Yet another Doritos thread

[Tajin]

NO MARKETING THREADS IN HERE FAGGOT

[MF Perm tha Fineass]

is diablo spanish for diabetes

[Tajin]

Well no, but that's p. good, consider myself lol'd

[Tajin]

NO MARKETING THREADS IN HERE FAGGOT

R O F L just saw this.

[Rhyis.]

Nigga, you postin' in a Conformity thread.

[Tajin]

Posting from a strip club in dubai while giving advice to money makin' playas about solid investments, so its all coo'

[Rhyis.]

We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin playa that ain't with us no mo.

[Tajin]

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[Rhyis.]

Hell no, we gonna do this for a gang banging thug that never seen it comin.

[Tajin]

http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biog...pac_shakur.jpg

[Rhyis.]

Nah bitch, I'm talkin bout motherfuckin Conformity and shit.

[Tajin]

I read the comments on Baller Alert. I was offended, appalled, and loved reading every word. I wish I had knew of this site months ago before I upped and left NYC. I’m not regretting anything because I just got started. I’m thinking I could’ve convinced somebody on there to come with me 

I did my research for a year on Dubai for anyone who thinks I’m going to be kidnapped and locked up in a harem.

Anyhow, here’s why I left NYC. I have been with ballers since I was 17 years old, I am 34 right now. So, for 17 years I have been running up and down with what most women call the Black princes…paid athletes and business men. Not actors or singers, because that’s a joke. I’m not saying that I am anyone you ever heard of or saw. I was one of MANY women. I’d spend nights at luxurious hotels with my baller of the moment. It was intoxicating. The nights in bed, the mornings together, the plane rides home, the money in my bank account and the access to his rolodex and friends. Then it would end. I’d have to start all over again. Putting my body out there, my heart out there, wondering if this is gonna be the baller to end all ballers. Didn’t happen.

I was more confident, looked better, and never was the girl at the club waiting around to be noticed. I just bumped into ballers all the time. I could be at Subway’s and meet a baller.

By 25, I was in a relationship with a major baller who owned his own business. He was in his late 50s. He never married, but had a child and was in great shape. He moved me into a house, bought me a ring, took me to his functions and came home every night for a year. One night, he told me he met somebody else and I had to move out. Just like that. He couldn’t even give me a reason, but “life’s too short.” It devasted me. I can’t even begin to get into what I sacrificed for him. I had to move in to my parents house. I had to get a regular job as a secretary. And been there, since.

I dated civilians after that. It was never, ever enough. I belittled them, they ran off. When I saw myself going on Craigslist and reading those “sugar daddy” ads and really considering them, I knew I had to do something. I even responded to one of the escort ads, but never went to the “interview”. All I ever wanted was to be a baller’s wife. I met a girl who told me about Europe and Dubai, specifically. How I was missing out. I stayed at my job. I begged and prayed for an answer of should I stay or go. I’m meant to be married to a baller. My daddy was a baller. I don’t know anything else.

Too many black women are scared to explore their options. I’m definitely not. So, here I am in Dubai, at an internet cafe. I already met a man on the plane (those planes to the ME are filled with money men and women]. He was a brother from NYC! Just my luck. Here on business, he’s opening an office. But I’m not interested. I saw his ring. I didn’t come all the way out here to deal with the same men. There is far too much money out here, anyway……

I already feel alone. I hope I get used to it. At least I better, because I’m tired of starting over…this is me for life…

Though Dubai is thousands of miles from St.-Tropez, the Middle Eastern princes, the Russian moguls, the dolled-up Euro girls and the abundant wannabes who pack the plush baroque interiors of the 400 Club (Fairmont Dubai, www.the400club.com) are oblivious. Everyone from Roberto Cavalli to Ludacris has luxuriated amid the crystal chandeliers and gilded mirrors of this year-old club, where a chilled six-liter bottle of Dom Pérignon runs a cool 31,000 dirhams, about $8,447, at 3.74 dirhams to the dollar.

Read more: http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/...#ixzz29oVZho4f

[Rhyis.]

[Kiarax]

Though Dubai is thousands of miles from St.-Tropez, the Middle Eastern princes, the Russian moguls, the dolled-up Euro girls and the abundant wannabes who pack the plush baroque interiors of the 400 Club (Fairmont Dubai, www.the400club.com) are oblivious. Everyone from Roberto Cavalli to Ludacris has luxuriated amid the crystal chandeliers and gilded mirrors of this year-old club, where a chilled six-liter bottle of Dom Pérignon runs a cool 31,000 dirhams, about $8,447, at 3.74 dirhams to the dollar.

Read more: http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/...#ixzz29oVZho4f

My cousin got scouted to work out in Dubai, now she has some rich ass boyfriend out there who is willing to let her live for free. Pretty much any attractive girl can get away with it over there apparently, shit's ridiculous. She's always telling me stories about how she'd get tipped (waitressing) thousands of dollars a night, absolutely bananas.

Apparently it's not all it's cracked up to be, 'cause now she's living back in England with her mother making jewellery to sell for next to nothing.

[Kiarax]

I have no idea why I posted that or what this thread is even about