Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises Presents…Panama’s Propositions

…Panama!

*said to the tune of Juelz Santana of Dip Set and Pink lore’s overbearly loud but ridiculously hot joint from last year “S.A.N.T.A.N.A.”*

I took a break of sorts noted by the sporadicity (that could be a word, but I’m sure it ain’t) of my postatiousness. You know I just realized, I’m letting you know this like you give a shit. Truthfully, most folks come thru blogs and are like, hmm, new post.

Read.

No new post.

Peace.

I wonder how many folks actually sit around and wonder what happened to blogger’s that just ain’t blogging. Does anybody really care? I think I care for a good day, maybe, then I’m over it. Unless I’m really feeling your blog in which case I keep coming back hoping you haven’t pulled a Michael Jackson on me and became “Gone Too Soon.”

Okay, that was lame. But I’m sexxier than you…you’ll deal.

[***DISCLAIMER: You know, over the past few months, I've informed the masses how sexxy I am. It's been called into question a few times but truth be told...I AM sexxier than you. Deal with the shit. Really, kick off your shoes, turn on TV, and suck that shit up. If you are unable to suck it up, then go die. Fuck that, just perish...Panama says JUST PERISH.***]

Like we always do about this time.

Hmm…something else. A few entries back, some cat said I didn’t have that same punch that I used to have. Not in those exact words I’m just too lazy to go back and actually pull the comment. You know what, you were right dog. I’m gonna get back to my old self but you know what the problem WAS??

Niggas were acting right. Aside from the standard dumb shit that occurs when you walk in your neighborhood, for the most part folks been behaving…

…fortunately, that never lasts long, and with it being warm outside, my spirits have been dampened with some of the gotdamn just WRONG I’ve seen thru the mean streets of DC and PG County, Maryland. On a random note, PG County, Maryland, has seen a 50% increase in homicides from this same point last year. Not coincidentally, the police/ambulance/firetruck presence in my neighborhood has seemed to be on a steep incline in the past two weeks. Rev up the tracks, bitches, cuz I just got a new boost of rap credibility.

(This has been some random shit.)

Hmm…oh yes. How can I forget to do this. My homie from California, the infamous C-Breezy calls me on Saturday evening to tell me that she is in the same lobby as Christina Milian. She also informs me that she has no camera nor will she go and give Christina Milian my phone number. I’m telling you, one phone call and she’d be got. So…since I love my friends I have to do this:

I’d like to send and extra special fuck you out to C-Breezy for not coming thru for me when I needed it most. I ain’t ask you for a kidney, I just merely asked you to walk over to a semi-famous (cuz really nobody cares that much about her) person, tell her you have a crazy friend who’d drink her bathwater as long as there was some Nestle Quik in there…I prefer strawberry…and give her my phone number and talk me up a little bit.

That’s all.

But did you do it. Nope.

Fuck you.

(This is just waaaaaay to random.)

Last but not least…it’s time to get ready for The Takeover: THROWDOWN IN BLOGTOWN.

One mo’ ‘gain…its shaking down on May 20th, in the year of YO MAMA, 2005, from 630-until at the Left Bank (2424 18th Street, NW) in Adams Morgan. This spot was conveniently chosen to ensure that if we felt like moving the party into the streets or into somewhere else…WE CAN!!!
So come one come all in the DC/MD/VA/Baltimore area cuz we gonna get it up.

Date: Friday, May 20, 2005
Time: 630 (though we know you all won’t be there til at the earliest 7pm) until you can get home safely or just decided to ride out…
Place: Left Bank in Adams Morgan (2424 18th Street, NW)

Lest us not forget that I’m Panama Muhfuckin’ and a party ain’t a party ’til I run thru it!!!

And the clouds parted…

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