As stated in the Morning Commute No.1 blog, these morning commute sections will not be very regular, unless I happen to hear something on the radio on the way to work that simply makes me laugh, or initiates some heavy thought. Generally speaking I listen to the radio in the morning, however, periodically I'll find some new music, or some music created by artists I know, and then pop in a CD in the morning and blare my new found music as loud as I can for a few days/weeks making sure I keep in touch with my deeply embedded, yet cherished, inna-nigga.
So with that stated, and without further doo doo..
1. I was listening again to a station here in San Diego that has this strange segment where they call a person who apparently went on a date with a person who has called into the radio station. The deal is that the person who calls into the station is wondering why the person with whom they went on a date, for some reason, has not called them back. LET me step out of the story for a moment and say that I listen to this segment for the same prurient reasons people watch shows like Jerry Springer, or that messed up show on MTV where they show people hurting themselves doing extreme sports like riding rails on a skateboard, or jumping rooftops on bikes -and not making the jump, or finding the rail embedded into their, now broken, faces-. I hate to say it but its a sickening curiosity. Why you ask? Well, I hope, most people who have ever been on more than one date, should understand that when a person doesnt call, chances are the person does not want to speak with you or see you and that should be enough information. I listen to this show because I'm floored that guys and girls want to know, WHY.
WHY?
WHY?... Naturally there have been more female callers than male. Go figure.
So, today, a chick called in to find out why a guy hasnt called her back after having, what she felt, was a great date. Apparently the date was so nice, it ended in extended conversation in the guy's car before she got out of the car and went into her place.
No sex on this date. [just thought I'd mention that because the callers are pretty good about letting you know if they "did the nasty".]
So, the DJ calls the guy and the segment begins. The DJ reminded the guy about the date, asked the guy why he hasnt called the girl back, and the game is afoot.
In this particular case, the guy said that he really though the chick was cool, but there was something that happened post date, that had nothing to do with her personality (we will get back to "her personality" later). Now, to let you know, generally by the time the "did not call back" person finishes their portion of why they didnt call back, the other "did not get called back" person is screaming things like; "you punk ass bitch cheating lying no good mutha fucking piece of shit".
This time the "did not get called back" chick was quiet, very quiet. I thought she was quiet because the guy continuously kept saying "dont get me wrong, she's a really nice very cool girl, and we had a great time, and the conversation in the car was really fun and awesome. Its just that after the date, something happened and I just couldnt bring myself to call her back".
So I'm thinking, WHAT?? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. -and trust me at this point a little part of me is holding a gun to its head upset that I even care-
The DJ does his job and gets the guy to elaborate. The guy explains that he went home from the date that night, went to sleep, got up in the morning to go to work and noticed a really disgusting STAIN on the passenger seat. EWWWWWWWWW, right? The guy said it took him roughly 1000 bucks to get the stain removed and that the stain, it turns out, was BLOOD. [INSERT SOUNDS OF DISGUST HERE].
Thats when, finally, the "why didnt you call me back" girl spoke up [nasty bitch should have just hung up the phone].
-lets just say she was embarrassed, everyone else was grossed out, and as far as I'm concerned the dude made the right call because though she may have had a nice "personality", -personally tha bitch is nasty.
Listen, when they dont call you back, move the fuck on and dont worry about WHY, because the WHY will never be "I didnt call you back because you make me suicidal, suicidal when you say its over.. your way too beautiful. . gurlllll"
2. Rumor has it Kobe Bryant is getting divorced from Vanessa. Two different radio stations and one webpage is reporting that Kobe and Vanessa are breaking up. I called this marriage as having a less than 10 year lifespan when it started (Kobe was WAY too young, Vanessa was just graduating from high school, AND everyone in Kobe's camp was against it (the marriage was the spike that wedged between Kobe and his dad for a while). Naturally Vanessa's camp was cheering her on from the JUMP). The Professor gave Kobe a shot. I can recall at least one of his phrases was "Kobe might be able to do this, he's different, he might make this work".
NOPE.
After Kobe's Coloradoscapade, I figured Vanessa to hold on for a few years (for face, for public support) before starting down divorce road. After Colorado the Professor and I gave the marriage over under lines of 5-7 more years before the fall. In the end, we called it.
She held on after he admitted to adultery. She held on after a rape trial. Most people, currently outside of LA., HATE Kobe, so anything she does from rape-point forward makes her very sympathetic.
Kobe DIDNT have a prenup (I can recall him TELLING the media that).
So, you get a BAD high school hispanic hoochie video girl tramp, with a mom who has a little reputation in the "marry to get rich category", and a straight from high school young ball player who rebels against family and friends to get married WITHOUT a prenup So unless you are really crazy, or maybe just really hopeful, if you dont smell the gold digger, your nose is broken.
SO, there is a NEW single mom in LA who qualifies instantly as THE MILF in the Wood for sure.
Oh, and she' s due HALF of Kobe's cash up to date, and will surely get a serious amount of child support. [easily 100 million dollars)
I aint saying she's a gold digga..
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