During a recent show in Portland, Oregon Drake addressed the crowd saying, “…today I came to Portland, and I officially became inducted into the Team Jordan family.”
Consumers can expect to see both a black and a white colorway the Jordan X’s (pictured above) as well as the Jordan XII’s (pictured below).
I’ll pass, but I’m sure die hard Drizzy fans will be all over these when and if they become available.
Nothing Was The J’s.
This time around, ESPN’s 30 For 30 documentary series will chronicle the triumphs, as well as the controversies that surrounded Jim Tressel and Maurice Clarett during their respective tenures as a part of The Ohio State University football program.
December 14th at 9pm? I’m not moving.
A few days ago I read that drinking apple juice before you go to sleep increases your chances of having a strange dream that night. Well, if you know me, you know I love apple juice and other than Rossi, that’s a mainstay in my refrigerator.
It appears the theory is correct because last night I, indeed, had one of the weirdest dreams ever; so weird I felt I should write about it. As a matter of fact, every time I have a crazy ass dream, I’m going to share it with you guys in a new series of posts called Dream On.
So basically I had this super old-school car. It was a Camaro I think. I got called to use my car in a car show at a local park. Cool. On the way to the show, I stopped and picked up Rihanna who would be my date for the evening. On the way to the park, RiRi is not only smoking a blunt, but she’s also on some frisky shit as she kept trying to undo my belt. I’m like “man, you gon’ make me crash. Chill out”. She doesn’t care. She’s high as hell at this point.
Once we arrive to the car show, I show off my car and without having any idea, I win a trophy for having the best car there. Rihanna’s like “Good job baby! Let’s celebrate! I’m horny!”. Then at that moment we get in the car, she strips and we have sex. People are standing around watching, but instead of being upset, they’re cheering me on because it’s Rihanna. We get done, everyone claps and that’s that.
I tried to start my car up to leave, but it didn’t start. Rihanna goes “man, fuck it. We’ll walk”. We start walking when out of nowhere a huge herd of zombies from The Walking Dead appear. Rihanna and I try running back to the car, but we’re cornered at this point. Just when it seemed we were about to get eaten, I woke up.