Never Trust a Woman's Cup Cakes

So i had a date on Friday with a cute little fish eater and she stood up me up, i guess thats what i get for trying to mess around with married women who get treadmills for their birthday's. Your man needs to chill with all that cock blocking shit...but i'm not the one! i wont be got! no cup cakes for me baby! I'M STILL THE LADIES MAN.

I AM THE LADIES MAN

JeaH bitches! its the ladies man here, coming to you live from the office and the streets of vagina, just getting my work game on...bitches pinching my ass by the photo copy machine and what not, but hey what can i say, I'M THE LADIES MAN.

check me out here, just doing my janitor thang baby...bitches still love me though,this girl here was diggin my mop strokes...her piss smelt a bit funny though. That fat motherfucker in the background is definetely not a LADIES MAN. PAR!




















I'm also an office type nigga,sometimes you just got to let the Zimbabwen's handle the custodian issues innit? Thats me and Elma Smit(the blonde girl), she's the presenter for STUDIO 1,on MK channel(The oppressor's MTV) and also a model for www.starmodels.co.za. What can i say, celebs, broke ho's, crippled shorty's...bring them on baby! i'm the ladies man.



Its the ladies man! send your panties to biznessface23@gmail.com you bitches!!

YOURZ SINCERELY

THE LADIES MAN

They dont make them like they used to...

Sexually suggestive(cunt rap) music is in abundance these days, with the likes of Sweat X, Spank Rock, Necro, Akineyle Spacevein and James Blunt...its quite hard to choose a favourite.(its almost like choosing your favourite porn mag,which is quite hard).

But no one quite does it like Prince, Sheila E and Cameo. Ive got Cameo's Candy on repeat right now. Prince and Sheila E's Erotic city is a cunt rag wetting classic...every time i hear i just want to break into an all girl boarding school and steal some panties to sniff when i get at home.







Mc's act like they dont know, get that doo-rag out your anus and go talk to some girls!!

$paceVein

DIGGIN IN THE SPACE

Some old pics that i was too busy to put up earlier...Johannesburg is too boring right now, but the summer girls are looking good. big up to you!!





Coloured girls having a dance...those are some Russian Ballet moves baby..the girl in the hoodie started to scrump later on in the night, things got kinda weird...nothing better than seeing heavy set girls having a good time though.






Kold produk retards...i dont understand why Levis give a fuck about these dudes, i dont understand why anyone does actually. The rapper has the same swagger as Will Smith, the DJ is a fat jewish guy who makes alot of noise when he scratches, and to top it off, you got two modern dancing fags in corporate hoodies(looks like you get them for free at a office party) while wearing batty boys masks that resemble phallic breating appendiges.



Spoek and F-EEZy



Los Angeles rapes young South Africans.(The dark skinned guy is Flavour flav's illegitimate south african son)





Bokeem Woodbine and Lil Flavour Flav have a smoke with Dubplate Daniel.



Snack time goodnite.



Hip-Hop Domestic violence, here's the Hymphatic Thabs being beaten up by his girl friend. nice little melee..







Untill next time, have a good summer and go fuck yourself...check out my banging evil summer anthem here, www.myspace.com/spacevein

Big Space

Cess Pool Sociology

“There is little logic to be expected on this earth, not only in the matter of thought, but also sentiment…" –Joseph Conrad

Slice of life, that’s a good title for this column since its about sharing a piece of information about your life, it’s also a good title for a gory slasher movie about a serial killer who dresses up as a postman and leaves his victims kidneys in their families post box with a note attached that say’s “Best enjoyed with fried onions”.

The human mind is fascinated with the mental condition or lifestyle habits of other fellow human beings, we read tabloids and spread gossip about our friends and associates, we watch things like big brother and some of us even cut off the hair of unsuspecting victims and sniff it when we get home.

As much as I’d love to talk about myself and my fine collection of Chinchilla fur coats, my crude oil burning sports cars, my rhino tusk ivory toothpicks that cost the lives of two poachers, blood diamond encrusted gold chain’s I’d rather pose a scatological psychological question about what makes the lives of other people interesting.

There are three types of people in the world: those who take a look at their faeces before they flush, those who don’t look at their faeces, and those who peep over the toilet stall to see what the other person is going to do with their doo doo before it’s sent away to the municipality.

The first kind of person is my favourite, the type person who is so engulfed in themselves that nothing matters more to them than what’s inside of them, nor are they afraid to look at life or gag at its ghastly corn infested form.

The second type of person is my least favourite, their noses get wet at the mere stench of their own doing, they don’t even flush their legacy properly because they’re so afraid to confront life, no one should leave floaters behind, there no place or logic for ghosts in this day and age.

The third kind of person acts as a bridge between these two people, his business is not to flush or make sure anything is flushed in the other stalls, he takes pictures of your thighs spread open whilst you read your newspaper and grunt away to last night’s curry, he doesn’t necessarily enjoy watching, but something in his brain compels him to.

Which of these is you?

SPACEVEIN