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The bloggers. Check out the caps that the Ostendo guys hooked up for us! Absolut Blogger. I didn't think they were being serious bout it but they pulled it through though. Crazy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018311603513964002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSf0LOrteI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nST1wjmuQrA/s400/EPSN0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://chump-style.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chump&lt;/a&gt; Guy and The &lt;a href="http://www.wozafriday.com/"&gt;Woza&lt;/a&gt; guy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017921707238071586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM9NOalnSI/AAAAAAAAARg/NmPssvSuxpQ/s400/EPSN0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the competition. HAHAHA, I keed! This be the &lt;a href="http://www.aquilaonline.co.za/"&gt;Aquila&lt;/a&gt; guy snappin me snappin him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922037950553394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM9gealnTI/AAAAAAAAARo/BmbUgBsFqlE/s400/EPSN0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think this is point when things took a turn for the worst. Seriously, my behaviour just took a left turn at this point cause...well...you see...the liks hitme with and upper cut right-left-hook combo. It was over from there&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922510396955970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM97-alnUI/AAAAAAAAARw/hM_NucGx1ls/s400/EPSN0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHA!!! So get this right, we were doing the whole V sign thing with a &lt;a href="http://champsheathen.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and then I was trying to be all funny-like and stick my tongue out to the V cause I'm sick(and freaky) like that. See, I told you that this was when things went all fucked up. So anyway, as I'm doing this my tongue get a little too close to her finger and then my tongue and her fingers accidentally touched. HAHAHA! So if you look closely this is the before shot as I'm trying to pose for the camera... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017922836814470482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM-O-alnVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V_N1HLwG_rk/s400/EPSN0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and this is the after! Oh my, how embarassing! Look at my face trying to cover my embarrassment and also to stop from cracking the fuck up! And you can almost see the lady pulling a real "WTF Dude?" expression but still managing to slyly keep herself out of the camera's eye. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! If you're reading Champs, I'm sowwy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018312501162128882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSgobOrtfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0UD9ob5kAKQ/s400/EPSN0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's the main man of the moment. Thanks again for putting erything together &lt;a href="http://www.ostendo.co.za/"&gt;Big-D&lt;/a&gt;! You were, are and still will be the man! PS - I got you you good on this pic my bra!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017923266311200098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM-n-alnWI/AAAAAAAAASA/mv2yVe7P7Oc/s400/EPSN0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell that we're a bitjie shitfaced? Yay holidays! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017923472469630322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM-z-alnXI/AAAAAAAAASI/9vHFucitpvk/s400/EPSN0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yup...definately! HAHAHA! Chewy: Original Cold Lamping Gangsta! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017924017930476930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM_TualnYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HGfjgmqP7sU/s400/EPSN0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was probably saying something like: "Hey! Yeah you with the beers. Yeah I'd like two man! What you mean they aren't for me? Is it cause I is black?" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017924391592631698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaM_pealnZI/AAAAAAAAASY/lTsxaIFrVJk/s400/EPSN0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So Chewy took me and the Twiggle guy to his friends place cause they were having a proper drinking session. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017924962823282098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNAKualnbI/AAAAAAAAASo/l7RE24FDudo/s400/EPSN0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the guy who's house it was...I think. Check his T. Fucken awesome it is!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017925074492431810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNAROalncI/AAAAAAAAASw/8oB6agSTV1Q/s400/EPSN0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think he wasn't very happy to see us. HAHA! no seriously, I dont know what was going on here but I suspect that the buvvly had something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017924782434655650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNAAOalnaI/AAAAAAAAASg/YH9ZpGVpXMM/s400/EPSN0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then there was this guy. Dont know who he was but we chilling and chatting and shit and then... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017925366550207954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNAiOalndI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q-7lkJgq0tw/s400/EPSN0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...he just flips the script on us on some other walrus type shit. I dont know what these guys were on but I wanted some. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017925619953278434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNAw-alneI/AAAAAAAAATA/VcEUfTSv3TY/s400/EPSN0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And another guy looking all Hollywood indie-like. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017926113874517490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNBNualnfI/AAAAAAAAATI/LROdKUAF3Cs/s400/EPSN0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and this chick. She was killing all the guys at the house! HAHA, it was actually quite funny to watch cause her brother is one of the friends and his little sister is just so damn fine. I saw a lot of guys loosing color. Guess rule Number 5 of the INTERNATIONAL RULES OF MANHOOD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you've known a bloke for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still applies. I dont know why guys do that though. Knowing their sister is a hottie but still bring them into the lions den. Udunno.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017927196206276098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNCMualngI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ji-khNVXrss/s400/EPSN0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice one Chewy! Getting us all even more drunk than we were before. Muchos appreciados mochaco! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017927398069739026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNCYealnhI/AAAAAAAAATY/9o03mvzBLRY/s400/EPSN0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the heavy ass concoction of a punch that everyone was on! It's reminds me of when I was in High School and we'd just mix in all types of liquor into a bowl hoping that the more different typsa ingredients we put in would get us even more drunk. This punch took me right back to the The Jam next to the Ferrari store in CPT. Heavy days! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017928484696464946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNDXualnjI/AAAAAAAAATo/RHGKh9S4wcE/s400/EPSN0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah the effects were felt all over. Someone once told me that even when I'm dead-drunk I look sober. I kinda see why she'd say that now. Look at me. Hard. As. Fucken. Nails. Cant say much for the guy in the middle though. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017927887696010786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNC0-alniI/AAAAAAAAATg/IqozzHjiDDQ/s400/EPSN0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alcohol'll make you do some crazy things, like jump all over you friend in a drunken haze and start wrestling for no reason. Lets just hope these guys didnt wake up in each other's arms the next day. HAHA, I'm only kidding! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017930078129331810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNE0ealnmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zX8EV_u0Y8Y/s400/EPSN0903sadfs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So we decided to bounce and I forgot where we went but we bumped into a coupla people in some neighbourhood at some place. I want to take this opportunity to apologize for any wrong that I did that night guys. You probably don't even remember me and to be honest I don't remember what I did or said but I know I woke up feeling really shitty about something the next day. So whatever it was, I apologize for my actions and well...yeah it'll never happen again. So in closing, next time just get me the fucken beer m'kay? HAHA, jokes! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017929253495610962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNEEealnlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8fijeWp25R4/s400/EPSN0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank gawd for Kernel Sanders. Especially cold. A real life saver on days like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 20th 2006 - The Kung Fu Joint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017967891021405826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaNnNealnoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EfhN3LCFzQ8/s400/EPSN0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I linked up with the jedi Obiwan Kenobi, V and the Twiggle guy to this nice little Chinese restauranty in Melville. They got some real nice chow over there and probably the best springrolls I have ever had! Oh and they also had...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018000120455995026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOEhealnpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/I1cblshVPGA/s400/EPSN0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...mothereffin Karaoke! Now please do try and remember the I'm a karaoke virgin so this is why I was so excited. Dont judge me. But I gotta say that it was a blast and a whole lot more fun than I had ever thought it would be.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018001091118603938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOFZ-alnqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QJbnwg4bUbk/s400/EPSN0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there were a whole bunch of other chicks there who were on a girls night out who were ripping it apart on the mic. Some were good, some were not so good. But it's all in the spirit of fun innit? And get this, I thought I was really horrible on the mic but after my own rendition of Bob Marley's "No Woman No Cry" I got a shot of sake from the shorty's for my efforts. Noice!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018001481960627890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOFwualnrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SakmBT14V_0/s400/EPSN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, this guy went and got this evil little concoction called Kung Fu Jwa Joo. At least thats what it sounds like to me, I could be getting it all completely wrong. Some other type sake. Kids, if you have never listened to me before listen to me now: This shit is hectic! Stay far away from it! Seriously.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018001932932193986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOGK-alnsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/w0Yhb5f4zp0/s400/EPSN0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironically it was served by the sweetest lady this far south of Bangkok. She is just a little bundle of joy she is that we actually went back after cause she made us feel so welcome at her beloved establishment. I think her name was Lilly or something like that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018002946544475874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOHF-alnuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MRz1JAhzIRk/s400/EPSN0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course I was rolling wit me-Julie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018002396788661970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOGl-alntI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LEIUqnjyybM/s400/EPSN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking as zexy as she wana look. Grrr! I was teasing her about how she always has one expression when she takes photo's and doesnt change her expression and she didnt take very lightly to it. I think that's why she came with the I'm-all-innocent-but sexy-as-hell-with-a-finger-in-the-mouth pose. While I posed all pondering-like into the distance.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018020985407119122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOXf-alnxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jrg6f5U3Grg/s400/EPSN0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next thing you know this guy pulls out the devil-incarnate outta the box and says its time for the Kung Fu Jwa Joo. Can you see the little horns and tail on the thing? HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018003410400943858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOHg-alnvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/qlag0Oc2xN0/s400/EPSN0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hear I go. Cause you can't be a punk in front of your lady namean. You take it like a man. Little did I know that the thing was all like: "KUNG FU!!!....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018003977336626946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaOIB-alnwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YAvdUsEMgUw/s400/EPSN0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...FUCK YOU!!! (evil laugh)BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" Can you tell I'm suffering over here? Look at my vein and shit poppin out!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018298070072014098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSTgbOrtRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/SWLgjgU9u_8/s400/EPSN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obiwan and V were trying serenading all nicely on the M.I.C. I dont remember this part though cause things got very hazy round that time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018299311317562658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSUorOrtSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/u-mflj8WeA4/s400/EPSN0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then next thing I remember was that we were at Tokyo Star and I was holding a bag and looking really fagooty. I hate holding woman's bags. Please dont shoot me or anything but I just hat it. Please, never again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018300037167035698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSVS7OrtTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VfIj9oIb7x0/s400/EPSN0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awww....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018300883275593042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSWELOrtVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sePDQr7O3vQ/s400/EPSN0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...isn't that just so...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018300543973176642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSVwbOrtUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i4Gn5hyZupw/s400/EPSN0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...cute. I'm just sayin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018301042189383010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSWNbOrtWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/01HSeZWqPRM/s400/EPSN0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, I do remember this. I had just sat on some water(at last I hope it was water) and it had stained the whole back of me T-shirt and I was showing me-Julie the big wetspot. I dont know why someone took this pic but for some reason I really dig it. That's of course if you ignore the armpit thats starin in your face.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018301609125066130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSWubOrtZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nKqRrUd5C4I/s400/EPSN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Twiggle guy and Obiwan Kenobi wrestling for the number. HAHA! "I got it dude"; "No fuck that, I got it!" HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018301467391145346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSWmLOrtYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8YhHGKSxQJM/s400/EPSN0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah I think it was pretty much a knockout for all of us from here. KO! Besides I have more pics but I don't wana incriminate nobody else cept for myself. I mean I aint no Shwashwi! HAHA! It would definately be a juicy piece to portray to the world but I'd rather not cause I'm a nice guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 22 2006 - The Pickup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018303490320741794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSYb7OrtaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ibFJAho1gMM/s400/EPSN1003edyt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was camping out at Twiggle joint and then I heard that his sister was coming back from North Carolina that day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018304808875701714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSZorOrtdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/uXI4t_gr4lM/s400/EPSN1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went and scooped her up after waiting for about 3 hours at the airport then we went out and caught a drink and caught up on some shit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018304250529953218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaSZILOrtcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XrfCTRIsHfQ/s400/EPSN1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh. Artsy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018662515226949122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXe97OrtgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lovZ8gxwlTI/s400/EPSN1029asddfsa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;FetsTheOne had brought back these Mardi Gras beads from up there and for some or other reason I was quite facinated by them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018690243535812386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaX4L7OrtyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yfXMDwrt_yc/s400/EPSN1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out the artsy green &amp; gold yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018670465211414082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXmMrOrtkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fOiOMnl7o8c/s400/EPSN1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway so we chilled out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018669507433707042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXlU7OrtiI/AAAAAAAAAak/VnhILFxZr6k/s400/EPSN1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;And talked more smack about this and that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018670044304619058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXl0LOrtjI/AAAAAAAAAas/3KDxbe2dlKQ/s400/EPSN1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bumped into this chap there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018689410312156930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaX3bbOrtwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/TyiN6gb-Aag/s400/EPSN1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I might get a smack over the head for this but doesnt this look like Twiggle in braids and earrings? HAHA! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 23 2006 - Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018671195355854418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXm3LOrtlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9NkeNMuVW9U/s400/EPSN1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;So The Rock...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018673789516101218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXpOLOrtmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/e0Slf2IoSLo/s400/EPSN1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Cakes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018674253372569202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXppLOrtnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pes7MIE4oNk/s400/EPSN1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and The Zin...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018675782380926594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXrCLOrtoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_qA09oo2OzY/s400/EPSN1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...came through to come check out the fireworks that we got.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018678080188429970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXtH7OrtpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FhWD3gDQ94s/s400/EPSN1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ones on the bottom left were really shitty but the rockets on the top right were SO fucken dope! I mean these babies go for about R150 a pop so we knew they going to be awesome. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018679931319334626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXuzrOrtuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cJ8IUYm0onE/s400/EPSN1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started off small and, well, like I said some were really lame.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018678286346860194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXtT7OrtqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lpD00N1MZlA/s400/EPSN1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then it got a bit better&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018678539749930674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXtirOrtrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PcdrCEbdjfk/s400/EPSN1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but only just. We blasted off all the really big ones and that was the main attraction. Fuggen awesome I tell you! But I tried to capture them on camera but my kak digicam wasnt trying to hear of waht I was sayin so no big explosions for you. Ah well, maybe next time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018679600606852818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXugbOrttI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Pz64b7hmEoY/s400/EPSN1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we were left with all the little ones. These hand held ones were real cool. Almost burnt off one of my eyebrows though but were still cool.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018678853282543298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaXt07OrtsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/k3W8jDAco5Q/s400/EPSN1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then of course the little sparkles. Not impressive but they make for good photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26571142-6759943449862183756?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/6759943449862183756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=6759943449862183756' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6759943449862183756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6759943449862183756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2007/01/thuggin-it-out.html' title='Thuggin&apos; It Out'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RaeLhLOrtzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zxBGiuIpw1Y/s72-c/mailer_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-6865266405434974670</id><published>2006-12-13T08:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:43:06.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aight guys, that's it. I'm packing up my bags and I'm out this motherphucker! I've had a great run for the year of Two Double Oh Six. I'm still amazed at how big Fluffy Dice has grown in readership in just 8 months alone. I mean I came into this just trying to pass my time by and try a little something different with blogs. Hell to be honest I didn't even know what a blog was 8 and a half months ago. I figured I would be able to fly under the radar and go on unnoticed but then next thing you know, BOOM! I got my shit up there and then the masses are coming in to check it out are feeling it. Well, masses, right back at ya! Good looking out on all the support and shit. It's been good fo' true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're probably wondering why I'm talking all goodbye stuff right? Well this is my goodbye post for 2006. Hell maybe even forever, cause I'll be moving up to Cape Town next year and this here blog will be a whole lot harder to keep up and running that side than it is up here. Please dont be dissapointed though, I'll try my bestest to keep you all in the loop. So with that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX-ovuNkFHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iJ1mdXQz3g8/s1600-h/SM1109%7EScrew-You-Guys-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX-ovuNkFHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iJ1mdXQz3g8/s400/SM1109%7EScrew-You-Guys-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007906848471520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! So I'm going to be going up to Mozambique for the holidays and maybe even go further up North. Then it's back home to Cape Town to start a whole new life. If you want to know, I'm going to do the full on Varsity thing and be a proper student &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie.&lt;/span&gt; broke as fuck! It's something that I've missed out on since I went straight into work as soon as I left school and never got to experience it. And this is as good as anytime. Oh, and phuck you if you dissing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd like to wish you all a happy Happy Christmas and a Merry New Years from me. Hope its rawkus and that you lie cheat and steal! Lie down and shit, cheat death and shit, steal away hearts and shit. I'll see you and laFluffel on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - If anyone wants to hang out on Friday the 15th of December then go check out the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ostendo.co.za/?p=1281"&gt;Ostendo&lt;/a&gt; blog for the blogger meet that's being organised. I'm gonna be there and all(well at least most) of the people on the right&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&gt; will be there too. So pull thru and shout us a holler if you in the J-Section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace and Hair Grease&lt;br /&gt;Tshovitsho!&lt;br /&gt;Sho sho&lt;br /&gt;And. I'm. Out.&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/26571142-6865266405434974670?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/6865266405434974670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=6865266405434974670' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6865266405434974670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/6865266405434974670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-out_13.html' title='I&apos;m Out'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX-ovuNkFHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iJ1mdXQz3g8/s72-c/SM1109%7EScrew-You-Guys-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-3202424160711029938</id><published>2006-12-11T08:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:08:51.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded By The Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So I went a bitjie big on Friday. Yeah actually I went EXTREMELY big. You can't really blame a brother can you? I mean I had a lot of things to be happy about. I mean there was the innerview on SAfm(which went pretty well I think) and also cause it's December and also that I'm going on holiday to Mozambique soon and that I'm having a solid good time with a certain somebody *wink* *wink*. Yeah I guess a lot of them are small things but like they say it's the small things that count right? So I had to go big. But lemme warn you before hand, there aren't many pics cause I was really not on camera duty! I'm neglecting my responsibilties nowadays. Alas, this be what the gonzo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I also found out that I have about 60 new readers on Fluffy Dice one of which is parent of a friend and also a blogger. ???. Anyway, welcome guys sit back, relax and peruse at your pleasure. Oh and in case you were wondering, I wont be changing myself or my style of writing for nobody even if I do have more readers so don't expect me to change for shit! Hell I'm just excited and amazed that people give a hoot about what I do. Anyway let's get on with the post. Holleration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007151075647845762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz5X9C0dYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/obwWVKPDhzo/s400/EPSN0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So check this out, I'm going to give you one guess as to what this is...Come on now try and guess.&lt;br /&gt;No luck? Okay, brace yourself. This, my friends, is see Glass Rizla. Yes you heard me correctly, Glass Rizla. What does that mean you ask? Well to put it bluntly(he he he) it's see-through Rizla!!! I was amazed myself! What will they come up with next? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007153107167376850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz7ONC0ddI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uu7zzMEX3pY/s400/EPSN0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I was meant to go to some place out in Sandton but then I got home and got KTFO as soon as I put my ass on the couch! So I got up and went to grab a beer at the local drinking hole. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007151230266668434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz5g9C0dZI/AAAAAAAAALE/VBAusfkEXk8/s400/EPSN0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where I bumped into Sedi who I haven't seen in like...forever! She's just back in JHB to visit family for the holidays. We go back like to High School and what not. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007152243878950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz6b9C0daI/AAAAAAAAALU/F4WuKRclQgc/s400/EPSN0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway so I was with my main partner in crime. Check out the Missy Elliot grill I got on. HAHA! And then he came out and wanted to catch a motherphucker with a game that I started. So I said to him: "Come on guy, if you wanna pull out the tricks then don't go around the corner and try be all sly about it. Bring it for real homie!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007155555298735602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz9ctC0dfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rmAIDUlEguI/s400/EPSN0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA! Not bad. Shit, it looks like you caught your parents shagging or something. LOL! I would have that kinda face if that happened to me, not to mention be scarred for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007153644038288866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz7tdC0deI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EAiypBz3_MY/s400/EPSN0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But I'm the master of this shit dude! You can't fuck with me when it comes to this ya'mee!?!?! HAHA! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007156491601606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz-TNC0dgI/AAAAAAAAAME/aRQ4z_45pKA/s400/EPSN0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway we continued the evening and I will admit that I got extremely crunk. So crunk in fact that I neglected my obligation to hook up with a coupla people who were really mad at me for not having hooked up with them. So guys, if you're reading this then just know that from the bottom of my heart that I'm sorry. Well not REALLY but just to make you feel better, we'll do it officially soon neh? Sharp sharp! HA HA, I keed! No for real, my bad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007156908213433874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz-rdC0dhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h8x3CxbkIfs/s400/EPSN0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So we also hooked up with Obiwan Kenobi who was also looking for the vibe but to no avail so we were fresh outta luck. This cat is like the most unlikely Joburger ever. A Capetonian in Joburg exterior. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007152596066268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz6wdC0dcI/AAAAAAAAALk/tQ1a2abYNBk/s400/EPSN0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anywya so got to do more chilling, shooting the shit and making fun of this, that and the third. So check this right, I'm not going to get into detail but I really REALLY fucken hate the gate-keepers at the Bowls. Officially! Fucken pricks! Almost make me wanna boycott the whole place! I've bitched and moaned 'nuff times now, I've had it with those sonzabitches! I'm plotting some sweet sweet revenge. Ah yes, it's going to be great! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007159240380675666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0AzNC0dlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3H4JTqy6K70/s400/EPSN0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So we decided to get the fuck outta there and this fool thought he could catch me with the WTF but I brought the beat back quick and fast! Nah cat, you gonna have to wake up pretty early in the morning to pull a fast one on me! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007157273285654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz_AtC0diI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ig4B_oweWKw/s400/EPSN0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA! This was Sofa King Funny! So we were discussing what would you do if you got into some or other type situation where you had to bail quickly and the car was in your way? Or if you found some squint guy just blasting shots in every direction and you had to duck. Or if you got caught at some girl/guys house that you weren't meant to be at. Or...well you get the idea. What are you going to do? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007157835926369842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz_hdC0djI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2vXlkyATNPw/s400/EPSN0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Magnum P.I. dive!!! There to get get you out of the stickiest of situations. HAHA! I was rolling on the ground after Twiggle showed me this! He's proper perfected that shit, like he's been practicing it forever. HAHAHA! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007162122303731314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0Da9C0dnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dGc2vWYLBMA/s400/EPSN0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway we were almost about to go home then we got a call that it was on and popping out in Newtown. And boy oh boy was it on. So we went through and this is all the blacks getting down and drrrty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007162238267848322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0DhtC0doI/AAAAAAAAANE/HN_9NZDmLGY/s400/EPSN0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Locked and loaded buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007160417201714786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0B3tC0dmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TrpoP8Bnul4/s400/EPSN0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More blacks getting down and dirty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007169475287742114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0KG9C0dqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RDlRCimqPHc/s400/EPSN0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA! Check how we both got this guy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007169642791466674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0KQtC0drI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z3VVwjOIqpA/s400/EPSN0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;KB was also in the house. Ain't seen this cat in a long ass while! He proper cut cats off when he came to Jozi. It's all good player, I ain't mad at ya. But when the tables have turned? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007170329986234050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0K4tC0dsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YUrrbw4eRrQ/s400/EPSN0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I gave the camera responsibilities to Twiggle for the rest of the night and the next coupla pics are his. I think Bee was was trying to break down into a gangsta prison pose... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007170510374860498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0LDNC0dtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kydhPFT2LHk/s400/EPSN0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...but then I busted in that joint and showed her 'zactly how it meant to be done. HAHA! Hosh nogolosh! Wie is jy in die dronk jou ma se ****!!! HAHAH! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007170733713159906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0LQNC0duI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YMrsF5ospqA/s400/EPSN0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Twiggle and his guy-friend. I'll be honest, I forgot your name dude but if it's any consolation you were a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;So next day I check the pics from the day before and I notice that for some or other reason there was just a huge dude-fest on my cam. WTF Twiggle? Why you taking so many guy pics dude, are you trying to tell us something? HAHA! I'm not going to post up all the rest. This one is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007171103080347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0LltC0dvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2U-ZVjAlyIY/s400/EPSN0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh shit, I also bumped into DJ Gumede in the mix too. Funny ass guy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007174663608235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0O09C0dwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fQPXUMy4rIw/s400/EPSN0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I met theses young girls there. I'm not trying to say anything cause they were 'suprisingly' entertaining, but fella's please watch out in the streets. I'll sum it up in two words: Jail bait! For real. Ask to see ID from now on cause you don't wanna go down for nothing like that yeah? Don't say I never told you! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007175707285288722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0PxtC0dxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ztm2lPPzD4w/s400/EPSN0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You see, now that's better right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007176257041102626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0QRtC0dyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gL1yqdcAt6E/s400/EPSN0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we decided that it was time to get our asses outta there. So I'm going home and take the camera out cause I like to fuck with people on the road and pretend that the flash on my camera is the flash from a traffic light. Classic reactions I tell you. Anyway so the people we were giving a ride home asked me to take a pic of them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007176905581164338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0Q3dC0dzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/i5b790qsz9Y/s400/EPSN0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I did. I'll never understand what the fascination with people wanting to have their pictures taken is. Actually nevermind that, cause I'm not one to talk seeing as I walk around with a cam all the time. Ah well... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007177463926912834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RX0RX9C0d0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JjPbxDwZGNY/s400/EPSN0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So somebody dared me that I would never put this pic up on the blog cause it's too embarassing. Well my friend I have news for you, I don't get embarassed. Purely cause I dont give a fuck what anyone ever thinks about me. So uhm pay up guy. I like my beer icy cold so fill 'er up and keep em coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaces and Outs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-3202424160711029938?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/3202424160711029938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=3202424160711029938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/3202424160711029938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/3202424160711029938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/12/blinded-by-lights.html' title='Blinded By The Lights'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXz5X9C0dYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/obwWVKPDhzo/s72-c/EPSN0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-884856833861396912</id><published>2006-12-07T08:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:22:38.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Section Five Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the Verdict is in: The blogging interviews of myself and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mushypeasontoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; will be broadcast tomorrow (Friday 8th 2006) on SAfm (104-107fm) at 12:45 in the afternoon, and again on Monday on Radio 2000 at 1.10pm. Hold thumbs for me! You can listen to the innerview by following the link &lt;a href="http://www.antfarm.co.za/clients/safm/safm_22.asx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, so last night I went out to some fashion show vibe out at Capello's in the centre of town. I don't care what people say, I'm still not convinced that being tall and skinny automatically makes you a hottie! I mean seriously who cares what the magazines say and who listens to them anyway? And besides these model chicks take themselves WAY too fucken seriously as well. All you do is look good honey, you not exactly winning Nobel prizes or breaking any scientific barriers by discovering the inner most complexities of periodic element Boron. Anyway, lemme not get into a rant and rave about these things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005676617670096050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe8XNC0dLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/djHWBWdk41M/s400/EPSN0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Cappello's joint. Never been to this one before but it's quite a nice setup that's for sure. Proper in the centre of town(the clean side of course)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005684902662010210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXfD5dC0dWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/itHoaRvW9Pg/s400/EPSN0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The models were doing their ramping thing and what not. I tried to get a nice pic(or at least a not-so-blurry one) but everytime I took one my hand justy started shaking and jerking all wild-like and then I couldnt get a good shot. I might need to get my shit checked out, HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005676978447348946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe8sNC0dNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BrjPU1KbvAM/s400/EPSN0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we was like right out in Ghandi Square. Now, for your information, Ghandi Square was notorious for being the place where school kids would go to after school and get all rowdy like with themselves before the Po-Po came in and sorted all that shit out. I mean would proper play dice, shoot the heroin(and other drug shit) and actually even have live sex by the bus-stands! And these kids are in like matric and less! I mean I was a bad"ish" kinda kid but I wasnt doing shit like they were doing. Maybe deface a statue here and there or destroy gardens or even deflate tyres and shit but that's about it you know. Tsk tsk tsk...the youth of today!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005676836713428162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe8j9C0dMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bMCC-9t94kU/s400/EPSN0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I then see some guy proper taking a piss right out in the middle of the joint! I rest my case. HAHAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005677347814536434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe9BtC0dPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yWr5KHluVtA/s400/EPSN0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw my long lost mate Blackmomma and her cuz Spunky...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005677734361593090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe9YNC0dQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3XJK0Gc6ddg/s400/EPSN0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...looking all good with their outfits and shit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005677854620677394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe9fNC0dRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hRzRz64Mpn8/s400/EPSN0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And captures some randoms having a good time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005677163130942690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe829C0dOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NyvBLTDC0SE/s400/EPSN0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat down had a drink or two and enjoyed the people going up and down show the ramps and what-not. It would have been nice to have some finger foods there to munch on but I'm not trying to perpetuate the situation that all black people like free things. But with that said, I will also say that like a wise man one told me: &lt;em&gt;If it's for free, and it for me, I'll take three!!!&lt;/em&gt; HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005691353702888818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXfJw9C0dXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Vs0lJfPQW2s/s400/EPSN0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after the thing was done we went through to the good ol' 88 in Norwood where we bumped into some crazy folk. I would put the person's picture up but it would probably get her into a lot of trouble. And if you are reading this lady then I want you to know that I'm more than willing to save your ass from getting into a world of trouble by publishing your pic up here but please, dont ever-ever come to my house that late again and try and hang out and be all drunk-like when I got work in a few hours. It's just not kosher! You too guy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005680169608049986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe_l9C0dUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Iq3JaLsJVrA/s400/EPSN0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laz was showcasing her masterpieces too the masses at Cappello's and came for a quick one-two afterwards. But I think she was as tired as I was. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005680311341970770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe_uNC0dVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5IbDpU3MDWk/s400/EPSN0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you've ever heard of the guys from Dub Vaults but they were doing their thing at this place. I think it was the launch of their album. I've given it a listen too, it's not bad. In a I'm-chilled-and-not-trying-to-go-out-nowhere-and-make-babies-while-smoking-bongs way. Sneed was enjoying it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005679946269750578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe_Y9C0dTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vLCImVdL42k/s400/EPSN0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so were the rest of the fella's. But sometimes even the most rock-n-roll guy has to call it quits sometime. And this was my time. It's okay though, the fire aint outta these bones just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and Hair Grease!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-884856833861396912?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/884856833861396912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=884856833861396912' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/884856833861396912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/884856833861396912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/12/section-five-fashion-show.html' title='Section Five Fashion Show'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXe8XNC0dLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/djHWBWdk41M/s72-c/EPSN0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-4079996196342336882</id><published>2006-12-05T03:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:07:59.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fifteen Minutes Is Up</title><content type='html'>So I just did my interview on &lt;a href="http://www.safm.co.za/index.jsp"&gt;SAfm&lt;/a&gt;!!! It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be out and about on the national airwaves next week sometime so I'll keep you posted as to when it will come out. I'm not sure what I said or wether I even came out as a complete idiot on National Radio or whatever but have a listen if you will and lemme know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I wanted this publicity but fuck it, its too late now. Thanks again SAfm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Mom, if you listened and just found out about my blog then just know that I was going to tell you about it eventually. Pwomise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-4079996196342336882?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/4079996196342336882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=4079996196342336882' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4079996196342336882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/4079996196342336882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fifteen-minutes-is-up.html' title='My Fifteen Minutes Is Up'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-838308297077967002</id><published>2006-12-04T08:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:39:03.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ki Di Zemba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tis' the season to be silly...falalalala lala la la!! Yeah so like December has officially arrived and I think I can see it in a lot of people that the season is way overdue. Cause I kinda noticed that people actually behave differently in December and are much more chilled out about shit. More friendly and willing to make friends and listen to peoples bullshit, while spitting out their own no less. Anyway, I'm feeling the season but only just a little bit. It hasn't fully kicked in yet but slowly but surely it will. I will be making my first trip out to Mozambique soon so I'm sooper excited about that shit. Just imagine all that seafood though. Mmmm! But more on that later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So like this is what I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday - The First Day Of The Month Of Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004559826447096050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPEpZiR2PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I7d4t4vJF2U/s400/EPSN0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Remember I was telling you guys about these people who were having a gig out at Shivava or some shit? Well I almost didnt make the whole thing after having missed out on a double date because of parental factors. No sweat though, these things happen. So me and Casual made our way...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004560049785395458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPE2ZiR2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SAvyE89BRFU/s400/EPSN0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...to Shivava Cafe. OMG, now this had to be one of the weirdest aesthetical experiences I have had this year.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004564168659032402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPImJiR2VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZpdxBFjxbdk/s400/EPSN0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The reason I say so is because this place had the WIERDEST mix of people. Ever! It's almost like I was in a shebeen in the hood while I was in town. Now I dont have a problem with this at all really, cause I used to go to places like that all the time. The weird thing is that firstly I walked in and there was just a wall of some pungent odor as soon as I walked in, like a mixture of sweat, boiled meat and stale beer. Then, there were all these old guys who looked like they left their wives at home to mack on the big-bootied young girls. On top of that there were all the proper young chicks and all your hip hop heads too. Almost like my pals crashed on my dad's party like. Made for an interesting experience. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004560556591536402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPFT5iR2RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YxRC4tXHA4I/s400/EPSN0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So as soon as I walk in the place I take like one or two pics and then this guy's all like: "Nam ndiyayifuna i-stombe yami" (Please e'scuse my Zulu, its not my first language) - which losely translated means: "Take a pic of me too motherfucker or else I'm going to bother you with my beer breath till you do." HAHA! And then I hear voices behind him going: "Ke Shwashwi!!!". I had to move asap!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004563116392044834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPHo5iR2SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HsRAAdpJ5jw/s400/EPSN0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We missed out on the American guys who performed and were apparantly very good!!! We were able to catch &lt;strong&gt;Two Parts Black&lt;/strong&gt; again and some other funny ass poets. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004563481464265010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPH-JiR2TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ao3Txzcr6Hw/s400/EPSN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then as we take a stroll around the place, Casual spots this guy who was KTFO(Knocked The Fuck Out) but was sitting straight up. If you look carefully behind him you'll notice that big-boned guy with the white shirt. That's him, but unfortunately due to the lack of skills in my camera I couldn't capture him properly and besides there were people around him so I couldn't fuck around with him. But Casual had a good laugh about it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004564018335177026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPIdZiR2UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OdYyt0ezsow/s400/EPSN0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, there was only so much us brother's could stand so we left the joint. Besides we had to go and pick up Sneed from the airport too so it was a good excuse to bounce too. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday The Second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004581919758867426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPYvZiR2-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zp3u-57gPNs/s400/EPSN0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I did myself some administration on Saturday around the Rosebank Mall area and went and had lunch with Pi. I tell ya what, the seafood platter at Ocean Basket is the way to go! You can't go wrong with one of those. So then I came home and watched the entire fisrt season of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/"&gt;Entourage&lt;/a&gt;. What a dope show! Gave me the injection of inspiration I needed for the Summer. I recommend this to anyone, and it wouldnt make a bad christmas present either!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004564520846350690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPI6piR2WI/AAAAAAAAABE/ogA_NZfvnyg/s400/EPSN0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then before I knew it, it was sundown and time to get out and about.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004564842968897906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPJNZiR2XI/AAAAAAAAABM/JeZgoT2MFGg/s400/EPSN0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went through to Roka bar where there was another Party People session going down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004565117846804866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPJdZiR2YI/AAAAAAAAABU/RcRRzfpr-Lk/s400/EPSN0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Nthabi was also performing. WOW! I have to say that the female emcee's are seriously giving the guys a run for their money! This woman is amazing(She's on the right btw)! And the girl on the left was hooking up some harmonization shit which was quite tight too! The stakes is high!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004565268170660242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPJmJiR2ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/LM1r1ONO4Zg/s400/EPSN0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djkhenzero.co.za/"&gt;Khenzero&lt;/a&gt; doing his thing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004565474329090466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPJyJiR2aI/AAAAAAAAABk/FY7_uB7TQ6U/s400/EPSN0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with this mofo here&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004566221653400034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPKdpiR2eI/AAAAAAAAACE/4LdAGyMDWos/s400/EPSN0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these mofo's too&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004565624652945842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPJ65iR2bI/AAAAAAAAABs/4U6CV7LvOJM/s400/EPSN0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also bumped into Obiwan Kenobi too. I think he just fresh came outta hibernation, as usual - HAHAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004565779271768514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPKD5iR2cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CQHkEtXwp9s/s400/EPSN0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sneed back in full effect baby! Fresh from Cape Town where he says it's on like fucken donkey kong. So I hear! Anybody from Cape Town who can confirm his sentiments?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004566002610067922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPKQ5iR2dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w4BdOElEhOg/s400/EPSN0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I had a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card cause me-Julie had gone away for the week with her friends. So you know what that means right? I got my ass mashed!!! Why, you ask, do I wait for me-Julie to leave town and then I get drunk as hell? No it's not because I'm out there harassing girls and getting up to mischief. Not at all. Well my pedigree chum it's like this. One of the first rules in the book goes: If you have a "me-Julie" then by manly-law, you must never EVER get too drunk to not be able to get into a fight if necessary. So since I had nobody to protect and take care not to get into harms way 'cet meself, I had a gang of beer to catch up on. And for the record, I was twisted!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004566711279671810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPK6JiR2gI/AAAAAAAAACU/RMXxkdDGgYA/s400/EPSN0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway we kinda got kicked outta the place too cause we were drinking the place dry. On a roll of the dice we decided to go past Hellsville and see wether we'd get lucky.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004566518006143474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPKu5iR2fI/AAAAAAAAACM/MiODoXEQspQ/s400/EPSN0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, we weren't lucky at all! Went into Trancesky and it was packed as fuck! I really hate the masses!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004604232113970162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPtCJiR2_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2G4EYnLDTic/s400/EPSN0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then these guys were all like: "Come, like take a photo of us bru! Yeah....*drunken slurry talk*...Whoo...*spit*". Fuck. Under my breath I'm like: "You know these are going on the internet right?" Them: "Huh?!!?!" Me: "Uh...Nevermind. Smile!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004567024812284434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPLMZiR2hI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ylgnqz7jJSo/s400/EPSN0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on a whim we decided to go past Mind Your Head like out in deep dark dungeons of the JHB city centre.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004567188021041698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPLV5iR2iI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5CbDiJv0Qs/s400/EPSN0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was cool, very chilled out though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004567368409668146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPLgZiR2jI/AAAAAAAAACs/uOpJUYq_tOw/s400/EPSN0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I met up with some people there and one had some real interesting skull pantyhose(?) HAHAH! It's so fucked up having a bad memory cause it's like people tell you that they've met you before and you're like...erm no I don't think so. But of course you're wrong because they probably have met you and can recall it instantly and you're just a bad person for not remembering. My bad memory is going to get into serious trouble one of these days. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004567544503327298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPLqpiR2kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tncGCGO86Q8/s400/EPSN0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then as we were bouncing we bumped into some cats getting into a battle outside. You know what this is right? It's just getting the tongue sharper and slicker. No matter where you go it's all the same. Cape Town, Joburg, New York, Berlin. We all trying to get a record deal innit?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004570181613247058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPOEJiR2lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qa-mXuCP5J4/s400/EPSN0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's always all good, cause its never on some beef, it's all friendly fire. I've never understood that term "friendly fire" either. I mean you gonna shoot at me and kill me in a "friendly" way?Anyway...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh So Very Sunny Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004573123665844850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPQvZiR2nI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yzuhqz9AVIE/s400/EPSN0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So like I didn't really realise how late(and drunk) I was the night before but I was asleep until about 3 in the noontime on Sunday. My stomach was growling hungrily so I got on the horn and hollered at my boy and we went on our way to get some chow.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004570864513047138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPOr5iR2mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ktpRD7W8VEw/s400/EPSN0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Nita riding shotgun and her new hairdo! I tried to sneak in a photo of her but she wasn't having none of that!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004573557457541762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPRIpiR2oI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UE0Mr3XbDjg/s400/EPSN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went to Alexandra to...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004574017019042450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPRjZiR2pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YaWQHRkF6jg/s400/EPSN0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...mother fucken Bra Joe's Tshisa Nyama! Sure he's a prick and sells his beers for too much, but his meat is dope! I mean who sells a six-pack for Forty buck in the hood? I mean seriously. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004574412156033698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPR6ZiR2qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jOFnyM8vKb4/s400/EPSN0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's quite a busy place too. He's got a fuck-load of business though which is why he's probably a dick! Anyway, lemme stop sipping on the haterade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004574601134594738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPSFZiR2rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KotrPf8LABQ/s400/EPSN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We settled our asses right in for a casual Sunday lucheon!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004574893192370882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPSWZiR2sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FubFBVx7AV0/s400/EPSN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dang dawg look at that chow. I dont give a shit, this has to be the best thing you could ever do to kick a hangover out on it's ass! This is definately another recommendation!