Sea, I watched As my youth was charted Like a highway route Crossing all major neighborhoods Pit stopping for the subterranean In the hopes of discovering The truth behind "What's tough enough?"
As a child I was told, Man up! To me, that was tough. Displaying masculinity with the 'cuffs Shooting the five without the interrupts Except that became my familiar route To evaluate the measure of the toughness in my youth
But, Not tough enough is what Got my mother cussed When or if she protested Successfully
Got Ronnie Barnes killed And big Ron's front teeth knocked out After he was put into a sleeper hold
Tough enough Got brothers snuffed for playing tough Got sisters pushed for not being pushovers Got friends locked up for protesting causes Got neighborhoods removed Then moved to somewhere else A place some people call -- A better neighborhood
Tough enough Got babies wanting to be grown before they grow. Got men receding growth cause they can't envision the view.
Tough enough Taught genders to switch roles And, then disregard the meanings of such. Removed the hearts of fathers Causing them to forget to say I love you In the morning afternoon or evening
This is the last pair of Jordan VII's to be retro'd in the OG colorway. MJ debuted these in the 1992 NBA Allstar Game (Magic's return with the "bubble") and he also wore these in the JAM video with the original MJ (RIP). I think the shoes speak for themselves...and they are screaming, "SWAG!!!" These will be re-released in April '11 (I already got mine).
Maddalena Di Gregorio, Canadian of Italian descent, was raised in Montreal, Vancouver and Toronto. Maddalena ’s artistic research has led her to experiment with different mediums producing works that range from photography, to sculpture and multimedia installations. Using traditional techniques, new technology, experimenting with new shapes and materials.
I was on one of my favorite sites and stumble upon this very informative blog...Treps and Lady Treps, I present to you:
Confessions of a College Callgirl: Blowjob Tutorial
Since I began brazenly declaring myself the Michael Jordan of blowjobs on this website, many people have written to me asking for advice on how to give a great blowjob. There are a lot of reasons I haven’t done so. First of all, my style is pretty instinctual. I don’t really go out of my way to try to be good at giving head, I just always have been. For all I know the stuff I’m consciously doing is less important than something I’m unconsciously doing. Besides which, I’m pretty sure if I tried to analyze the sloppy-mouthed voodoo I perform when I give oral sex, it would look something like this: