This really isn’t news so I’ll give it a few seconds of actual story time until I move on to more worthy pursuits. But Joakim Noah, the back-to-back NCAA Basketball National Champion and Chicago Bull Forward, just got busted for possession the hippie lettuce and unauthorized public liquor sippin the ‘nother day in Florida.
I know, I know, the next thing I’ll tell you is that water is wet, R. Kelly enjoys pissing on teens and the Yankees Suck this year. Believe me, Joakim Noah smoking tweed is about as much of a lock as you can possibly get in life.
And while we’re at it, hell, why not, let’s just go ahead and roll back that ridiculous celebration dance homey pulled last year.
Hard to imagine that dude is on some banned substances, huh? And even better, his pops doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about, hmmmm, I wonder why?
“In the newspapers, there’s a lot of talk about my son who is 23 and has a drink with his friends and who is caught with a joint in his pocket,” said Noah senior.
“He called me. He said: ‘Dad, I think I’ve blundered’. I said: ‘Yes, it’s a mistake but it’s not serious. Don’t change. Make me happy, don’t let it happen again’.”
Hey, it’s hard to fault pops for taking the smooth and easy approach when he can smoke the finest herbs over in Paris with an assortment of extra light skinned bunnies he seems to hold in his pockets like so many nickels and dimes (Godfather I reference).
Yannick is so pimp. I’m sure Joakim needs some “home grown” to just get his mind off how much cooler his pops is than him. Anyway, While I was looking up the particulars on this Joakim “blunder” I noticed something: Joakim’s sister Yelena Noah is pretty decent.
Whoops, that’s “Black” from Flavor of Love 3.. not sure how she got in there… Yelana?
Very nice.. now lean with it…
Ahhh, interesting, but only average. Maybe she needs to be glammed up a bit:
Better, but still unimpressive. Hey, mid post, I’ve reversed myself. Not only is this babe not UvT quality, but now I finally know how Pac felt on “Hit Em Up” when he pronounced, “I don’t even know why I’m on this mufuckin track,” because this chick is scarcely post worthy. To cleanse my palate let me lace up one of Yannick Noah’s ladies of yore, Heather Stewart Whyte, his second wife.
Now she was/is Euro-flow, Bolivian Marching Powder, celery for breakfast, lunch and dinner hot. Sheeeeiit, she was even Maxim ugly American hot…
Hell, she’s even got some Not Safe For Work street cred right here. I like it. Sheeeeit, Heather saved my post. Can’t have the “you’re ho game is weak” boo birds blowing up my celly like last week.