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004575206724983506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPSopiR2tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LLWFzZl3Ses/s400/EPSN0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cakes was also down with the get-down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004579265469078338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPWU5iR20I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8AjiwS6g9v4/s400/EPSN0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's weird, I was thinking about and I realised tht all hoods are the same no matter where you go in the country. And I've been to a gang of hoods all over the country too but none of them are like Alex. It's just different for some or other reason. And I cant put my finger on it either wether it's the peeps or just the genral vibe or what. Is that a good or a bad thing? I don't know.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004576649833995026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPT8piR2xI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H0B0x5JJAb4/s400/EPSN0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jay getting her drink on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004576070013410050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPTa5iR2wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w2xwNypb06Y/s400/EPSN0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if that's true. I really wonder, or if he's just fooling us and we eating some stale ass meat and shit. Just saying.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004575795135503090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPTK5iR2vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RXLBftRr3mw/s400/EPSN0619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dig Nita's new 'do. I great change from the plain black before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004579639131233106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPWqpiR21I/AAAAAAAAAF4/fjoz3ZDRhFI/s400/EPSN0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the chow, I think the 'itis started kicking in...for us all. Cause I was about to pass the fuck out right there and then.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004579815224892258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPW05iR22I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_BfFzhG-pYk/s400/EPSN0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumped into Relo and her friend. Sorry but I forgot your name but I'm sure its no big deal right.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004580034268224370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPXBpiR23I/AAAAAAAAAGI/iu1ckrpHD6E/s400/EPSN0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we had done with all the chow and drinking our beers and shit, Twiggle, Nita, Me &amp; Jay went...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004580266196458370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPXPJiR24I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R5MRMJUGRXI/s400/EPSN0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...to Cool Runnings out in Melville...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004580549664299922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPXfpiR25I/AAAAAAAAAGY/GZeH-V-3CvU/s400/EPSN0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...for the underground comedy gig. Nice way to round off a weekend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004580914736520098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPX05iR26I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kZ-LXHeYkaA/s400/EPSN0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Vlis was hosting&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004581571866516434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPYbJiR29I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lccY09WFve4/s400/EPSN0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://bunnychowmovie.com/"&gt;main man &lt;/a&gt;had a set there too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004581318463445954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPYMZiR28I/AAAAAAAAAGw/VCUXh7TcNvA/s400/EPSN0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone seemed to have a good time overall. Me, just okay. But everyone else loved it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004581133779852210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPYBpiR27I/AAAAAAAAAGo/l37D_5784j8/s400/EPSN0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even this guy with the Spongebob Squarepants shirt. Good weekend overall. Let's do it again!!! Meet you here same place next time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Very Important Update!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fluffy Dice On Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fuck, I am shitting myself! I got word that I'm going to be getting interviewed on &lt;a href="http://www.safm.co.za/index.jsp"&gt;SAfm&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow about blogging in South Africa. Holy Crap! Why they would choose my blog for an interview, I have no idea but it's happening nonetheless. I actually thought that the woman was joking when she told me that somebody wanted to talk to me about my leetle blog but then she came with the seriousness and I knew it was for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just found out that I wont be alone either. Phew! They will also have my friend &lt;a href="http://mushypeasontoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peas On Toast&lt;/a&gt; and some or other blog too. Hold thumbs for me cause I hope I don't come across as a complete idiot on national radio! I'll keep you updated as to when it is going to be aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I probably wont be able to hear it live so if anyone knows how to record it then please do. If you can send it to me I'd really appreciate it. Keep a look out and I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS - I think I need a drink and a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peaces!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-838308297077967002?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/838308297077967002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=838308297077967002' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/838308297077967002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/838308297077967002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/12/ki-di-zemba.html' title='Ki Di Zemba!'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXPEpZiR2PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I7d4t4vJF2U/s72-c/EPSN0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116480205604486760</id><published>2006-11-29T01:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:08:47.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues Of Our Times</title><content type='html'>You know, it's amazing that even though I live in a country with some of the most people infected with HIV/AIDS, I don't really take the time to chill and talk about that shit. Sure we all know it's there and sure we all know that we shouldn't bone without rubbers if we don't wanna catch the virus. But have you ever actually seen a person suffering with that shit? I'll admit that I haven't in real life(I chickened out at the last moment) but I know that it's fucken hectic! So anyway, I thinks it's time to give back. I'm thinking of things I could do but I can't go for my HIV test cause I just got my results back so that's a no-go. Maybe go to an orphanage or whatever and hang with the little ones. Something, even if it's not on &lt;a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp"&gt;December First&lt;/a&gt; but something. It's definately something that affects all of us, no matter what. Think about it for a second. In the meantime, I heard about something that will be happening on the day surrounding such things. Its free of charge so the proceeds aren't going to anything but it's interesting to at least for one day focus on this issue and check out what peeps have to say bout it. So run check this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/756506/sadfafa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Friday 1st December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;19h30 till late @ Shivava Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp; Performance Poetry Festival featuring: Ymag's Kabomo as emcee,&lt;br /&gt;Dj Kenzhero, Fifi, Makgabe, Mac Manaka, visiting US (Atlanta based) Hip Hop act, Afar and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;I know, I know a hip hop act we aint never heard before but they are quite noice. Check em out on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.afarmusic.com" href="http://www.afarmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;www.afarmusic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO COVER CHARGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm on the note of shamelessly punting my friends here's a little something extra. Check out this press release bout a friend of mine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXUzQpiR3AI/AAAAAAAAAII/cJmmFtJVg0M/s1600-h/Loyiso+Gola+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004962922012728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXUzQpiR3AI/AAAAAAAAAII/cJmmFtJVg0M/s400/Loyiso+Gola+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disillusioned by the leaders of today, tired of the succession battle, unhappy about floor-crossing - sounds like you need to follow the growing group of supporters for the next “president elect” - Loyiso Gola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hosting the “Let Durban Laugh Festival” which will be held at the Durban City Hall on the 8th and the 9th of December and is expecting about 4000 people over the 2 days, Loyiso Gola hits the road again with a much anticipated run of his one man show which will aptly carry the gripping title, “Loyiso Gola for President”. This show will run at the Market Theatre, Newtown from the 30th of January to the 4th of February 2007. Popular radio station YFM has come on board as the key media partner and will be giving the show a substantial amount of support during its run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first instalment of this show and be the first opportunity for Loyiso to perform this set to the public. However it will also be the last time Jozi sees him perform for a while as he leaves for Durban shortly thereafter to perform as the warm up act for internationally acclaimed comedy superstar Sugar Sammy for the entire month of February at the Suncoast Casino resort.&lt;br /&gt;(Sugar Sammy hails from Canada and his meteoric rise to fame culminated in him touring North America last year with Dave Chapelle. It is testament to the profile that Loyiso Gola now enjoys on the local comedy circuit that he was selected by the organisers of the event to be part of this show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyiso Gola has been described in comedy circles and numerous articles as “the next big thing in South African comedy” with some going as far as saying that he is the future of comedy in this country. His unique sense of humour and his affinity towards openly frank and observational commentary has carved Loyiso into a comedy genius and has elevated his status in the realms of local comedy. In taking his one man show to the people, Loyiso follows the path of many legendary comedians before him in packaging a one man show with its own distinct style and subject matter. Many of these, namely Richard Pryor’s I’m Crazy; Eddie Murphy’s Raw; Chris Rock’s Never Scared; Jerry Seinfeld’s I’m Saying This For The Last Time and Dave Chapelle’s Killing Them Softly have gone on to achieve cult success worldwide and have influenced comics of the new age like Loyiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXU0cJiR3BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e34SNe-oSwQ/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004964219092851730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXU0cJiR3BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e34SNe-oSwQ/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this pseudo election campaign titled show, Loyiso takes his audiences on a roller coaster ride down a path uncharted. “The president elect” will entertain, provoke and leave audiences in raptures with his opinions on the crazy world that we live in. He will also unravel stories of his life; growing up in apartheid and the adventures that have come with being a product of the new South Africa. In a frank but tasteful manner, he will make commentary on issues that we are surrounded by today and his set will cover anything and everything from gender relations to race relations, growing up in the townships to cruising in the suburbs, Bantu education to union strikes. “His younger brother charm” and sheer ability to weave local and universal stories together in his comedy, not only promises to make the experience a thoroughly enjoyable one but potentially a dangerous one too. Tear “jerkingly” funny, Loyiso will strive to take your breath away with some hard hitting punch lines and side splitting gags that will have you chanting “Vote Loyiso Gola!!!” Laugh at your own discretion but you’ve been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 30th of January to the 4th of February 2007 you will have an opportunity to see him do what he does best at the Market Theatre, cover charge R 80.00. So if you haven’t decided who you are going to “vote for” in the next election do yourself a favour and go listen to the “campaign” of one, Loyiso Gola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any queries, questions, pictures, complaints, requests, issues, debates, please contact;&lt;br /&gt;“Presidential Campaign Officer”&lt;br /&gt;Takunda Bimha&lt;br /&gt;Cell: 076 1449428&lt;br /&gt;Email: info@podiumentertainment.co.za&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. I'm out!&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/26571142-116480205604486760?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116480205604486760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116480205604486760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116480205604486760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116480205604486760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/11/issues-of-our-times.html' title='Issues Of Our Times'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/RXUzQpiR3AI/AAAAAAAAAII/cJmmFtJVg0M/s72-c/Loyiso+Gola+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116461106697939539</id><published>2006-11-27T08:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:57:49.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The rock 'n roll lifestyle. Yup, it continues on... &amp; On. So like check this. I was like chilling at work right. You know, like you do. And like I go and I check my mails and shit. And like the people of the blogging commy are all like: "Hey buddy, like lets go and get like, drunk you know. Get to talk smack and all that." And I'm all like: "Umm yeah, that's okay. I am keen to like get drunk. And like get into all typsa conversation like". No-one ever told me that some of these people can drink a vodka drinking Russian spy straight under the table. Yessus! It's Monday as I write this and I'm just getting over the evenings antics. The sonzabitches! HAHAHA, I keed I keed! They were all real cool people. I shall say no who is who but leave it to your imagination.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Good times!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://champsheathen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2tough2chew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ostendo.co.za/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;figure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onalimn.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechiz.co.za/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/631165/EPSN0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I be chilling at the crib, sipping on bub and shit. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/816247/EPSN0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And The Mohatma here gave me a ride to the spot. HAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/856251/EPSN0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Was a bright beautiful day at my second...erm...fifth home. It's actually weird walking up there I felt a sudden shudder in my spine, I haven't been nervous in a very long time. I think the last time I was nervous was when I went in for my first kiss in Grade Seven at the disco. Okay and also when I was in a dark alley with a cat who had his face covered in prison tatoo's who probably had a name like Gatiep and wanted to know "What time it is". TRUE STORY! Anyway, I think it's cause I felt like a was shooting in a dark room cause these people all know who the fuck I am, and I have no idea who they are. So it was kinda unsettling. Did I mention I was nervous? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/133237/EPSN0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So eventually I got a coupla drinks in me and then it was aight. A cool bunch of people all round. Fo true! I had a fucken blast! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/854508/EPSN0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I meet this guy who resembles a certain guy who really likes MILFs and shit&lt;a href="http://2tough2chew.blogspot.com/"&gt;(&lt;/a&gt;wink wink) in that other movie about Pies in America. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/637855/EPSN0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this crazy guy&lt;a href="http://www.ostendo.co.za/"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; (Like a Russian spy I tell ya!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/46201/EPSN0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then these lovely ladies decided to throw their V's up in the air&lt;a href="http://champsheathen.blogspot.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHA&lt;a href="http://www.onalimn.com/blog/"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; Or is the one on the right the new camel-toe one. Or could it be cupping some titties? Hmmmm...we might need to have a discussion you and I. HAHA! Either way, Noice one! And some good company too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/264527/EPSN0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I threw my own V in the air but...erm...I got distracted. HAHA! Look at the pervy look in the eye. Yes it true, I mive the duff but never in the big V only the clenched fist. Yeah that's right. I said it! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/418683/EPSN0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So like we chilling and the Big D spots some noice ass eye candy. This grrrl was packing some serious bazooka's! So I get The Finchmeister to hang out and act like he's taking a pose. See him being all sophisticated like? HAHA! You know, so we dont look like a coupla titty-and-ass-hungry stalker photo taking guys. But I fumbled and I kinda blew the shot and she dissappeared. Dang! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/167804/EPSN0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I waited a coupla more minutes and then I got the shot. Pity I couldnt get the *ahem* face. :) But I pwomise, this was not for me. So Sunshine if you reading this then know that it wasn't my fault. It was all that big guy's fault. He made me do it. Pwomise! ;) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/464312/EPSN0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In case you was wondering, she was very noice. So noice the Finch poses started coming out. HAHAHA! You'd swear we were on set and e'erything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/158594/EPSN0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, so me Julie came through(looking pweety as usual if I say so me'self)... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/71563/EPSN0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...with her kindred. There are some good genes in this family. I need to reconsider going out with both of them in public cause I get too many questions from guys askin me bout them. Ask all you want fella's but no touching m'kay! No seriously. Phuck, but it's tough at the top. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/721208/EPSN0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So like there I am and I pull out the face on her with the quickness. She didnt even see it coming. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/993489/EPSN0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she brings it back with a vengeance. For a first timer, that is not bad. Not bad at all! But don't get too excited just yet it's just the first round. You may have won the battle but you aint won the war. *evil laugh* BWAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/580355/EPSN0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So also chilled and then Dev wanted to take a pic of me taking a pic of him. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/738460/EPSN0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then his cam fucked up. Extra points to me for the pose. HAHAH! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/838712/EPSN0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But then he got the beat back and had me on the back foot. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/600222/EPSN0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the &lt;a href="http://www.ostendo.co.za/"&gt;fella's&lt;/a&gt;. Good fucken okes these chaps! And twenty points to The Dee Guy for the WTF face that he just snuck up on all of us! Fucken classic! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/281255/EPSN0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh and I bumped into my old primary school best buddy Syph and his (grrrl)friend. Well played big guy. