Sunday, March 19, 2006

Friends & Family: Group Naming

Salaamz

I think it's important to have a group name for each of your respective groups that you hang out with. Aside from feeling cool, you also feel like you belong to something great, something noble, something with meaning.

In honor of this, I'd like to post the following note-worthy, distinguished group names (note: some of these group names were created just now, but definitely fit the bill):
Disclaimer: Before my brothers try to make fun of me on how valley girl-ish or high schoolish this post is, please keep in mind that these are my brothers talking. They don't have any friends. They don't know what it means to belong. And yes, while this blog entry sounds like the beginning of a MTV teen movie, it's still like totally a rad idea, dude. Totally rad, man...

Me & My Bros: 3 Stooges (title name courtesy of our mother). Really, that pretty much sums us up. 3 Musketeers would do well, too. So would Single-Hot-And-Looking. We're like the original 'homies' when that word was invented. Soul brothers up in this. Also, Italians. Think about it: One second we're, let's say, passionately arguing with one another and the next we're straight up chillaxin like we belong on The Cosby Show.

Me & AJ: Rajpoothis, Husband and Wife (the roles vary day-to-day as to who is who), My Buddy & Me (remember that toy/commerical?), The White Man and The Nigga, Sufis up in this, Made-for-Each-Other, UMMAH's Jummah Coordinators, The Executives ("AJ, tee time is at 3pm sharp. We can discuss our company's business objectives at that time, too." "Sounds good, Imran. I'll give you the 10,000 ft view of it.")

Me, Taha, Ahmed: Da Niggaz, Professional Pakistani Pimp Playaz, 3-way, 2pac-T Man-Prince AH (okay, I just totally made those up). Note on pic: Yep, that's Taha's chest hair showing. Yes, AH is in fact either farting underneath Taha's blanket and laughing about it or probably doing something he really shouldn't be. And yes, I do have a beautiful smile (confirmed that night by AH himself).

Me (not pictured; I know, it's unheard of!) & Erik: The Original Thugs, The Original Gangstaz, Girls Suck, I Hang Out in Erik's Back Pocket, 24 was she, Kinda like an armoir if you will, and perhaps most accurately, Dorks. Haha, those have to fit, right, Eswft? But I gotta ask, man, why the hell you lookin so pensive at a restaurant? What could you possibly be philosophizing about? Anyway, I'm sure me and Erik would've had a pic together by now (after 8 or 9 yrs) had he actually been my friend the past year. But now that he can be, I guess we will, right? :P

Me & Taha: Punjabis. Yep, that's it. That word encompasses everything between us. Da Niggaz would apply here, too. Okay, I'm still not sure why he looks so uncomfortably gay in this pic and why I'm blatantly showcasing my foot as if it was insured by the Lloyds of London. Let me also throw in: Roomies, Balle Balle!. Taha's made up some good ones in the past that I just can't remember right now.

Alright, I'll have my other peoples up on this soon, too...

Cheers

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