Friday, December 10, 2010

Nogrape's Tupac Theory

 
  Ok, I'm gonna do something different today.  I'm gonna post a 3-part Tupac Conspiracy Theory on here.  1st Part will be this post, 2nd Part next post, and 3rd Part post after next.  I don't know how many people are into rap, and/or Tupac...but I definitely am.  I think he was, and is, the best rapper.  This isn't my theory.  It's been out there for years.  Posted by someone named Nograpes.  He/she use to have a website, but it was taken down by the Government...damn.  

  Anyway, this is by far the best Theory I've seen out there, with lots of details and information.  Some of it can be seen as far-fetched, but then again, if you have money, most anything can be done.  Some of you might not be able to read the whole thing, because it is long.  Many may also argue he is dead, or alive.  I really don't know for sure...but it'd be cool if he were alive still.  It's a good read, especially for u Tupac fans, and conspiracy nuts.  Hope u all enjoy it. 




The Nograpes Theory:

Part I:

For those who may not know, or may have forgotten, my belief is
simple[well not exactly lol] I believe that the attempted assassination of
Tupac Shakur was a part of an on-going plot [set-up etc] that
involves the following people: The New York Black Mafia[Paffy],
Agents, working both for the FBI and other "unknown" organizations,
and Marion "Suge" Knight [and the various people who worked for him etc].
But those three main people/groups together. Whether directly or indirectly
had part in the "assassination" of Tupac.


Let me start off my "theory" with some very important quotes from
the open letter, written by Dr. Mutulu Shakur.
"Surely, the FBI was in Las Vegas on Sep. 7, 1996"--Shakur
"AFENI and I have never supported a Crip vs Blood feud as presented
by the Las Vegas Police concerning our son's assossination. And, I
have always pushed the "Codes of the Thug Life"--Shakur.


"If our families (SHAKURS) lack of respense to rumors and allegations
contributed to any confusion as to what principle we stand on; let it
be known and clear!! We do not believe in COINCIDENCES."


"Tupac in his Makaveli record clearly changed his wrongful view of
who shot him and who was heading it in New York, and why"--Shakur


For those who may have forgotten, I asked many times: "why do you
guys think BIGGIE's name was not mentioned on the Makaveli
album?" (There were a few references to him by the Outlawz
though, just not by Tupac)


"Tupac revised his wrongful (stance) against Biggie's involvement
concerning his shooting in New York. And he wanted his "Fans" to
know it"--Shakur


-But does Tupac mention the Black Mafia? YES, KING TUT!
-But does Tupac mention Puffy? Yes he does!
-But does Tupac mention the Feds? Yes he does!
-But does Tupac mention Suge?...YES HE -----DOES! "SUGE SHOT
ME" IS WHAT YOU HEAR , DON'T LET SOMEONE FOOL YOU INTO
THINKIN' OTHERWISE.

  So, this first part is short.  The next is very long, and has all the info and details.  Also, there is another post out there, somewhere, about the whole Black Mafia, and their believed role played in Tupac's death.  I don't recall what site it's on at the moment, but I'll post it on the next part...or if people want...after this 3 part series, I can post that one too.  Hope u all hagd. 

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Jokes

Ok...so I've been sick lately...n haven't been in the greatest moods...so I figured I 'd post some jokes today.  Not sure if you've ever read or seen them...but I don't care.  These are just some of the 1000's I have on my computer...and I didn't proof read them, so if there are any mistakes, sorry.  I still enjoy em.  Hope u all have a great day.


The following is an actual question given on a University chemistry final exam.

Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law that gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that, if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.

Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell. Because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay constant, the volume of Hell must expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Sandra during my freshman year, that “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,” and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is endothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is extinct…leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being - which explains why, last night, Sandra kept shouting “Oh God!”

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY “A”.
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Terrorism Alert: standards of selected international jurisdictions

The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved."


Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies all but ran out.


Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to a "Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was during the Great Fire of 1666.

The Scots raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's get the Bastards" They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line in the British army for the last 300 years.

The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide". The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing the country's military capability.

It's not only the French who are on a heightened level of alert. Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly" to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."

The Germans also increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance" to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose".

Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual, and the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels .

The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.

Americans meanwhile are carrying out pre-emptive strikes, on all of their allies, just in case.

New Zealand has also raised its security levels - from "baaa"to "BAAAA!". Due to continuing defense cutbacks (the air force being a squadron of spotty teenagers flying paper aeroplanes and the navy some toy boats in the Prime Minister's bath),

New Zealand only has one more level of escalation, which is "Shit, I hope Australia will come and rescue us".

Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to "She'll be right, mate". Two more escalation levels remain, "Crikey!', "I think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend" and "The barbie is canceled". So far no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.

Canadians are holding a public inquiry on the matter, have hired federal teams of bilingual grief counselors and are controlling the situation through pieces of carefully-worded legislation which are currently on hold as the House is not sitting.
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How To Shower Like a Woman

Take off clothes and place them sectioned in laundry
basket according to lights and darks.

Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.

If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to
do more sit-ups / leg-lifts, etc.

Get in the shower.

Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.

Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash. Rinse conditioner off hair.

Shave armpits and legs.

Turn off shower.

Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.

Spray mold spots with Tile cleaner.

Get out of shower.

Dry with towel the size of a small country.

Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head. If you see partner along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


How To Shower Like a Man

Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

Walk naked to the bathroom.

If you see partner along the way, shake willy at her making the 'woo-woo' sound.

Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

Admire the size of your willy and scratch your bum.

Get in the shower.

Wash your face.

Wash your armpits.

Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off. Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area. Wash your bum, leaving those coarse bum hairs stuck on the soap.

Wash your hair.

Make a Shampoo Mohican

Wee.

Rinse off and get out of shower.

Partially dry off.

Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of bath the whole time.

Admire willy size in mirror again.

Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on. Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

If you pass partner, pull off towel, shake willy at her and make the 'woo-woo' sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.

I KNOW YOU'RE LAUGHING BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!!!!
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Pubic hairs

A husband and his wife decide to rent a room to a young student. When she arrives the wife explains, “We haven't got a bathroom. So when you want a bath you’ll have to use a
tin bath that is next to the fireplace. I suggest you take your bath on Monday evenings, as my husband goes out with his friends that night.”

Next Monday the girl undressing near the fireplace and the wife notes that she hasn't any pubic hair. The following morning the wife tells her husband.

“That student girl’s go no pubic hair!”
“I don’t believe it!” he says.
“It’s true,” says the wife, “Next week I’ll keep leave a gap between the curtains so you can see!”

Next Monday the girl takes her bath and the wife asks, “Do you shaves your pubic hair?”
“Oh, no. I have never had any.” Says the girl. “Do you have hairs there?”
“Sure” says the wife as she lifts her skirt to show her.

The next morning the wife asks her husband, “Did you see?”
“Sure I did. But why did you show her yours?”
“Oh... what’s the problem with that? You’ve seen it hundreds of times!”
“Yea that’s true” says the husband, “but all my goddamn friends HAVEN’T!”
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Texas Town Trumpets and Guns

In a small Texas town a guy opens a store selling trumpets and guns. One day a tourist pays him a visit and says, “ Hey pal this is a strange business!”
“What do you mean strange?” says the storekeeper.
“Only selling trumpets and guns.” Replies the tourist.
“O, I find it works quite well.”
“What do you sell the most of trumpets or guns?” asks the tourist.
“Its about even.” Says the storekeeper. “Each time a customer buys a trumpet usually one of his neighbors buys a gun!”
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Three Morals...

A little bird is flying south for the winter. It’s so cold that the bird freezes and falls to the ground in a large field.
While lying there on the edge of death, a cow walks by and craps on it. Well the dung is so hot that the frozen bird begins to thaw. In fact the bird is so warm and happy it soon
begins to sing for joy! A passing cat hears the bird song and comes to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovers the bird under the cowpat. It promptly digs it out and eats it!

The morals of this story:

1) Not everyone who drops crap on you is your enemy.
2) Not everyone who gets you out of crap is your friend.
3) And when you're in deep doo-doo its best to keep your mouth shut!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Funny Pics


  Sorry all, been sick.  Tried to comment on some of your blogs, but just haven't been on too much.  Still not too well, but doing better.  I will just post some pics today.  I think they're funny n stuff.  Hope you enjoy.










Nothing Says Revenge Like Super Gluing Someone's Sandals to the Floor.





Sunday, December 5, 2010

Poem By My Bro-n-Law Who Passed 4-14-2005

This Poem was written by my brother-in-law who passed back in 2005.  He wrote this when he was in High School though.  I always thought it was funny.  So, this is short today. 

Oh Dookie, Oh Dookie
How smelly thou art
You smell like shit
or one of my farts
Dost thou not realize
Your attracting flies
I know you are humble
I know you are wise
Oh Dookie, Oh Dookie
That rests on the ground
Your odor is so potent
Yet you don't make a sound
Your hurting my nose
And it's starting to bleed
And why is your body
All covered in seeds
I'll leave for now dookie
I'm walking away
I'll talk to thou
Another day.

Oh Dookie, Oh Dookie
That stuck on my shoe
What the Fuck
Is wrong with you
I thought we were friends
Best buddies for life
But he stuck to my shoe
And ended his life
I thought he was wise
But now he's departed
I guess I was wrong
He was pretty retarded
Oh Dookie, Oh Dookie
How lovely thou art
I think of you dookie
Whenever I fart.

By: C.G. Lucas

Friday, December 3, 2010

Ramblings Cont...