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/247120/EPSN0449fhj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And get this, a whit dude was serving them. Yeah I know it's nothing to write home about but I was still kinda amazed. Considering I was the only black guy at the table I was sitting at, it was a suprisingly refreshing ting. i'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**His identity has been concealed (and replaced with a big fat black line) in case of future incidents of patrons taking advantage of his excellent services. I aint trying to catch no lawsuits o'er here.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/459405/EPSN0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anywhere, so after I got COMPLETY FUCKEN SMASHED and I ended up in Norwood at the place they call 88. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/105934/EPSN0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With the fella's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1389/2782/400/194694/EPSN0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all got even more twisted. I think things from this point all became a blur. I seriously dont remember anything after this. Look at me eyes, you can tell I'm a gonner huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So with that, I bid you 'adew!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116461106697939539?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116461106697939539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116461106697939539' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116461106697939539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116461106697939539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/11/bloggunity.html' title='Bloggunity'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116375010531997883</id><published>2006-11-17T09:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:11:42.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotiq</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So like I went to this place yesterday. Twaz, like, real hectic dude. Real hectic. I'm in denial about my rock-n-roll lifestyl. Really I am. I was actually even meant to be in a car on my way to Cape Town right now, you know, cause I wanna bunk work and just go. Ever done that kinda shit? Just drop everything and go. Yeah I woulda been on the beach sipping on mohito's by sundown tonight. Alas, I am at work. Well before I get to far into that lemme learn you sumfin bout my day yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0344.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So I came home and my brethren were lounging on the porch, chilling talking shit and what not. I think the topic of conversation revolved around this episode of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/larrydavid/"&gt;Curb Your Enthusiam&lt;/a&gt; were Larry and Jeff were talking about the big V. So think about this for a moment, how many women complain about men having small dicks? Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe the woman has an unusually large vagina? Dont dismiss it so easily. Ponder on that for a second and lemme know what you think. I really thought it was quite funny! I still so. BWAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh and this, by the way, is the international sign for "Large Vagina" so be careful out there ladies. Dont say I didnt tell ya! HAHAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0339.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, I had me one of these. It's great having a fridge purely dedicated to just liquor. See that froth on the top there? That's like all the icicle's and shit. I'm sure you can &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;taste it in your mouth cant ya? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0355.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's something so tranquil about my new place's porch. It's like really cool to see people walking around on the streets and doing shit where as before I was caged up in my house and hardly ever saw anybody. Real good.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and then I had this amazing new drink(okay its not new alright but it's new to me). It's called the Flex Bender. Wah Wa Wee Wah!!!! Dude, I'm so fucking loving that shit. Get this, it's like a bourbon and lime....all in one bottle! Holy Crizzap!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0368.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So later on went to the place they called Roka. Went to go check out a performance or two. I was confronted by a rather annoying large cloud of smoke. Cant they just turn the fucken smoke machine off! Dang nabbit!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0370.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway these two chicks came on. With nice harmonies and shit. Even went acappella to show they weren't faking it. I think the group's called &lt;strong&gt;Two Parts Black&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Nice(ish) sound.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0400.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The joint...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0395.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and it's people's&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0386.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the chick I had come to see came on. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Fifi. &lt;/strong&gt;DUUUDE!!!! I'm so fucken loving her shit. She has this like really clean sound about her, and if you close your eyes and open your ears, you could almost imagine you were listening to Billy Holiday or Ella Fitzgerald. Seriously. Oh and she can hold it down on the verses too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0381.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many female South African artists can you say that about huh? I know, I'm punting her shit but mark my words but she's going to go big. I'm telling you! Oh and I think she has like the cutest BIG eyes ever. So adorable!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0379.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm chilling and watching her show and I look down and this is what I see. Fucken hippies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0391.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The One's and Two's. Yeah you'll see me behind these motherfuckers one day. Okay it might be a long day away, but its still one day. HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djkenzhero.co.za/"&gt;Khenzero&lt;/a&gt;. When was the last time you heard them play The Jackson Five...in a club! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you can tell we were getting down. And actually it was like the first in like EVER I've danced in a club this year. Good on ya mate&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0397.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So get this, Pi just decided to up and bounce and leave the city. Right there in the club. Fuck, I lost colour when he told me that. Fuck I'm still at a loss for colour. The bastard!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0404.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenny and Gusto fam(e)&lt;a href="http://www.gustoprojects.co.za/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Cool cats just chilling minding the bidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0405.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Casual guy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you have to get one of these everywhere I go. Ngwana wa batho o tswere ezzie e masepa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way back, we saw an accident. This shit really makes you think dont it? So buckle up if you reading this. Seriously, I wana hear from you next year aight?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Twiggle's birthday yesterday so he went and pulled out this little beauty. You dont know it? Well neither did I till yesterday. Apparently they have it in all the music videos when they talking about bitches and hoes and shit. I'll look out for it. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0419.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell I'm beaming over here! No, Im just fucked.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0421354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my 'nug. Pity you had to go to Cape Town on your birthday man, but next week it's on like donkey kong bitch! Needless to say, I'm really tired while I'm writing this. But it will all go away...eventually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a pleasant weekend all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116375010531997883?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116375010531997883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116375010531997883' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116375010531997883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116375010531997883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/11/hypnotiq.html' title='Hypnotiq'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116341882284632259</id><published>2006-11-13T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:04:01.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Be Dem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So it was actually quite a timid weekend if I say so myself. I've been having a lot of those lately. Didnt really get up to much though but nonetheless it was quite cool. And dont you worry, all I'm doing is getting the liver ready for the December that's all. The fire aint run out of these balls just yet baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday The Tenth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0278.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I came home a bit early on Friday to one of these freshly prepared beauties. That's right baby, Gin 'n Juice!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0285.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I looked outside the window and then suddenly the motherfucken skies were a darkish blue colour just about ready to split open with all their watery fury. Not a good ting. But it's not like it's ever stopped us before.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0307.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I went to go pick up this Mofo and do the damn thing. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0289.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I've been going to this place for so long and it's the first time I've ever seen the sign above the door. How weird is that shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah, on cool thing did happen though, as I was rumouging through the crowd I bumped into this teeny totter of sweetness. You could imagine my suprise when she taps me on the shoulder and says: "You wouldnt happen to have a blog hey?". I almost dropped a nugget in my pants I was so suprised! It's weird, I still cant get used to people coming up to me to say what's up. . And PS - she's not really as bitchy as she claims. HAHAH! It was cool to meet you &lt;a href="http://shortypam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shorty Pam&lt;/a&gt;, next time more tequila's eh?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we hanged out drank beers and shit.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we bounced and stocked up on the doughs as we were expecting to get into the business of the streets and rip 'em a new one. Then I got a late night call which totally diverted my route homeward bound to get in a cheek-to-cheek situation. No complaints over here! The night was pretty much over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday The Eleventh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So check out the sweet situatiuon we got going on. Obviously since we all moved into together there is one fridge laying around doing nothing. So what's the logical thing to do? Make in into a beer fridge of course. Sweet!!! It's still a baby but give it some time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0317.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway we pretty much chilled out and watched the rugby(Boo!!!)...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...had some greens(yes I'm talking about the drink...what did you think?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0322.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and chilled the fuck out.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh and Number Twelve came through to the crib to hang out and chill and shit. Hadn't seen her in a while either so it was all catch up and shit. That was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116341882284632259?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116341882284632259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116341882284632259' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116341882284632259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116341882284632259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-be-dem.html' title='We Be Dem'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116280495420790336</id><published>2006-11-06T10:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:01:25.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled/Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yo what it is my interwebular peeps! So lemme guess, some of you must be really pissed off that I aint updated in a while innit? My apologies, but I guess that's just the way the cookie has been crumbling. No excuses though, just been busy I guess. Anyway, I have prepared a rather lengthy update so go ahead and have a look-see as to what has been the gon'zo over the last coupla coupla. Been a bit busy and all with moving outta my house and ripping it up across town and checking out the Expo. Run-check this yo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday 27 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We met up with a new person on the scene on Friday and this is her. I'm almost tempted to call her the Substitute but I know she'd be really pissed off if I did so. So I think I'll call her ChocEclaire for many reasons. None of which need to be explained here.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my nug' SugarRayNuts met up out at Fuel Cafe. Oops, I'm sorry he's hanged up his gloves...or "nuts" in this case. BWAHAH! So we'll just stick with Twiggle.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And we also met up with Vee(I think) and she was going on about how her friends are all so down for the good times and shit...actually you know what, nevermind. That could get me into some serious trouble. *Ahem* We met up and caught up and shot the shit and whatnot. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, some art and shit&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we met up with this Italiano senorita and her friend at the spot. That hot Italian blood my man, I tell ya. It'll take you places that's for sure!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gnarley bru! Who's fucken Rock 'n Roll? YEAH!!! HAHAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah this be the vibe out at the Fuel joint. I'm still trying to suss it out but it's just not capturing me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;D-Dub and Geezy!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rock 'n Roll beeyatch!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leila Ali in the house. This senorita is packing some serious guns! Look at that, give's me a straight up run for my money!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we went through to Cat's Pyjama's after the joint where Twiggle bumped into this juggler come hippie guy. Hello Mellville/Observatory hippie guy. Shit, they're everywhere! But hey I'm not judging nor am I dissing, I used to be a hippie myself...WAY back in the day. But that's a story for another time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;An then he proper caught him out with the "Get A Load Of This Guy" finger-point while he wasnt paying attention. Noice one!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So went home and shit after it all died down. You probably thinking I'm all deprtessed and shit cause I gotta be moving house in the next coupla hours right?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well you'd wrong cause I'm a soldier like that see? Hard as fucken nails baby! HAHA! This I think was about 3 or 4 inna morning and I was moving in about four hours. Jeeziz, mara why do I do this to meself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 28 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0071.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So we moved house and shit. Say goodbye to Copa Cabana!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0072.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And ChocEclair was in the mix too to help. Actually she didn't really do much *ahem* 'cept pack shit into her ride. Can you sense my dissapointment and judging while I'm typing this?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk. geezy, you're not exempt either man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me an Casual doing the manual labour. I dont want to talk about this day at all. Very tiring and boring. Went to some balla ass party later on in the evening hosted by my grrrl Emkay but I was too pooped to even try taking any photo's. So that's like a whole extra post that could come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Next Friday, sometime in November&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Jeez the year is almost fucken over!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I moved to my new spot where I'm staying with my brother's. This is the view from the balcony. I know a coupla you wouldnt think that was cool at all to stay with you familia but you dont have brother's like mine. Fuck all three of us under one roof. It's on now motherphuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm not trying to say much as to where exactly I stay(for obvious psycho interweb stalkers types and what not) but my spot is like literally down the road from the motherfucken Bowls Club! Yeah Boy!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is exactly where we had gone to enjoy our first down the road drinko experienso. Okay Pi doesnt really frequent the spot at all but me and Twiggle regard it as a second home. Okay not second, maybe fifth, but a home nonetheless.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ChocEclair in the mix once again. She had her initiation into the Bowls the day before and wasn't drinking that much. HAHA! She was all shocked by the prices and went a little over-board. Dont worry babes, we've all been there and experienced our initiation too!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was in and then the RooRoo on his way out. I told you, this aint his kinda joint.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But the rest of us weren't really minding the place so much. I will say one thing though, it must have some of the most beautiful white women all concentrated into one place. Seriously hot chicks at this place. It's got nothing on the Cape Town chicks but it can give them a serious run for their money.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0087.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My 'nug! Oh Gee, Triple Oh Gee!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we got outta the place cause we got kicked out at like ten or eleven. WTF! Why close so damn early? Anyway I went to fetch the missus, and we ended up at Berlin where these babies were in order. No weekend is complete without right? But notice that they have oranges instead of lemons. No, I dont approve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eclaire and Twiggle doing the damn thing&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So were we. I just love these things, proper make you lose all inhibitions! Yeah! Fuck inhibitions, they can be a real drag sometimes. I say we all lose our inhibitions, like all the time. Except all you rowdy motherfuckers out there. Ya'll keep it composed but the rest of us get in line!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, strong enough to give your chest-hairs a perm! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and me Julie. Awww**&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0113.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure you can guess what was up for the rest of the night innit? Yup, the beers, the blunts and the b****s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sunday after&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I got a kite from Eclaire that she had open-ended tickets to the Auto Expo out at Nasrec for the last day. I have never been to one of these things so I figured that it wouldnt hurt to go check it out right?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0148.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for her to finish in the shower. I started fucking around with my camera and being Mr Clicky for some or other reason. What a poser huh? HAHAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, she got done and we got our asses the phuck outta there and onto the highway towards the joint.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0171.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joburg City. I've grown such a fond love for this place. Definately a great place to be! I only have good things to say bout the place.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0172.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auto Africa baby!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0176.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rocked up there and went to check out the rides and shit. Nothing really spectacular actually. The next pics pretty much speak for themselves so they dont really need any captioning. But look out for the new Audi R8. That's my bitch!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0194.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0189.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0213.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Concept electronic car. Quite cool actually but fucken huge!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0243.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except of course that it was fucken packed!!!!! Gawd I hate crowds. I have a serious claustrophobia thing going on. