Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts

[I love Latina women]

 

[Hoodoo Child]

 

[Tenchi Ryu]

New youtube is fukking fire


New dark mode

 

[Kaguya]

@Turk

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

This has been a terrible week.

I forgot about my birthday, I burned my face with hot oil, my grocery delivery hasn't arrived, and there's hella drama.

My momma text me happy birthday and I almost cried. I know she misses me, but I promised myself I'm not going home until I am somebody. I feel bad for moms who raise ambitious sons because once we're gone, we are gone. The world is so big and I want to hustle on every corner of it. I'm going to name my next business after my mom. I want to pass this shyt down to my kids. My mom will never meet her grandchildren. That breaks my heart. I want her to see the next generation and I want them to know they come from a strong line of black people.

I got the biggest check of my life today. That's saying a lot because I've seen some big ass checks. It feels good to be alive. Almost 3 years ago I started this journey and I had goals and a time line. Most people shytted on my vision. Look where I'm at now. In under 3 years I am the lead line cook at an award winning spot. I did this shyt on my own. No homies, no favors, all hustle.

I also got my friend a government internship from the cover letter I wrote. The letter was so good it was classified as highly qualified and sent directly to a congressional board of directors. Keep in mind I haven't been in school in 10 years. I am competing with graduate students and masters students who practically write and talk fancy for a living.

nikkas always want to hate on cats like me, from the hood, and proud of that shyt. I sag my pants, I say nikka, and I rep Richmond and Oakland all motherfukking day. But I've always been focused on bigger things than my hood, but I'm taking the hood with me. fukk these nikkas who think to be successful you have dance for white people, be friends with them, or take their money. We don't need their universities, we don't their jobs, and we don't need their help.

I am a prime example of that shyt. I could be making near six figures by now if I would have gone the traditional route. I didn't want to thank anyone other than my nikkas who show me love. No, this way does not provide a sure win, and it's highly risky. But it's nice to know you did not compromise yourself in exchange for an easy route to success.

I am Jay Z. I don't ask for favors, I don't need credit. I'd rather put my own money up than take a hand out.

I promise everyone I am not talented. I am not beautiful. I am not smart. Im also hard to like. I am hella observant and hard working. I pay attention and work harder than the hardest worker. Hard work beats talent and do what you love. My beautiful black people. I love all ya'll. On God.

 

[Boujee Bonita Braxton]

 

[I love Latina women]

 

[Rev Leon Lonnie Love]

This has been a terrible week.

I forgot about my birthday, I burned my face with hot oil, my grocery delivery hasn't arrived, and there's hella drama.

My momma text me happy birthday and I almost cried. I know she misses me, but I promised myself I'm not going home until I am somebody. I feel bad for moms who raise ambitious sons because once we're gone, we are gone. The world is so big and I want to hustle on every corner of it. I'm going to name my next business after my mom. I want to pass this shyt down to my kids. My mom will never meet her grandchildren. That breaks my heart. I want her to see the next generation and I want them to know they come from a strong line of black people.

I got the biggest check of my life today. That's saying a lot because I've seen some big ass checks. It feels good to be alive. Almost 3 years ago I started this journey and I had goals and a time line. Most people shytted on my vision. Look where I'm at now. In under 3 years I am the lead line cook at an award winning spot. I did this shyt on my own. No homies, no favors, all hustle.

I also got my friend a government internship from the cover letter I wrote. The letter was so good it was classified as highly qualified and sent directly to a congressional board of directors. Keep in mind I haven't been in school in 10 years. I am competing with graduate students and masters students who practically write and talk fancy for a living.

nikkas always want to hate on cats like me, from the hood, and proud of that shyt. I sag my pants, I say nikka, and I rep Richmond and Oakland all motherfukking day. But I've always been focused on bigger things than my hood, but I'm taking the hood with me. fukk these nikkas who think to be successful you have dance for white people, be friends with them, or take their money. We don't need their universities, we don't their jobs, and we don't need their help.

I am a prime example of that shyt. I could be making near six figures by now if I would have gone the traditional route. I didn't want to thank anyone other than my nikkas who show me love. No, this way does not provide a sure win, and it's highly risky. But it's nice to know you did not compromise yourself in exchange for an easy route to success.

I am Jay Z. I don't ask for favors, I don't need credit. I'd rather put my own money up than take a hand out.

I promise everyone I am not talented. I am not beautiful. I am not smart. Im also hard to like. I am hella observant and hard working. I pay attention and work harder than the hardest worker. Hard work beats talent and do what you love. My beautiful black people. I love all ya'll. On God.

man that shyt hit me in the feels. im outta here

 

[I love Latina women]

 

[Chubbs]

 

[Rev Leon Lonnie Love]

 

[grazazaza]

Mood

 

[grazazaza]

Pee

 

[Chubbs]

BIG BOOTY HOES!!!!!

 

[ba'al]

Damn Scott need to give that joint to Kendrick or Cole. Not Fetty wap