Wow! A friend on FaceBook posted this on my Funwall. (Yeah, I finally took a look at my Funwall! 
) Anyway, this little girl is awesome! Absolutely! Check the video out! It is definitely worth it!
This news item caught my attention today: Thousands of fake cheques worth some £8m ($16.2m) have been seized in an attack on international e-mail scams. The cheques, offered as prizes in exchange for a fee and destined for the UK, were recovered in Nigeria by the Serious Organised Crime Agency (Soca).
Serious Organized Crime Agency? Soca! Well I guess that acronym works up there with the British but I bet that it wouldn’t work in the Caribbean. We would be like you expect me to tek Soca serious? Look boy de only time I duz tek soca serious is Carnival time eh he! And everytime a man pull out his badge and it say soca we would be asking him hummuch tune he singing this year.
Of course it might catch on and if a fella behave bad we might warn him ‘Try and behave or I gine throw some Soca in ya tail’ or see headlines like ‘Soca sharing liks’. and if Soca get into trouble is ‘Baccanal at Soca’.
Things like this though remind me that words have different meanings in different locales. Ya duz got to be careful about who ya say certain things to. Let me tell ya bout this one time Read more »
Man, oh man! I used to love this song you see! I wonder what has become of Steve Perry? People, click on that little arrow below and you get to hear “Don’t Stop Believin’”, by Journey! Great song! Whooooo!
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I think I would hold an American Bulldog. Yeah man, dem deh nice! Unfortunately, they are illegal here in the Cayman Islands, (I guess because they are afraid of pit bulls and so they paint every “bully” breed with the same brush) so no dice, I guess, unless I get someone who sails canoes into West Bay and East End by night to bring one over along with their regular cargo… not that I’d really do that, and not that I even know such people. (You can never tell if the police be reading my blog, know what I mean?) 
Hey, you can click on the picture above to see more photos of that precious pup, if you like…
Anyway, I also have a little joke for you…
A man is sitting at a bar one night, wearing a fancy new watch, covered with buttons and lights and dials. The woman next to him says, “Wow, that’s a really fancy watch.”
Thanks, says the guy, “It’s the cutting edge of technology. I can telepathically ask this watch anything I want to know, and it’ll answer me, telepathically.”
“Rubbish,” says the girl.
“No, it’s true,” says that guy. “Look, tell you what, I’ll prove it. I’ll ask it if you’ve got any panties on.”
The guy scrunches up his eyes for a moment, as if concentrating hard to talk to his watch, then opens them and says, “Nope, it says you haven’t got any panties on.”
“Well, it’s wrong,” says the girl, “I do have panties on.”
“Damn,” says the guy, slapping his watch, “it’s an hour fast!”
I’d love to spend some more time with you but I have to flash, because I got some stuff around here that needs cleaning and unfortunately, they don’t clean themselves 
Me gone. TTYL.
This song would have been my theme song if it had been around back when I was about sixteen. Well, I was after the chicks, the bars, the mansions and the cars, but not the dope. Unfortunately I couldn’t sing and I didn’t want it enough to learn to play guitar, and so here I am, a poor, bruck pocket I.T. guy…. its so sad. 
Yeah, thats how I felt at sixteen, and there is still a part of me that wishes that I could be living something like that, even after all these years, and even though another part of me whispers in my mind’s ear that I really wouldn’t enjoy that type of lifestyle at all.
It has been a number of years since then though, and time is passing rapidly too. You know, that line of thought has made me feel like sharing this joke about age with you, its a joke sent on by a bredrin in Jamaica about age. Check it out.
The Love DressA woman stopped by unannounced at her son’s house. She knocked on the door then immediately walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law laying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “I’m waiting for Mike to come home from work,” the daughter-in-law answered.
“But you’re naked!” the mother-in-law exclaimed. “This is my love dress,” the daughter-in-law explained. “Love dress? But you’re naked!”
“Mike loves me to wear this dress,” she explained. “It excites him to no end. Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can’t get enough of me.”
The mother-in-law left.
When she got home, she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and then she laid on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive.
Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her laying there so provocatively. “What are you doing?” he asked. “This is my love dress,” she whispered, sensually. “Needs ironing,” he said.
“What’s for dinner?”.
I hope you enjoyed that. TTYL.
Though I-an-I am feeling a little out of sorts, it feels GREAT to be back home, you know. Sleeping in my owna bed, driving my owna cyar, doing shyte thats familiar. Sometimes you need to get away for a bit and sometimes you are just glad to be back. In honor of being back home in the Cayman Islands, I am going to run two local songs for you. the first is “Oh Land of Soft Fresh Breeses” (the National Song of the Cayman Islands), performed by “Abby” on CBR’s album, “Where I am from”, and then “Where I am From”, also from the same album. On the CD, the songs follow each other too, and as one finishes, the other one starts, and it sounds great to me. Personally, I would have made them into one track, if I knew how to. Anyone to help a brother out? Anyway, here are the tracks…
Here is some video shot at the Matrix Niteclub last Saturday night courtesy of ltp.ky, Matrix is the club that Natty and I have been going to now and again. It has a nice vibe. Nuff yard music! I like Next Level Niteclub too, but they don’t play enough yardman music, rasta!
Ok, Ok, ok… I am building a lyric for a song… trust me, this one will make me BUSS (become famous) like Weird Al Yankovic… This is the beat I am going to use…
Ok, here are my lyrics! Run di track!
“Awww, this is the way I fart,
When I fart, people say “Pussy Clart!”,
What the PHUCK is that SMELL?
It smells like it comes from HELL!!!
Awwww, this is the way I… ” Ok jump in now!
Trust me, I just know this one is destined for the top! I will share the money with you, just help me build this one, cool?
By the way, this post was sponsored by Absolut & Ocean Spray, otherwise known as Vodka and Cranberry juice… Peace out…
I like this song. It nice still. What oonoo think?
Timbaland - Give It To Me ft Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake
Yes, rasta, and the one Nelly Furtado looking sorta nice as well! 
Oh, and have you heard Rihanna’s latest? The one she did with Jay-Z - Umbrella? I love that! The other day Natty was telling me she didn’t like it, but I believe its grown on her. Me, I just got it from the start, know what I mean?