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0255%281%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we decided to leave onto the lovely scenic roads of Jozi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0259%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and on my way home I decided to get a haircut. So for the first time I asked the guy to trim my moustash as well. And look what the fucker does to me! He fucken butchers my 'tash by cutting too high up and shit. Look at the fucken gap 'tween my lips and my tash. WTF! Making me look like fucken Charlie Chaplin and shit. And don't you laugh! Needless to say, I wont be going out anytime soon till this has resolved itself. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116280495420790336?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116280495420790336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116280495420790336' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116280495420790336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116280495420790336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitledfantastic.html' title='Untitled/Fantastic'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116184779530865917</id><published>2006-10-26T08:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:44:50.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jezzir</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I go along with the post I'd just like to say that I am a little sad about having lost the singing sensation Lebo Mathosa. Sure this is about a week late but it's better late than never innit? Anyway, I had met Lebo a coupla times and seen her perform too. One of the most electrifying performers on stage I is ever seen. A right cool chick who had the world as her oyster. It really is a sad sad time for South African's to have lost such an inspiring woman. You will be missed and never forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay now let's keep it moving&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and get along with the post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday 20 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- The Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this time of the month is never a time when a lot of us have dosh in our pocket. So I'm loungin at the crib staring at a boring night at home watching cheesy porno's on E-tv and eating Pick 'n Pay chicken when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...these mofo's rock up to the Cabana holding forty's and shit. So I'm thinking, should I protest and act all hard when cats are trying to say let's go get out drink on? Uhm...nah! Never that! Well they really didn't know where they were goin, they were just getting into the car and going and getting their drink on. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We ended up at Fuel Cafe. Not exactly my cuppa, but hey. Whatever.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After I had taken these pics I looked back at them and I noticed the creepy look Knuckles had in his eye. What The Fuck? Erm listen guy, I'm sorry if this disappoints you but I don't swing that way. HAHAHA! No but seriously.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bumped into my main man TrouserSnake Dave. Do yourself a favour and support my boys' latest &lt;a href="http://bunnychowmovie.com/"&gt;project&lt;/a&gt;. Dont ever say I didn't tell neh? You wont regret it! If you forget then click on the &lt;strong&gt;Bunny Chow&lt;/strong&gt; link on the right &lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Go on, do it now! Go!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also saw VDub who wanted to break out into a broo-ha-ha with the mountain man at the door. Dude, I thought I was a tall guy but this guy. Jeeziz! And if you look right, he about a whole head taller than VDub. Actually a head and a bit of change. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then this. I'm stuck with Blowfish looking like he's from from &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/contender/show/25583/summary.html"&gt;The Contender&lt;/a&gt; &amp; Stone Cold. Umm...yeah, dont ask and I wont tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/EPSN0057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then bumped into G-Hill. I dont know what they were putting in the drinks that night but if it makes you look like this then I dont want any. HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rock too? What going on in this place. Someone's put the Kaybash on these fella's. Have I stepped into the twilight zone or what?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the Zin was lookin fresh as a daisy! Eyes wide shut.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0065.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twaz a kinda pap vibe so we saddle up our shit and went to Cappello's. Pap vibe as well.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was fucken raining bats &amp; doves out there. And they wanted me to pay 50 bucks to get into a place that wasnt even all that happening. AND it was like mad late too, like 2 inna mornin or sumfin. Shit, I told the guy at the door he could teabag me. He didnt understand but he didn't look too happy about it either.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way home went past Melville. Okay I know, but it's the only place that's open till late where you can get a drink. No?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jezzir. Prolly the best place on the whole of 7th Avenue. Okay maybe not but...still a cool place.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fella's had skipped out on Capello's and went straight to the source. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Base in the house lookin pretty as always. As she so eloquently put's it: "Hollerization!" HAHA! Cracks me up everyttime.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the twins. Can you tell? Man I SO fucken wish I had a twin. The things I would do! Think about it, what would you do if you had a twin. For one, I'd switch a day at work with him, just for kicks. Now that's interesting. Then I'd switch girls and we could...actually nevermind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the link ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and if anything dodgy has ever gone down in my stay in Jozi and you thought I was involved then you're completly mistaken. &lt;strong&gt;It was this guy!&lt;/strong&gt; So please kindly forward all your complaints to him and he will be happily obliged to assist you in your query. Hehe...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dull night, except when we went to the gas station and bumped into McZzzz. Oooooh! Exciting life I lead dont I? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday 24 October - The Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was packing my shit cause I'm moving outta my place at the end of the month and I noticed all the fucken bottles we have amassed over the last year. OMFG! Yeah, welcome to the Liks Club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday 25 October - The Bowls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got a kite to make my way straight to the Bowls on the hottest day ever! Seriously, it was like 33 degress or some shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I proper left work and sliced through traffic on the Vespa to get there. Man, I tell you, fuck all the complaining I've been doing about the it. It's fucken great during summer! Fo' true! Got there and this guy was there...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and so was this guy...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and these guys. Doesn't that just look oh-so-fucken-beautiful? Fuck, I think I'm thirsty now. Anyway, I was so caught up in the beer that I forgot that people were coming to view the house and I was like an hour late. Ah well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Post To Be Continued Soon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116184779530865917?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116184779530865917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116184779530865917' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116184779530865917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116184779530865917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/10/jezzir.html' title='Jezzir'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116098573538209942</id><published>2006-10-16T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:22:01.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rawkus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello (pause) My name is Suave and I'm an alchoholic. [*Everbody*] Hi Suave!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL, yeah well I dont know about that but I think I'm slowly but surely getting to that stage. I think it could be the summer and the fact that the girls are wearing less which would be the catalyst to me drinking so much more of late. Anyway enough about me, let's move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday 12 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Roka with Casual on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We actually for the first time had ever gone out to a gig purely based on one of those sms's that you get during the week. This one was titled "Pre-exam Party" or something like that. We should've had a bit of foresight judging by the sms but it turned out to be quite dissapointing. Apparently there was a band that playe just before but we had just missed the it so..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Casual has decided to quit all things intoxicating. Yup, liquor and blunts. Except ciggies.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He actually only ordered lemonade. I dont know...does that mean I'm an alchoholic because I couldnt be able to go so long without liquor? Actually dont answer that!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Roogy came thru from some whiskey tasting event...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and he was rolling with Cakes. You can tell cause they were all BEE'd out and shit. You know square-toe, collar but nor fat-tie...fortunaltely!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell that he's dying for a drink? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had to get this badunka! It fascinated me so much cause you can tell exactly where it starts. It's a guy thing I guess. But besides the bodacious booty, I think we were forcing matters being here. It wasn't that bad cause it was a school night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came home from work on Friday and was playing Playstation the whole night..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and Mike Lowry came through and joined me. He also came with...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...a crunked Vex. He was officially KTFO. &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;nocked &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;uck &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ut! Anyway I got a text about an event going on at Fuel Cafe later on but more on that later. I got my shit together and went with Casual to The Roogy's new spot. I'm going to be moving in with him at the end of the month too. But more on that later too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I dig about this spot is that when you pull into the parking spot it looks all dingy-like and dodgy. Almost like the settin for one of 'em kidnapping flicks set in a European city and what-not. But then you step into the place and it's just blazing!!! Proper pulls a 180 on you.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alas, the masses had gathered on his...ahem... humble abode.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Including Cakes. But before I carry on, I had a got a text about a little something something happening at Fuel Cafe. Now generally I dont give a hoot about these things but this was a very special occasion.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I went through on a one-man mission and the joint was packed. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I had come to see off &lt;a href="http://buzzingfly.blogspot.com"&gt;Buzz&lt;/a&gt; who was looking seriously smoking! It was her final farewell thingy before going to London. Aww *sniffle*&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I mean really! Look at her, wow. She was looking amazing. Anyway it was a suprise thingy and and I had missed out on it but I still made it just in time to see her before she bounced. See? I am a nice guy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K was the mystery sms person with the hook up. I was SO fucken gone at this point.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha! Happy party people!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumped into Swizzle(on the right) and her juicy friend. What? Nothing wrong in looking right? There's something about that frizzy hair that gets me everytime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt; P-Dizzle, Grrr!, Swizzle and Suave.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People can be so forward sometimes. Especially when they're drunk. So I'm taking pics and everything and these grrrls tap me profusely asking if I'm from &lt;a href="http://www.thunda.com"&gt;Thunda&lt;/a&gt;. Now being the oppurtunist I am I said I was so I took their pics. I was going to say something really funny about them but then I decided against it. They were cool peeps. I'm sucj a softy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like they say back in Cape Town: "Nee vok my bru, jy is dik gesuip! Gee my 'n vyf rand!" HAHA, okay the five rand part doesnt come in here anywhere but it just reminds me of how coloured guys on Main Road, Claremont always, ALWAYS ask for five bucks. If not its:"Gee 'n skyf daarso bruza". Fuggen bastards.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P-Dizzle in the hizzle!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so Buzz left and I wont ever see her again...probably. *SOB* *SOB*. There she goes out the door(with her momz) and outta my life *weep* *weep*. Cheers Buzzyboo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went back to the crib...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and bumped into this femanina! Spec's femanina to be exact! I cant put my finger on it but I've seen her around somewhere. Ever had that? When you cant seem to pin-point exactly where you meet someone? It's grinding my nuts I tell you!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next thing you know she sneaks the tongue in on me. Naughty naughty!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Base was rocking some blinging ass Schwa...swarr...Swarovski(or something like that) crystals. Now that's some bling for you right there! She explained the whole history and everything to me. I've never been so intruiged and strangely jittery about talking about girly accessories while questioning my manhood.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Neyo was there too from Cape Town. But unlike others he has moved &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from Jozi and moved to Cape Town. I will soon be following his footsteps. But more on that later. Took my ass home from here on out as I was too twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Jigga What&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Jay-Z concert on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And the traffic was phocken hectic getting there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Dome. It actually looks really good at night dont you think?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H.O.V.A&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0243.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell I was excited?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we had the ordinary tickets for floor standing right. But we got the word that we could call a special number and we could get an upgrade to ze Golden Circle for a mere Fifty Bucks. 50? Hell Djeay! So we chipped in us all: Young Loy, Twiggle, The Rock and half of The Zin!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and T.O.P. Oh, and if you're looking to book Young Loy call on that number too ya'heard! Shameless marketing I know but hey.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got there just as &lt;a href="http://www.defjam.com/site/artist_home.php?artist_id=586"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/a&gt; was finishing her set. See those two brownish stick looking things under the spotlight? Those are her juicy ass thighs in some other type hotpants. Hot Damn! She is definately blazing! In a heartbeat!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man you should have seen this guy that we hustled the tickets from. We took about 2o minutes trying to find his ass then. So after our hustle we give him the dough and he proper ushers us into the Golden Circle. Through about, like, a thousand people. We made a proper people-train from the outside all the way into the centre! WHAT!!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bobby Digital was already there&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twiggle doing the damn thing. Here's another one that I cant remember. My memory is going to get me into serious trouble one of these days. Yes I'm a horrible person, I know.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0272.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just before the show started Twiggle had to get a bit of shut-eye cause the excitement was overwhelming! He was about to faint like a little bitch! HAHA! Jus playing dawg.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I move on, this is a pic from about 2 months ago. Don't you think this guy looks like Jigga? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0278.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's motherfucken right ladies and gentlemen. &lt;a href="http://www.rocafella.com/Artist.aspx?id=1&amp;avid=121&amp;amp;idj=352"&gt;Jay Motherfucken Z&lt;/a&gt;!!!! These pics are pretty self esplanatory. Except for the fact that they arent clear but it's cause me was excited and me hands were shaky. And I was jumping up and down losing my fucken mind and shit!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rock: "Dude, he's killing it!"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0288.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Ruru: "Dude, I cant beleive I'm seeing Jay-Z live!"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rock and me losing our motherfucking minds! And Pi's eye sneaking in on the pic in the back.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mandatory put your lighters and cellies in the air vibe. Looks fucken beautiful!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0297.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end? WHAT! He didnt even perform my favourite song "Lucifer"! Mara why hey JZ? Mara WHY?!?!?! It was an alright show. I'm not even going to try and compare him with the other shows I've been too. I'm just glad I saw his ass.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think everybody was there! I saw, like e'erbody. Jay too! Look at the cheesy ass schoolboy smile Twiggle's got going on. HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thirsty and tired as fuck after the show but I still managed to kepp it Gangstizarr!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0306.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the show I hooked up with this crazy mofo!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont ask me why this cat is posing with the bouncer guy. But while we are on the subject here's a little tip for all of you guys out there who frequent the Jozi nightlife. From my years I've spent in this city, the best guy to befriend at any club is the bouncer. No matter how hardcore he looks. Fo' true!!! They generally are really cool peeps. It's probably be the best advise I can give you. Well not the best but it's pretty good advise.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were leaving the joint and some guys had locked their keys in their car and Cocobusta getting his good Samaratin on. It actually worked, you know like they do in the movies. Just like that. Okay so maybe it took us about 22 mins but hey...it worked nonetheless.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we drove around and around trying to look for the happening spot and we were greeted by closed doors everywhere we went! WTF is going on in this place? So we ended up at Berlin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0313.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where this chap was in rare form. The one on the left that is.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He proper muscled his way into the shequida's sitting next to us. See him there muscling his way in? HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An next thing you know we were in there! Well played there chap.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How weird was this? The majority of these girls were form the Freestate. And not any old proper town like Bloem but places like Sasolburg and Parys. Parys?!?!?! HAHAHAH!!! I don't think I've ever met anyone from there before even though I'm from Bloemfontein myself. But it's all good, they were mighty cool chica's so I'll give them that.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0327.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jezzir! Fuck, we were dronk&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0329.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then it was home time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace and Hair Grease!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116098573538209942?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116098573538209942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116098573538209942' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116098573538209942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116098573538209942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/10/rawkus.html' title='The Rawkus'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116072461368560130</id><published>2006-10-13T08:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:06:13.