Is the site big time?

No, it's not. Let me just calm your hopes now.

However, there's a funny story about the site that came up.

Rewind about three weeks.

Myself and a couple friends are out kickin it and drinking, just relaxing really at Zanzibar, which is my favorite spot to go to when I'm feeling lazy (which is... all the time). So we're just chillin and drinking when we notice some girls...well, kissing each other. Passionately? Maybe. That remains in the air.

So...

We take a couple pictures of the aforementioned young women because... well, we wouldn't take pictures if they didn't look good.

It turned out that later that night we ended up talking to a couple of the young ladies and it was my understanding that it was one of their birthdays and that's why they were celebrating.

So the next day I added one on myspace and sent a "happy birthday" message to the other one, who I thought had just had her birthday.

Then it comes time for the review to go up and Pome writes the review and includes a picture of two of the girls, but didn't include their faces, therefore making them unidentifiable and clearing us of any lawsuits (kidding).

One week later

One week later and I'm not doing much on a Saturday night. I'm supposed to meet up with some people later on around midnight but am bored in the mean time. Tweezy calls me to see what's crackin and I told him I don't really know. He's trying to go to Carbon (worst bar ever with a good DJ) and I told him that he might as well go to Zanzibar instead because there's more girls and ...well, there's more girls. So Tweez and his boy Turley roll through and Turley and I smoke (guess what? I just quit) some purrrrrrpelllll and we head out to Zanzibar.

Once we get there, Turley and I are clearly in a "funk" and Tweez is doing his usual 'Tweez Dance' around unsuspecting young women. Then Lamar meets up with us in his crisp white tee (yeeee) and now I know a party is soon to follow. Lamar is the wing man custom-designed for Tweez. No matter who Tweez is cracking at, Lamar will take down her friend. If Tweez cracks at a lay-up and her friend is a turnover, Lamar doesn't care, he will take her down. We love Lamar. If Tweez cracked at a lay-up and I was his wingman, I would smack him in the head and start yelling at him. I am a blocker at times.

Anyways...

Who do I run into that night? Well, I run into the girls from the other night that Pome wrote his review on (which was a much wacker night, due to the rain and some ridiculous party that was occurring). I see the one that I know and give her a hug and then they disappear, only to re-appear shortly after, while we're watching Tweez celebrate his life with some drunk chick (who was cute, kudos to Tweez). That's when the two young ladies walk up to me.

"Can I tell him? Let me tell him!" or something of that sort is said.

So then one girl (the one that I don't know) says, "It wasn't my birthday. And take my ass off your blog!"

Now I was clearly dumbfounded by the situation but found it a bit comical. I felt bad because the girl was apparently offended by the story and accompanying picture that was posted in the review (and has been taken down) but at the same time I had to figure out what she was talking about.

Obviously it was my immediate hope that everyone in the world visits the site so that's how she found it. Obviously I was wrong.

I was a little slow (like always) but I figured it out and looked stupid trying to explain that I thought it was her birthday.

Turns out, they are really cool folks and we have settled out of court on the issue of the picture being posted (I keed). We fired Pome and offered them two free drinks.

So we took down the pictures and now the young ladies will forever remain anonymous.

The good news is, she found the site through my myspace banner, which means I am now director of marketing for crookedstraight.com.

Some Hilarious Sh*t

Last night we hit like three bars up. I was with my boy Ike and one of his friends and after we left Circle Bar in Venice Beach we consolidated cars and left her car there at Circle Bar.

Around 1:30 a.m. after stopping at Temple Bar and Zanzibar we returned to Circle Bar to drop her off at her car.

We park in front of her car in the spot closest to the corner. She gets in her car and Ike and I are about to get in our car when an SUV pulls over in front of Ike's car and begins to reverse, as if they're parking.

I can tell that they're not going to stop reversing until they hit Ike's car.

And sure enough, they reversed right into his car.

We look at the front of his car and it doesn't look like there's much damage.



Then the driver gets out of her car. She's kind of cute and visibly drunk.

We ask if she's okay.

The first thing that comes out of her mouth is:

"Do you guys have any weed to smoke?"

At this point Ike and I both break out and start laughing. She was dead serious.

So then Ike asks me if I have my camera with me so I can take pictures just in case there's damage.

So I take a couple pictures of the front of his car and the back of her car.

This is when her friend emerges from the passenger seat, sees me taking pictures and jumps on the hood of his car and starts posing like she's in Lowrider Magazine.





This was some of the funniest shit I have ever seen in my life.

I don't think that these chicks even knew they hit Ike's car.