Sunday, January 27, 2013

A Lazy Sunday...



Hey, it happens to the best of us. I'm going to be honest with you this week, I got nothin'. Plato and Socretes I'm sure had days where they couldn't pull any form of logic out of their rear ends and needed to be left the hell alone, so this PhilAsifer will follow suit. Go have a lazy Sunday, lay down to a good book,  Netflix binge it up (I haven't seen it but I'm sure the Chronicles of Narnia wouldnt be a total waste), whatever you like to do, just do it and check back next week and I'm sure I'll have a brand new dose of PhilAsify for your mind (or another embedded video :p).

Peace

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Middle East going Crazy For Mustaches, Sunnah Beards get no Love.

This ridonkulous newsbit I found on CNN.com below doesn't have an emoticon or internet acronym out there that can capture even an iota of its absurdity. Apparently, men in the Middle East have such a soft spot in their hearts (and a hard spot in their crotches) for big bushy Mustaches. 

Click the link here or just read the article entitled "Mideast Men Go Under the Knife for Manly Mustaches" and take special note of what I've highlighted in bold:

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Thoughts From An Expectant PhilAsifather.

I really wish I could come up with a clever and innovative way to start this blog but sometimes you just have to stick to the cliches: I'M GOING TO BE A DADDY!!!

This isn't something I have just found out, as I've known for a little over a month. Sorry PhilAsify Fanatics, you guys are not the first to know. Aside from having to first have complete consent and approval from the wifey to break the news over the interwebs, I really just needed some time to digest the fact that the contents of my scrotum (through the will and infinite power of Allah) has produced a human being inside the womb of the love of my life.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Ballin' on a Budget: How to buy Cars like a True Playa

I'm sure you've seen it many a time.

Out there on the streets we have what I like to call  "pretend ballers" who are always putting on display the flyest, hottest new set of wheels. I guarantee that at least a couple times in life there was one of them crusin' to a stop at a red light beside you. 20 inch rims are spinning and shining bright, the bass from the sound system enough to make your ears vibrate to the beat of "Pop Champagne", a custom made license plate, those extravagant unnecessary neon lights and the whole shebang. If you happen to share eye contact with him and he sees the shanty you're driving in, almost 150% of the time he reacts like this: