Sex in your ears!

The title of this blog would be the name of my band, if Cizzle was a musical man. Fuego! But, for all your enjoyment I am going to give you the down low on two little diddies that I encounter in my daily life. First Fuego, if your from the Boston area and don't listen to 92.9 (Boston's Fuego) then your not breathing. Your not living your life! Dream it. Live it. Do it.
Second Fuego; each and every day, I listen to the song Return of the Mack by none other than the legendary Mark Morrison. Havin a bad day, Return of the Mack! Haven't eaten lunch yet and your kind of tired?....RETURN OF THE MACK. Can't get your girl in the mood and want some nightly fuegolicious....you know where i'm going with this. The song can't be beat.

annnnd there's your fuego...sorry for the delay.

One love..fuego out.

You Got Game?

You want to see a fuego movie? HE GOT GAME. I have to see this movie again. Its got the undisputed heavyweight champion of African American actors in it, Denzel. It's got the biggest pimp on planet motha f'n earf in Ray Allen. Which makes it that much sweeter since he's now doing big things in a Celtic uniform. Not only is it a good plot but good basketball, and most importantly....the girls are fuego. All I can remember is that one seen where Rick Fox ( another legend) is showing Ray the college life. He walks into a room and two steamy smokestacks are waiting in the bed to fulfill his every desire. Reminds me of my college days...prolly..no seriously. Anyways more movie reviews to come...maybe some more recent stuff. If you haven't checked out fmylife.com go ahead and do that....funny stuff. Live the dream.

cizzle

Back Babies

Wanna hear some crazy shit. Imagine first of all being a girl (if your not already) and second of all waking up with a pain in your side. You go to the doctor to peep the pain, and a god damn baby pops out. This god damn baby has been lodged under your ribs, which is why you have gained that random ass fifteen pounds over the past few months. You have had your rio rojo (as the spanish say) this whole time, so how in the Sammy Davis JR would you ever think you were a simmering pot of prego. It's astonishing that this kind of phenomanom happens. You gotta go back in your rolodex and check who's the baby daddy, you gotta have a dam baby, and you have to live with the guilt of having done whatever recreational activites that you get into all while your baby is growing inside you. I truly and deeply feel sorry for anybody who has dealt with this situation and wish your baby all the success in the world. One love.

Fuego, Out!