Feels like I'm forgetting something...

Ayy yo,

Bet you didn't think you'd hear from me today did ya?  Well don't trip. sistas, just know that I'm like that something special in your nightstand drawer - I may not be visible right at the moment but when you need me I'll be there.  And for you fellas, ya know I'm good for that black handshake when I see ya in the streets. 

So what's been happening with you good folks while I've been away "incognegro-like" and such?  Yeah I feel ya that the board has been pretty dead and buried but that's your fault really.  It's like life - it's what you make it and if you make it dead then rest in peace, Yo.  Word. 

I've been peepin' the news and what not during my self-imposed exile and on occasion I'd come across some pretty interesting things.  Ya know, like that American woman who sent her Russian-born adopted son back to his homeland with nothing but a note and a bag of cookies. 

Oh how sad. 

Sheeeeeeee-it.  That boy suffered from all sorts of medical issues related to his mom drinking vodka like tap water up into her 8th month of carrying him and his lack of some good ol' fashioned butt whoopins' and well placed booger-hooks to the grill.  That little Ivan was terrible!  Even DYFS supported that move.

Also, I caught the story about the little retarded girl who obviously watched one too many Disney movies where the friggin animals talk, laugh, and dance and she fell asleep on the bank of an alligator infested swamp singing "Hakuna Matata."  See the thing that got me on that one was that they didn't tell you that she was "special" until a few days into the dayum search.    That type of search and rescue would've never happened in the hood.  For real.  If Lou-Nella's retarded son, Crazy Bunchie, would've wandered off like that little girl did, then the whole hood would've known to just wait and follow the trail of sugar cookie wrappers and empty Welch's grape soda cans until they found him holed up in an abandoned building asleep on a dirty floor lying next to stinkin' Billy the Wino and Tricia the Crackhead.

But I digress...

Wassup, BAF.  Holla atcha boy.

   Wassup?  Absolutely nothing! 

I sure hope that the United Strippers' College Fund provides equal opportunity for male strippers working to provide female entertainment, thereby improving the fantasy lives of women everywhere.  Please note that I am available to assist these male students with "homework" on a regular basis.   

 You so skan-less, but I dig that about you, Yo.  Don't change. 

Yeah I figured that BAF was still trying to get it's sea legs after the big SHARE Button-gate of 2010!  Hopefully, that's all over though but if not... oh well.

Hey Double_Ayy what's up? I ain't scared of no share button I need the support of OH from time to time to keep me on track with this struggle........ oh I mean "journey"

I like to be informed, but the news is so depressing that I can'****ch it every night.  On that young man from Russia at least his adoptive mom gave him some cookies as a snack cause the airlines don't want to feed us nothing no mo.

Don't be a stranger Dude

  LMBO!  I know that's right.  Those airlines don't even want to throw a small bag of peanuts at ya azz for less than $7 a pop these days.

I'm telling you, if it wasn't for that pesky turbulence wreaking havoc on us in the not so friendly skies and the those high-azz potential insurance claims due to injury, SouthWest would rather have us standing (not sitting) and strap-hangin to ride their planes like they do on the NYC subway. 

"empty Welch's grape soda "

You're a mess!!

And that will be grape drink

Wassup Vida.  Still over here buggin' off of that video link from back in the day.  That was some straight-up "comedy" right there.  LOL

What up Ayy?  Good to see yo face

in da place!     er ... well almost!!!!!!   .