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Phuck Was He Doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/Jigga%20Man01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/320/Jigga%20Man01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the fuck was he doing? Didn't his mama teach you that you don't do that to women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit] I'm having a problem uploading the clip. Fucken Blogger!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/26571142-116072461368560130?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116072461368560130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116072461368560130' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116072461368560130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116072461368560130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-phuck-was-he-doing.html' title='What the Phuck Was He Doing?'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-116038310289751305</id><published>2006-10-09T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:29:51.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What it is gangstizzars! Yeah talk about a hectically long ass weekend. Man, the fun just dont stop does it? Not that I'm complaining or anything. I've been getting sick a lot lately and I was reminiscing about the good ol days when I stayed with mom dearest so I mailed my momz about that earlier today trying to get a bit of comfort and stuff that mother's just do so easily. I mushed the whole mail up about me being all sick and stuff and her reply to my cry for help was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People your age only get ill because of your lifestyles. If you stop drinking &amp; smoking, you will save yourself a lot of money and discomfort. But do you listen? Oh! No". That was her real reply to my mail. Fo' true!!! Sheesh, but momz can be hardcore sometimes ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lemme fill you up as to what I been up to of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday 06 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stayed home all day long on Friday and didnt go through to work at all. Yeah you'd think that I would be faking it but I was really sick *wink* *wink*. So after the long ass day of doing nothing and feeling sorry for myself I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...got with this munt over here and went on our way. HAHAHA! Dope pic eh? Eh? Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We did like any warm-blooded money-saving person would do and started out at the Bowls for a few cheap ones. I'm still suprised at the rate the liquor goes for at this place. Seven bucks for a draught!?!?! WTF. I mean what is the deal? Are they making money or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As Me, Pi and Base were trying to get some tequila's, we bumped into this guy over here. I was calling him Maurice the whole night. You know, from that show Marsupalami or something like that. Cause he big like gorilla. Anyway, this chap made it a point to introduce me to a drink that goes by the name of &lt;strong&gt;John Deere&lt;/strong&gt; that I had heard about from &lt;a href="http://mushypeasontoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peas&lt;/a&gt;. Dude, that is a potent fucken concoction if I've ever seen one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Feeq had stopped by with the missus(I think) to join in. Well I dont know if that is is missus or not, cause I aint trying to get peeps in trouble if their REAL missus somehow reads this. Not that he is capapble of that kinda behaviour cause...umm...actually fuck it. Never mind. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And Headbush was in the mix too and Cakes' peaced-out dex-finger. He was showing me some picks about his trips all over the world which he had just come back from. I felt like a fat kid trapped in a compulsory gym class. Do the math.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pi, Base and the Bazooka's!!! I'm just talking shit, HAHAH!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know how when you are getting drunk or whatever, and then there is a particular point where you realise that you are actually REALLY FOOKED! Well I think this was that moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How cheesy is that smile by Casual? Like a kid at photo day.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0132.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For the first time in, like, ever, there was a DJ set up at the Bowls. Holy crap! How weird that was. It was(to my suprise) that guy who cant seem to shake off his American accent even though he's been a public figure on SAfrican TV since I was a tiny tot. Dude, it's been over ten years already, lose the fucken accent! I dont know his name but if you see him you'll know exactly who I'm talkin bout. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So get this right, as I'm walking back from the bathroom some white chick starts to flag me down with a kinda panic look in her eyes. She then immediately turns to me after whispering to her friend and asks me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you the waiter we just ordered our drinks from?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe this motherfucker?!!?! I all blacks do look alike innit? Okay so I compose myself a little bit just before knocking her head off her shoulders, look at her up and down and I say in a very nice, cordial voice:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes ma'am I am your waiter. Please give me your money as I need to go get the drinks for you. What did you order again?"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She actually asked how much and she gave it to me. As Eric Cartman would say - What A Stupid B****!!! I left with her money and never saw her again. If you're wondering, I gave the money to the kids who beg at the corner of Republic and Hans Strijdom Roads. Seriously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all look the same to you right? HAHAH! That'll teach you never to do that again wont it chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As we were leaving I bumped into these guys who were by far one of the nicest guys I is ever met. Very chilled cats who were quite funny too. They asked me why I kept taking all these pics and shit and in an act never before seen I went on about how I keep an online diary and stuff. I think I might have even given them the URL too. OMFG! I hope they forgot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of their friends. She was very cool too. Sorry guys but I forgot your names :(&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group shot!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after we went through to Keyes On The Avenue but it seemed like we had arrived a little too early...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...cause it was empty as fuck!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I did bump into my main man D-Money! Fucken long time no see buddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was going to take a while for the place to fill up we figured we'd go check out...wait for it...motherfucking Hellsville! I still really despise this place but I was really really REALLY trashed so it didn't sound like a bad idea at the time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An I'm chilling there at this place called Six and then I see this person. You wouldn't believe my suprise and shock when I see this "stranger" looking at me and saying out loud: "Suave, right?". I almost fell to the floor I was so shocked.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we chilled for a bit and got to know each other. What a cool chick. Or should I rather say woman, or person. Whatever! She is super cool!!! Thanks for the good times and the laugh &lt;a href="http://www.onalimn.com/blog"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;! You're a ball of fun!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway as we was chilling at Six I spotted this. All I can say is WOW! I've never been a fan of legs or nothin but Dang Dawg! That is prime package right thurr&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a banger! I'd really like to have deep discussions about the state of the rain forest and world affairs and what-not with her. Actually fuck that, I'd give my left testicus to stick my...erm...well...you can fill in the blanks right? LOL!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I had had it set in my mind that I was keen to go home from here on out but Coco wasnt having any of that shit. He wasnt about to waste free comps into a club and free drinks cause I was tired. No siree bob! We eventually ended up going back to Keyes and I bumped into Lesego. I grew up with this cat and he had left a coupla years ago on a scholarship to go play basketball in the States for a college out there somewhere. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's something about this pic that I really dig. I just cant put my finger on it. Ah fuck it who am I kidding? What a set of bambino's eh!?!? Shit, they are ready to just pop out of that motherfucker! Dang dawg!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sumamabitch getting all the feminine love.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bumped into friends of a friend. These girls are on their own stee's I tell ya! Maybe cause they're about to write exams is why they were getting all crazy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summertime!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0182.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms DSL in the house&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0183.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my first Joburg crush. But that was a LONG ass time ago, a coupla years it's been. But she didnt like me, nobody did...*sob* *sob* HAHA! I'm just fucking wit ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday 07 October&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0185.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didnt do much except sleep until about 3 and went to dinner with Sunshine. Hanged out with a friend afterwards and played Playstation all night. Excitement!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace and Hair Grease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-116038310289751305?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/116038310289751305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=116038310289751305' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116038310289751305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/116038310289751305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115986265060962066</id><published>2006-10-03T09:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:29:13.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacks Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you are feeling a bit sensitive about the title then rest easy because it was the name of the Comedy gig that was going down at Emperor's Palace. So get this, I figured these guys are my peeps and shit right and they'd lemme know about the gig beforehand but I actually only found out about it the day before the show happened! Can you beleive that shit! Them sonzabitches! Anyway besides that I hustled my ass off to get me tickets to the gig, which had been sold out by the time I tried to get my ass in there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/EPSN0042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the poster with 111kau(HAHA!!!), The RZA and this chick with man-legs and a big box. HAHA! Dont mind my dissing, I'd hit it in a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/EPSN0018.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I did my emergency calls all round and gathered  a crew but after a coupla of them dropped out on me because of the last minute planning, I figured that there is no reason to waste some perfectly good tickets so I rolled with Casual, Mr Black and his shorty. She's in the back there hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For guys who've stayed in Joburg for a while it was suprising that none of us knew how to get to Emperor's Palace. So we were late as fuck and to make it worse, it took us another hour to find parking. Phuck! Anyway when we got there it was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And there were girls outta the Gazoo!!! For real there were lots and lots of them! Think of this there were about a coupla thousand people and more than half were chicks! Yeah, digest that for a second...But it's not like I was looking or nothing. I have recently got myself a significant other ya'll! Whoo Hoo! It's okay, you can brush my shoulders off for me. LOL!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So the whole night I kept trying to get a good shot from the crowd of the guys on stage but it was kinda hard to do as you can see from the pic. I was laughing SO hard. I've been going to these kinda things for the last 8 years of my life and I will rank this one at about number 4 outta ALL of them. That is REALLY HIGH! So I suggest that if there is another you need to get your ass thurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At half-time(or do they call it an intermission) we bumped into Coco-busta who was hanging with the missus. Looking mad slick with the corn-rows. I've always kinda thought cornrows on guys are a bit gay but my mind has been changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mr Black and his boy. Mr Black is on the right btw and the guy on the left I dont know. Maybe I do, actually no I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another shot I tried to get but no luck. This I think was The Rock. The funniest comedian of the night if say so myself. Okay maybe 111KAU was. Okay lemme rather say everyone pulled their weight so it was a very well balanced show overall. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went backstage to holla at the cats after the show and congratulate em on the good show. The cats who were on were The Rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Dangerous Dave...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...111KAU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and The RZA. There were other guys on too but I didnt get around to seeing them cause they had bounced by the time I had got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The RZA getting some love after the show. Okay, I think I had labelled another guy as the mojo mascot in earlier posts. I think the title has officially been handed over to The RZA. I think he's called an Afrodizziac. Cause his afro will make you dizzy!! HAHA, corny I know but it's not my joke.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These chicks seriously just walked up to him and were all like "Hey, we really liked the show. Can we please get on our knees and suck you off right now? Please, Please!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA!!! I'm playing, it went nothing like that. They just wanted to take a pic with the guy. But then again, even if they did say that you know I would tell ya right? Cause we all know that what goes on tour, stays on tour! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jezzir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-115986265060962066?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/115986265060962066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=115986265060962066' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115986265060962066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115986265060962066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/10/blacks-only.html' title='Blacks Only'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115951334437809318</id><published>2006-09-29T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:44:58.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Having finished a long ass day at work I thought I'd go home and chill and have myself a coupla brewskies and go straight to sleep. But I got a kite from Pi that he was moving and needed some help with moving and what not. I went through and did the whole putting shit into boxes thing and lifting heavy shit. If there is nothing I hate more than moving it's working, especially if I dont like what I'm doing. I seriously despise that shit! FYI: I also found out that moving is the second most stressful thing to a human being. Ever! Divorce is at number one with being stuck in traffic and arguing with spouses right behind.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Just a little info for you to talk about at high tea. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway as an incentive for helping with the move he asked me to roll with him to a movie premiere last night out in Hyde Park at the Nu Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/EPSN0017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To some movie called Reeker. I was under the impression it was a South African horror flick but I was to learn that it's an American horror flick with South African actors. Or something like that. Hey, as long as it's got the SA stamp on it I'll support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/EPSN0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, as usual there was the snacks and drinks and shit which are pretty standard at these kinda gigs. Highlight of them all though were the salmon samies. Mmmm...salmon...*droool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again, I still dont see the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bumped into The Rock and The Zin too who came to check it out too. It's the first time I've actually seen him smile in a pic. For a guy like him you'd think he'd smile more often. Umm actually on second thought, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then next thing you know this chick comes outta the blue with this camera guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and asked the Rock to do a plug for a show called Famous. I think it went something like: "Hi I'm The Rock, and when I'm not rocking the mic or making plans to take over the world, I watch Famous on..." HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the opening credits of &lt;strong&gt;Pinky And The Brain&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"So what are we going to do tonight Brain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Same thing we do every night Pinky. Try to take over the world!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I loved that cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good little fruity thingy's too. Unfortunately I cant give you a review on the flick cause I didnt even stay around to watch it. Yeah I know what you thinking "You blacks are all the same innit". Well I say"If it's free and it's for me, I'll take three!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to the guys asking me if I was keen on going to Cappelo's for a birthday smash. I'll pass. But it is Friday(and payday) so I'll redeem me self good and proper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-115951334437809318?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/115951334437809318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=115951334437809318' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115951334437809318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115951334437809318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/09/reeker.html' title='Reeker'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115926346625655385</id><published>2006-09-26T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:15:38.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday 23 September 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Saturday me and my friends decided to actually go through to the Mind Your Head thing out in town, despite the confusion in my previous post about a particular gig that was happening I found out that its actually a place where things happen on a regular basis as opposed to a one time thing. Go figure. Anyway now that that's over with, let's get on with the post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So probably a lot of us out there were doing this on Saturday. Okay maybe not at Ten in the morning but daytime none-the-less. I was all like: "Hey there big fella, you a bit cold. Lemme hold you nice and tight and warm you up a bit" obviously in my head of course. HAHA!!! Let's hear it for morning drinking. Whoo Hoo! And dont give me that look, you know you've done it before.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0347.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah buddy, what took you so long? Shit, we been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Notice, if you will,the level of green there is outside my balcony window. I swear you would think you were out in the tropics or someshit when you look out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0353.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is what I fucken love about the summer! Motherphucken sun, fun and beer. Oh and of course there are the bitches...oops I'm sorry, I mean ladies. (Sorry ladies, just a slip there. Pwomise it wont happen again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0351.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sam Sneed cold-lamping and chilling hard! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I got to the crib on Friday and these cats had taken all the shit from the studio...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and set it up at the crib. That's right baby, beat making right at your finger tips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0350.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Casual T. I'll tell you right here and now, this is the best MC in Joburg. Hands Motherfuckin Down! Forget all those cats you see one TV and hear on the radio, they aint got shit on Casual. That's right, I said it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0358.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Doing the business before we headed out to this joint out in town. Somewhere. Out There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0376.