STL: Day 3, Part 4
How hot is that pic?!Hello
I nearly forgot to mention something from Friday night (that would be Day 2, Part III). Taha had challenged me to a one-on-one game using his net at home. Being a guest, I was happy to oblige. As always, I beat him pretty easily. It's not even worth getting into the details of my 11-3 bloody massacre. In fact, I had this one S I C K dunk on him where I came down with so much force that I inadvertently broke his rim and in all likelihood his ego. Mind you, it wasn't on purpose, but here's proof of my skills:
I know, I know. I'm phenomenal. I feel bad about the rim, but that's a price you gotta pay when you "challenge" me in some hoops, Taha.
(I love having a blog where I can twist stories to my advantage without having Taha interfere...)
Onwards...
And so on Saturday morning I woke up around 10:30am thinking to myself, Crap! I've already wasted so much of the day! These guys are going to kill me! Little did I realize that 10:30am was considered the same thing as waking up at fajr time in the Lou (on a Saturday). You see, I grew up under my mom and she thinks that if you wake up at 10am or later (azubillah), your entire day has been shot. I guess some house rules don't apply in others...
Moving on: Taha was nice to me in the morning, but you could clearly tell he was annoyed when I went to go wake him up. Same thing with Hassan, too. (Neither of them responded to my 10am text of "do me," which is why I walked into T's bedroom because normally I get some sort of response to a msg like that. Hassan, on the other hand, wouldn't reply to a txt msg if it was his mother!) So T-Man got his mom to make us some phenom breakfast and we then waited to hear from Prince Hassan.
While waiting for Hassan (a process that can take a few days), Taha and I wandered about in the backyard around the fallen trees. Relegated to this form of social activity in the Lou, I resorted to the following as a means of entertaining myself:
Here I'm obviously point to the sky. Perhaps for Superman to save me. Perhaps at the fact that I was still amazed at all the stars you can see in STL from the night before. Or perhaps preparing to do a little nach-ing (that's dancing, people; Punjabi style).
And finally while on the tree, I got in touch with my inner beast in this pic. This is how I get the females, young playaz. It also undoubtedly explains why I'm still single (clue in sad violin music):
Regardless, you cannot deny the pure hotness that are these pictures. Just don't stare too long, k?
When Hassan finally graced his presence, we drove downtown to hit up the arch. I have to say that the arch is kinda cool. It's a nice piece of architectural work in an otherwise lackluster skyline. The views from the top of the arch are also nice, too. While on the way up these stairs to the arch, Hassan and I decided to run. Considering that Hassan hoops at least once a week, I thought I'd easily get beaten. Plus, he had homefield advantage, if you think about it. But, as this video proves, I won. And not by a stomach as jerk-off Taha likes to contend...!!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2036212692720159649
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2 comments:
You can't even tell who won in that race. Well, at least Taha has his hot body. He is good for something. Can't have both brains and looks.
Hilarious Shakur. Hilarious.
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