if you didn’t know, for a little while back in the day, tupac shakur and jada pinkett were a thing, probably still a bad boy but when he was removed enough from the streets to be human. see, the thing with Pac’s physique and the vicious sissy obsession with it was… you kinda had to be blessed with it. it could be improved certainly, and conversely if you weren’t born with the “angel pecs” with diligent hours put in you could develop your natural set into something similar, but these don’t require much effort to fulfill their only real purposes if your not an athlete, which is to inspire envy in males and lust in females. if you were lazy and active and did a few push ups every now and then with these… that’s it, I’m worked out. the crazy thing is that if you wanted to take that red pill and descend down the rabbit hole of macros and eating when you didn’t want to eat and working out like a maniac… if your nutrition and workout were right and the lady of the crystal lake wets your desperate skin… demigod. still, why spoil the lightweight, this is not way worse than a dildo, action that dude probably has going on now? Especially if your vibes are right. I get that b.s. on facebook and i’m ugly as hell. what do you mean I “hit different?” this man is a Louis Vuitton model. if you doubt me on this look at Pac’s arms in “I get around” before he got turned around and turnt out. thug life, yeah right. sorry for being a jerk but i seriously doubt your man Pac did much boxing around the way. so i’m playing my hater role, as you do, and i see Jaden pumped up… more like pimped up but that’s neither here nor there and the pervert in me… with his parents and their romantic quagmire of partner sharing, see a definite potential Oedipus situation developing here. a quick one sentence definition from wikipedia for those of you who’ve never heard of the play, the explanation goes like this. Oedipus Rex is an Athenian tragedy by Sophocles, one of his three Theban plays. To make a long story short, Oedipus has a sexual affair with his mother, falls in love with her, and kills his father out of crazed, emotion fueled lust, they even have psychological designations based on the play. the male version is referred to as an oedipus complex and the female version is referred to as an electra complex. now willow doesn’t seem like the type… but if you went to a decent liberal arts college, you overstand that these psychological constructs are basically just a study of incest and the emotional dynamic of it, but i guess the “fresh prince” is next on the hip hop hit list. off tangent. when a young woman’s father dotes on her and begins a sexually abusive relationship with her, it’s referred to as an Electra complex, and what usually happens in that case, women being the more sentimental, less physical of the sexes, mostly intelligent women as opposed to the “coon collective” who in most cases just kicks them out of the friggin’ house, especially if they love their daughters… still can’t help but try to ruin their lives to satiate the stinging of their feelings of betrayal and communicate them to their reckless, emotionless mates. a little more pontificating about metaphysics and observing freely as opposed to chasing meaningless sheepskins without a purpose… in mass effect 2 there is a telepathic female race called the asaris which is hyperintelligent and hypersexualized and become more so the more frequently they reproduce. they are capable of true pan sexuality and can produce offspring with any race in their immediate planetary vicinity. the one you want to bed down however is Morinth, the daughter of one of your “stick in the mud” crew members named Samara who is just a regular asari. this is generation z c’mon people. here’s a short non extemporaneous explanation of the nature of the Ardat Yakshi and why you want to end your playthrough of Mass Effect 2 with a full monte suicidal screw as opposed to that loving “i appreciate you” garbage love that if memory serves all you have to do is request after you finish the game. the deal with this sexy twisted bitch is this. during mating, the Ardat-Yakshi’s nervous system completely overpowers that of her mate’s, causing hemorrhaging in the victim’s brain, and ultimately death in extreme cases. The Ardat-Yakshi becomes smarter, stronger, and deadlier after each encounter. Ardat-Yakshi who “feed” on their victims in this way have an innate ability to influence and even dominate the minds of others, a talent that grows stronger with repeated mating and allows them to find new partners. Ardat-Yakshi feel compelled to mate, and the compulsion grows stronger each time they succeed until it becomes a full-blown addiction. if you still don’t get it meaning Morinth has contracted a vibe disease which causes her to murder every one of her partners in addition to becoming pretty much altogether better with each victim she mentally melds with and murders. its seductive but the speech checks are absurd. i suspect that you have to be somewhat of an evil person in your truth to help homegirl off her mother in the narrative, because as an asari justicar, a vow she has taken, she forsakes all sex mental and physical… and has sworn not to do much else but right wrongs in her space. so these two broads are both messed up beyond words and if you even want to experience the confrontation in the game you have to convince Morinth you’re down enough to murder her moms. i’d be interested in finding out how many players actually are evil enough to satisfy her pre requisites and come across as something more than a saint crack addict. anyway… strange bilateral electra complex, the woman was satiating her nympho homicidal tendencies and her mother was trying to right her wrongs by killing her. i was with Morinth on that one but i ended having to do it like everybody else because no matter how f-ed up i was in that game, still good old jeremiah. speaking of which, willow smith just did a photo shoot for a high end boho fashion label named free people that is such a gaggle of muff munchers that they make women’s clothing inspired by men’s clothing but none for men. they prefer to remain frolicking on the island of lesbos (or lesvos, probably from the ancient greek, both are acceptable.) with their firearms at the ready. Athena being the greek Goddess of knowledge, who knows what strings this woman is dancing upon in her high voltage circle and feeling guilty for getting off on but just imagine, you’ve come this far from being a hush mouthed teenaged star waiting for the world to end while at the same T.I.M.E. (see what I did there, we all know your little dirty secret now) waiting to be given the word to allow this silver tongued thespian street whore to dilute your gene pool with his dodgy venom and impregnate you. Mr. Smith, I understand we live in different worlds and I have no idea if pretty much every woman in your family is gay or not but trust me on this. I really doubt that it’s going to lead to violence, but look up the recent emergence of your son, and you people look at the pic below to start, and understand that we understand why your cuffin’ the way y’all get down with little dignity lost, and Jada ain’t mad. this is supposed to be a pic of (red pill) Jaden Smith, your trainer would have to tell you if he’s “dry” or not and from the extreme definition, his skin is thin as hell under that muscle. i mean, it works for Lenny Kravitz, roll with it. but is being superman sustainable? congratulations my man, i’m glad somebody is enjoying life. i used to like zen jogging and calesthenics better but that’s just me. along with luck you notice that Mr. Kravitz, who doesn’t necessarily play it safe, (i’ve seen some of the stuff that he does observe the hernia scar,) but he’s keeping the bodyweight low and you can tell that he stays hydrated, basically i would imagine that, even from workout to rest over the years his body has developed a comfortable balance. but enough about Mr. Kravitz, anybody have a free pistol i can borrow? seriously dude… cover that sh*t up.