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we rolling around and shit trying to find this place and we kinda had no luck at all. I think this is when we were somewhere in Hillbrow. You know for all the slack that Hillbrow gets, I think it would be a great place to take photos what with all the nice architecture and what not there. Not that I'm willing to try it anytime soon, well not at night at least. Yeah, call me a woosy but let's see you hang out there anytime after nine and not drop a nugget in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just figured it out!!!! This is why the name the place Mind your head. OH-HOH!!! Cause you literally have to mind your head when you get there and go inside. Yes, blonde moment I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0382.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;People doing the damn thing. It's kinduva cool joint to hang out at to be honest. But it kinda reminds me of the underground days back in Cape Town. Lots and LOTS of dreadlocks to go around! Like a fucken Dread Fest. I'm just saying.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Strike a pose! What is this 1970's and are you guys on the cover of Drum magazine or what? HAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0381.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp; Casual. I still dont see the resemblance.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; DJ What-What. HAHA, I'm lying his name isnt DJ What-What but I think I heard that as a DJ name before. How fucken corny is that shit!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0389.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What-wizzle in the hizzle! Strike a pose sohn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So the band that was playing that night was I think &lt;strong&gt;Dr Bardelli&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Breeze got the proceedings in order but that was before...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0386.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...could put the mic on. Tsk Tsk Tsk...amatuers. HAHAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0383.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Liv-Luv, Sneed &amp; Casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bodacious Booty! I've realised that I have to get at least one of these shots every night just to make it an entire evening. I'm not a pervert or anything, I just really like booties. Especially really juicy ones like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0394.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Doctor... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0395.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Ms Doo-Woop...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the Bardelli's, well one of the Bardelli's at least. Quite an entertaining band. I think any live performance is great actually, its just that much better! Even if the band is shit, it'll still sound better live than on wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chinchillering in the cutters. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ms Chapman looking all Budda and shit. Or is it Arabian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See...muchos dreadlocks. And I'm stuck right between the shit. Phuck this, I've decided I hang out with too many nigga's. It's like a fucken Dude Factory or somin'. This shit must change. Bring on the chicas! Decided to go home from here on out and catch some well deserved Z's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-115926346625655385?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/115926346625655385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=115926346625655385' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115926346625655385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115926346625655385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/09/mind-your-head.html' title='Mind Your Head'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115892523533753563</id><published>2006-09-22T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:05:05.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/1600/mrt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/mrt.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...who aint gona be at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jhblive.co.za/live/events_view.jsp?event_id=64028"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind Your Head &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;over the weekend. Dont say I didn't tell ya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Update:] Okay apparently I've got my wires crossed and I'm and entire WEEK behind so please disregard the above information. Phuck, and I was so in the mood for a good party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alas, it is Spring Time so my advise is: Get paid and get laid. If not then put on your shades and smoke on some A-grade while sipping on Vodka and Lemonade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Word is bond!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-115892523533753563?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/115892523533753563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=115892523533753563' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115892523533753563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115892523533753563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-shenanigans.html' title='Weekend Shenanigans'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115830430532065468</id><published>2006-09-15T08:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:10:13.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Madness Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 September 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So a week ago I had decided to go and hang out with one of my favourite people in the blogosphere, the one and only &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzzingfly.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buzzin'Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Yeah I know this post is about a week late and she has already posted it up but so what. That's how I roll in this bitch! But it's weird how the whole blogging thing has cemented some relationships with some genuinly good poeple who I probably would have never met otherwise. And here I was all scared and shit that some hectic should would happen if I posted my pic on the interweb but look where it led me. Guess I mustnt speak too soon. Anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0419.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;...before I went through to check out Buzz, I figured I'd start out at the good ol' Bowling club to knock back a coupla cold ones. Got there and bumped into JVZ who was hanging with his boys and girls and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0425.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;After having knocked a few one we were nicely inebriated. Notice if you will that I'm wearing a tie and a shirt. WTF!!! I have no idea but I was feeling like a bit of a change from the normal. I'd do it again too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Time flies when you getting pissed doesnt it? Eventually we were getting kicked out cause we had been around a bit too long. So we sneaked out a beer or two out and headed in the direction of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...Fuel Cafe. Whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0432.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After sifting through the masses I eventually got her. And there is she is ladies and gentlemen. The lovely BuzzyBoo! She's on her way outta SAfrica soon so I guess this was kinda her farewell(for me at least) and also twaz her friends birthday. This chica is crazy I tell ya, and cool too. CrazySexyCool like TLC. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0434.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the Twigglemeister strike a pose sohn! Ya heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Karaboh was in the house too with this guy. Sorry chap I forgot your name. So they had all come from the Mattafix concert and were all feeling rather randy and jovial with themselves. At least from what I could tell. Next thing I look over and B has this look in her eye, like she's about to do a little somefing-somefing. Could she be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is! She planted a big wet one on her. Uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And The Karaboh planted one right back onto her. Girl on Girl action. That's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know how's me do. Keepin it Gangstarr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I seriously need to quit these motherphuckers. But everytime I try to leave they just keep pulling me back in. I should have just said no to that hippie kid in Std 6 who offered me my first one. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now if that aint a dope pose then I dont what is. Holding it down I tell ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we chilling and shit and shooting the shit and B's going on about the Mattafix guys and all that and next thing you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...this motherpucker pulls the most ugly ass looking face I is ever seen. Daaaaang Dawg, that's fucken nasty! Now he done strated some shit. For those of you who dont remember about the &lt;a href="http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/07/wtf-face-off.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF Face Off &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then do yourself a favour and go catch up on the story of how this all started. Seriously, go do it now or else you'll have no idea what the rest of the story is about. Done? Cool, let's continue. Okay now Twiggle decides to... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... pull out the face upon me and think I dont have the swift comeback moves. HAHA! Nice try there chappy but lemme tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...you aint got nothing on this! Yeah, I come from the old-school BOY so you can't fuck wit my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some one else decided to join the shenanigans and I pulled out the face with the quickness and shit! Wha-Pow! But I gotta give it to her though, she had the ill comeback with the WTF face. One of the best I've seen so far. Been practising eh Buzz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She tryed to bring it back but...erm...yah. Well I shall say no more. Five for effort though. And zero for extra support. Boo! You cant have help, besides the guy's got the pout pose going down right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after a coupla Teh-Kill-Hers I decided to be outty cause if I stayed any longer this girl was gona put my liver in a coma. Enjoy England Buzz, you'll be missed that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26571142-115830430532065468?l=fluffydice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/feeds/115830430532065468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26571142&amp;postID=115830430532065468' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115830430532065468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26571142/posts/default/115830430532065468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffydice.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-madness-begin.html' title='Let The Madness Begin'/><author><name>Suavé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17968960967201565075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZwhnHInvgA/S1Xb7OgSg9I/AAAAAAAABws/B9FoThgI_Kg/S220/DSC_5364.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26571142.post-115798568196683826</id><published>2006-09-11T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:39:00.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bungee Jumping In Krugersdorp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 02, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Once again its on. Like I had told ya'll I've proper been getting up to some shit over the last coupla weeks. And I guess from the title it's pretty obvious that me and my people had gone bungee jumping a coupla weeks ago. HOLY CRIZZAP!!!!! What an experience. That shit was so cool but terrifying at the same time, I recommend that all people who can stomach heights try it out. Seriously, I'm not trying to sell the place. Definately worth it. If you dont have the guts, then just go anyway and check other people jump. It's dope, besides how many people can say that they've seen that shit straight up huh? Anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0337.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...so we rolled through like about Ten-Deep to this spot called &lt;a href="http://www.livingontheedge.co.za/"&gt;Bungee Mogale&lt;/a&gt; out in Krugersdorp where the bridge was at. Liv-Luv and JVZ in the heezy. Looking rather jovial for the moment but it wont last long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0338.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Now I got me some Seagrams Gin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybodies got their cups but they aint chipped in" - Snoop Dogg(&lt;em&gt;Gin 'n Juice&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup, you know how we blacks is. We dont go anywhere without our trusty Gin and Juice. But in case you were wondering, nobody was drinking and driving though. We responsible like that see? Good role models for the youth...HAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0340.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Neyo getting her drink on. She came to just watch cause it was just too much for her. She was talking mad smack all over the place beforehand but she eventually didnt end up jumping for shit. Can someone smell that? I think it's chicken. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0339.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Luvivy and Liv-Luv. Confusing innit? Yeah I know, it confuses me too. I dont know what the frig is goings on here though, so dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0341.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So check it out, Geezy wanted to take a schwazz and couldnt hold it no more after the hour drive. So as soon as he gets outta the car he proceeds to take one right there in front of the ride or else risk staining his pants with the golden liquid. While he's doing this he looks to the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0342.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and notices an old lady with her grand kids in the car in full view of all his manhood. HAHAHAHA! I couldnt get a good pic of her but I'm pretty sure you can imagine the horror in her eyes after seeing the long schlong. At least I think it's long. I wouldnt know. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0344.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway we made our way down the long trail to get to the spot where the jump was taking place. Can you tell who's already shitting himself? HAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0345.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Neyo just looking on in amazment of what we was all about to do. Looking back though, it's a pity that she didn't jump though. Ah well...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Striking the pose. If you look behind them you'll notice the valley is starting to show it's ugly head? Yeah we were getting closer and closer to death. Phuck my heart is palpitating again just writing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XTREEMMMEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We walk a little bit more and then there it was!!! Holy crap! Okay I guess you dont get a good view of the jump from this pic here so...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0354.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...lemme show you what we dealing with. &lt;strong&gt;"Holy Hair-Folickles Doctor Spark! We're going to do what?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Twiggle was proper shitting in his pants. I think he was the only one who showed any fear facially. Others of us... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...like my main man here JVZ, were hard like Blue Steel. See he cracks a smile to hide the fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and other's bite their hand like little sissy men. HAHAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So when we rocked up, Lampard was already getting himself strapped up for the jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...looking rather relaxed about the whole thing. He was (luckily) the first guy to do the jump. If we had arrived on time then I was the first to go. Thanks goodness for African Timing. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's him doing the walk of death. Pity I didnt get any pics of him doing the dive though cause I was too busy thinking out my will in case anything happened.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Disclaimer. I dont think anyone actually read this thing at all except that they weren't liable for any damage to the jumpers. Great. Although, I do remember when reading the release form that one is not allowed to attempt a jump under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Well I guess that counts...erm..ALL of us out! HAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So somehow I got nominated to be the first to jump after Lampard, I figured phuck it let's get this shit over and done with. So this is me getting weighed in. Lightweight ne? Yeah I'm about a fifty on torso and twenty five in the gentitalia. HAHAHA! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is me about to do the walk of death right here. Can you tell that I'm shitting myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No you can't cause I'm hard as fucken nails!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a view, you can only imagine what the rest of the valley looks like. If not then lemme tell you, IT"S DEEP. Like a black man's pockets! This is the bungee guys tatto. Yeah you saw right, it's a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm so tall I couldn't even fit under the preparation pole correclty. Not that it matters though. Only thing that was running through my mind was what if I'm so tall I go down a little too much and dip my head in the water at the bottom. Or even worse, crack my head on a rock or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay now I'm REALLY shitting myself.&lt;br /&gt;So these guys all go on and on about the safety of this and the process of that while getting you strapped up, but all I could hear was Wang-Wha-Wang-Wha-Wang-Whaaaa. You know like Charlie Brown's teacher in Snoopy? Just like that. All I could think of was the certain death waiting for me below if the cable I was using was to snap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...but eventualy I pretty much just put my arms up and did it!. PHUUUUUUUUCK!!! The most hectic twenty seconds of my phucken life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While I was doing my trek back up to the top after the jump, Liv-Luv was getting strapped up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0372.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you could tell that he has the nerves of steel on her dont ya think? Look at the amount of focus in the eyes there. Pure concentration I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liv-Luv did her jump and then JVZ also got strapped up to do his jump. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jeez bra, what's with the big schnozzen over there buddy?? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell that he's shitting himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No you cant cause he's...&lt;strong&gt;XTREMME!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Check him dangling like a piece of linguini...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...and proper passing out too at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I came back and I proper felt like I was on top of the world! For real! Man what a awesome rush!!! Anybody down to come with me next time I go? Seriously, I'm looking for people to go again with. You won't regret it I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then it was Twiggle's turn. HAHAHA! Look at him! I gotta give him credit though. After all the wussy acting he actually pulled it through and didnt back down. Unlike other's we know about **AHEM**. We shall mention no names.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh this cat who was strapping us up was one of the funniest cats ever. With some unexpected dry humuor. We'd ask him shit like so how many people have died doing this shit? And he'd be like "Oh I dont know, this is my first day, so I hope I do it right." Or I'd ask how secure the shit is and he'd be like" Well, let's hope it's tight enough, cause you a skinny guy and you might just slip through." Funnily enough it made me more comfortable about the jump too. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my favouite pic of the whole day. It's almost like he's about to go to jail and this is his last look at society. Or he's about to be sent to the chair. HAHAHAHA! I couldnt stop canning myself . But seriously take a long long at his face. He's fucken scared! Take your own advise and pull yourself towards yourself!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh and this also, cause they ask him to lift the hands when he's ready but he couldnt even muster up the energy to lift them cause he was so scared! The guy had to hold his hands up so that he could do it right. Eventually he didn't even do a swan dive like the rest of us, he just hopped off the ramp like he was jumping into a pothole or something. Wussy! HAHAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he did it eventually though. Noice one dude, even after acting like a little wussy man you pulled through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So as you jump all the blood in your head just rushes to your head so fast while you upside-down it's almost like your eye's are going to pop outta your head. Check how red my eyes is. They were sore for a day after the jump still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1389/2782/400/EPSN0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And check JVZ's too! But besides all that shit, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. 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