Comments on: Houston, Part II http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/03/14/houston-part-ii/ The takeover. The break's over. Sat, 22 Nov 2008 05:58:23 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: ChapsMom http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/03/14/houston-part-ii/#comment-423 ChapsMom Wed, 16 Mar 2005 08:15:27 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=81#comment-423 Well, it choked me up to see the 5 foot mouth grow into such a hottie! Since you're still around, call Frank tomorrow morning and have him take you to lunch. He's in the Medical Center which is closer to OST than Sealy and has better food! Loved seeing my hoodrat! PS- You want Allie's number? Well, it choked me up to see the 5 foot mouth grow into such a hottie! Since you’re still around, call Frank tomorrow morning and have him take you to lunch. He’s in the Medical Center which is closer to OST than Sealy and has better food! Loved seeing my hoodrat! PS- You want Allie’s number?

]]> By: Kirk http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/03/14/houston-part-ii/#comment-422 Kirk Wed, 16 Mar 2005 04:43:07 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=81#comment-422 I've been to places with dirt floors before. Unfortunately, it also meant there was usually a lot of pick-em-up trucks, cheap beer, and chewin' tobacky. The women weren't even a plus, because the Costco-sized pouch of Red Man was usually theirs. Dress code or not, if no one is checking for heat, it has to be a bad place to be. Also begs the question of who was telling you such good things about the place to begin with? I’ve been to places with dirt floors before. Unfortunately, it also meant there was usually a lot of pick-em-up trucks, cheap beer, and chewin’ tobacky. The women weren’t even a plus, because the Costco-sized pouch of Red Man was usually theirs.

Dress code or not, if no one is checking for heat, it has to be a bad place to be. Also begs the question of who was telling you such good things about the place to begin with?

]]> By: Solomeen http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2005/03/14/houston-part-ii/#comment-421 Solomeen Wed, 16 Mar 2005 04:07:21 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=81#comment-421 Being sick when you need to be making rounds is a b---h! At least you've got some days to get well and get back in the mix. Ah, yes -- da club. I remember this one joint back in the day -- a true hole in da wall joint. It was in a big field -- the club for "us" on the right and the club for the "otha man" on the left. This place had a DIRT floor and only one way in -- and out. I'm in there with my "grown man on" (I'm a dress code cat and I was used to at least that -- and, no, I'm not fooling around with a place where the dress code is whatever you're wearing.) and folks were up in there with jeans and sneakers. If it had been a few years later, I'm sure it would've been jerseys and white-T's up in there. And why, may you ask, was I there? Women. Met this earth at the mall (she was hot ta def!!!) and she told me this place was where her crew was headed that evening. Having never been to the place, I copped the directions. Took about a half a tank of gas to get out to this spot. Not only was my life in danger -- ol' girl was actin' like she didn't know me! Needless to say, I never went back and I never spoke to or saw ol' girl again -- and I'm OK with that. then there was the time I was standing in a club parking lot in Columbia, S.C., and some fool started lettin' off--but that's another story for another time. I ain't Fiddy and I ain't bulletproof. Fo real. That's life--you(hopefully)live and you learn. Being sick when you need to be making rounds is a b—h! At least you’ve got some days to get well and get back in the mix.

Ah, yes — da club. I remember this one joint back in the day — a true hole in da wall joint. It was in a big field — the club for “us” on the right and the club for the “otha man” on the left. This place had a DIRT floor and only one way in — and out. I’m in there with my “grown man on” (I’m a dress code cat and I was used to at least that — and, no, I’m not fooling around with a place where the dress code is whatever you’re wearing.) and folks were up in there with jeans and sneakers. If it had been a few years later, I’m sure it would’ve been jerseys and white-T’s up in there. And why, may you ask, was I there? Women. Met this earth at the mall (she was hot ta def!!!) and she told me this place was where her crew was headed that evening. Having never been to the place, I copped the directions. Took about a half a tank of gas to get out to this spot.

Not only was my life in danger — ol’ girl was actin’ like she didn’t know me! Needless to say, I never went back and I never spoke to or saw ol’ girl again — and I’m OK with that.

then there was the time I was standing in a club parking lot in Columbia, S.C., and some fool started lettin’ off–but that’s another story for another time. I ain’t Fiddy and I ain’t bulletproof. Fo real.

That’s life–you(hopefully)live and you learn.

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