  Don’t even fuck around and try to order water from a fast food drive-thru.  First of all they always act like no one’s ever ordered a water before.  They always have to make sure they heard you right.  “Did you say a water?”  “Yes a water.”  Then after they get over the shock of you ordering a water you pull up and they give you this jumbo ass straw and this little ass child's cup.  It’s not even a real cup, it’s some happy meal shit – wait, it’s not even a cup at all.  It’s one of those containers they use to put condiments in like, to dip your fry in your ketchup kinda things.  And what the fuck do they expect me to do with that big ass straw and this little ass joke cup?  My eye isn't dry, I didn’t ask for a drop of water, I want a refreshment.  If I drink this I will not be refreshed.  I ordered water to quench my thirst, that condensation you call water ain't quenching shit.  (Written when bottled water wasn't every where and popular...you'd ask for that free water)

 
  Damn, I don’t like driving with a strange pair of shoes.  I usually wear boots and you know they're kinda heavy, but you get used to them after you wear them everyday.  You end up getting use to the way they feel.  But one time I fucked up and wore some light ass tennis shoes.  I got in the car and pressed the gas peddle.  I almost flew threw a wall.  The freakin' car took off all fast and shit because of this light ass shoe.





  Have you seen those dumb muthafuckas standing in front of places waving around those big ass arrows and shit that say “open house” and shit.   Well, the other day I’m at the corner and I see this fool with this big ass arrow  that says “Pizza $2.99” and it’s pointing down the street.  So I go down the street.  I went like 12 miles and didn’t find shit.  I looked all over the place and I didn’t see no fuckin’ pizza.  I went  back to where that fool was standing, got out of the car grabbed his stupid arrow and broke it in half.  I told that fool “you need to be more fuckin’ specific, you made me waste all my freakin' gas and time looking for pizza that’s → that way."  He looks at me and says "it’s right behind me."  What?  Then why don’t you have the arrow pointing behind you foolio.  Ridiculous!!!!!!!  C.G. Lucas Original

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Ramblings

Have you ever heard those fuckin shows where they talk like fools?  Everything is all descriptive and stuffy.  I mean, you really gotta be awake and have some ginseng or something to know what these fools are talking about.  They could be talking about how they ate a burrito and they laughed so hard that a bean flew out of their nose and into a glass.  These fools would be like “As I partook in my hand crafted flour compound filled with various grains along with milk in its elder state, I was abruptly amused by a riddle being told which then caused a beanus grainius to hurdle through my nostril with great turbulence as the projectile landed safely in a cylindrical container consisting of H20."  Fool you just ruined what would have been a hilarious story where we could have made fun of you, but now it just sounds like he did something really complicated, and if you weren’t paying attention you’d be like “wow, that’s amazing.  I wish I was smart enough to do something like that”. 


Imagine being a leprechaun…. Tryin to find a pair of shoes.  First of all you’d have to find a triangle shaped shoe with the end all curled up.  Then you gotta find a size .02.  & why do leprechauns always have a goatee?  Either they have one made of actual hair or their chins are just shaped like a triangle.  Even their ears are triangle.  Why do they even call them leprechauns, they should just call them triangles?  Their nose's all fucked up and shit, bent towards the ground.  Maybe their shoes and their noses are magnetic. Idk.  Just saying.   C.G. Lucas Original

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Tape Decks

Remember tape decks?  Those muthafuckas had no bass.  Then some fool came out with bass boost.  Damn that’s an ugly name.  If someone was trying to sell me a tape deck and was like “this one has bass boost”,  I’d be like “excuse me?”  “That doesn’t sound too good, just give me one without one of those.”  I mean they could have picked a better word than boost.  It sounds like one of those hard plastic little square chairs that they give the kids at Denny’s and shit.  Here you go kiddies, a hard box for you to sit on so you wont feel so small in this huge oversized booth we made out of old red Buick car seats.  Remember on those old tape decks when you tried to keep the volume down so you could listen to your tapes but not wake anybody else up and disturb them, but then you fucked up and pushed that loud ass Stop button (BLAP).  That button used to startle the hell outta me.  I could have the volume all the way up and the button was still louder than the music.  The muthafuckin Stop button had more bass than the whole damn stereo.  Fuck a bass boost, just hit Stop.  I think I’ll put one of those in my trunk so I can bump shit like a mo-fo.  Shit, one time the muthafucka stopped by itself, 2 minutes later the cops roll by talkin bout someone reported gun shots.  I’m like fool there’s no gun shots, fuckin Side A is outta time that’s all.  And remember when your tapes would start sounding like alien shit, and you’d take the tape out and that brown confetti would be all over the place, shit lookin like it had diarrhea.  Then you’d bust out a pen and stick it in one of those gears and twist it for like 40 minutes to reel it in?  Shit, at least you could fix it though, all you needed was a pen or pencil.  With fuckin CD’s, you fuck around with a pen or pencil, when you put that muthafucka back in the CD player it can’t read shit, and starts makin all kinds of sounds and shit, starts spinning all fast.  C.G. Lucas Original