Christina Milian Responds to Fans, Mary J. Blige Steals the Show From Mobb Deep

most songs have to grow on me but the first time i heard this joint i said instant hit!! damn fif aint playing!

Christina is trying to get publicity so that wack ass album can sell.Go away hoe you are only famous because of your looks!

I'm not sure about Christina Milian. I guess this is her chance to show and prove. Her single, Say I, is alright (even though anyone who knows music can tell that Cool and Dre just took the "Hate it or Love it" beat and tweaked it). By the way, I'm a producer fan, not a you-know-who fan, so please don't jump in the everyday blog about that camp.

As for Mary; well, she's Mary. What more can you say about her. I heard the song a couple of weeks ago. I don't really like the song, maybe because Alchemist already used it before. But Mary came through as always.

Be easy..

Kenneth I anin't even black but u acting like people are aliens.

1.I prefer any sister that looks good and got a head on her shoulder.

2. Where do you your stats for that?

3. What do you mean by you people? Give an example of someone refering to skin colr first.

4. Black is beautiful.
Ignorance is all over not in one race or culture you dumb fuck. Hiv is a man made virus to kill minorities. Black people has blood of kings and queens pumping in their veins. Europeans knew that so the government created it to slay us and prevent us from overuling this country and faggots such as yourself.

Why did prodigy think saying little mama as his filler would be cool. Without mobb deep this would be a perfect track. These mobb cats are garbage and havoc is limiting himself by sticking with prodigy. He could be make a quarter mill a track if he stuck to producing. Sad how these cats cant even get their masters much less keep their base of fans.

do i smell hate ^^^^

do what i do just scroll down to the next comment i never read any of his postings. please do not respond to his idiotic comments thats exactly what he wants yall to do. dont waste your time reading his comments trust me i never do

For Once I Agree With Shakeem!!!

DONT READ ANYTHING THIS KENNETH GUY HAS TO SAY AND MOVE ON!!!!

NUFF SAID!!

Im kinda of new to this blog shyt, but has 1 ever started an finished on topic..?

I guess MJB put them in they place (Mobb Deep)

That one was for shakeem

i hope mobb deep blows-up so i can robb them again, but get more money from them this time.

Shakeeeeem!!!!!!

I thought it would never happened but I agree with you too.

Wow!!!

That's a sign. Man I am playing the DC lottery tonight.

MOBB AND 50

I really starting to think Mobb Deep signing to G Unit was a mistake. Everyone knows how hard I have been on 50 for his political views. I am not sure what appears to be Mobb Deep flopped Ablum is 50's fault or is it.

Questions that need to be answer?

Who decision was to release "Put em their place" as the first single?

Who pissed off Dre to the point where therws is not 1 Dre produced joint on the Ablum?

Who was in charge of the marketing from the CD cover to the weak "Put en their place" video?

Did 50 really try have things go in a different direction and was over-powered by the interscope heaveyweights?
(I think we can finally bury the Curtis "Interscope" Jackson nickname)

Did 50 not trust his own Gut and say forget everyone with this real hip-hop thing... I have a philosophy and formula that if followed, artists become plat level successes?

Why are Mary and 50 getting the credit for this joint and not Mobb (However with this you can never under-estimate the level Bias and hate SOHH has for G-Unit and Game)?

I don't know the answers to these questions yet. I am not ready to put this at 50's feet right now until more information surface.

myspace.com/idubya11

love u Christina...keep ur head up against the wind of all these haters..

and 'Say I' isnt a tweak of 'Hate it or Love It'...its sampling the Ojays 'Backstabbers'.....GET IT RIGHT!

Sohh I am still waiting.

I would not want people to think you condone Racism.

Are you going to step up to the PLATE and delete Ken's racist comment or are Ken's racist comments sweet music your ears?

love u Christina...keep ur head up against the wind of all these haters..

and 'Say I' isnt a tweak of 'Hate it or Love It'...its sampling the Ojays 'Backstabbers'.....GET IT RIGHT!

Posted by: Shaft at May 1, 2006 02:52 PM

Yes it does sound like " Hate it or love it"

If you really listen to music you can tell that everything (except the sample) has been used again.

What u do skim thru music?
GET IT RIGHT.lol

WTF is Right.

SOHH where is the Administrative leadership?

Delete the K.A.'s racism so people can really discuss the topic that you posted.

I mean don't you administrators miss the Game and 50 supporters tearing each other a part. I mean everyone knows how much you guys hate 50 and Game. If you delete Kenny'd foolishness you can have your Game-50 beef full blown.

Now I know that is appealing to you.

WTF is Right.

SOHH where is the Administrative leadership?

Delete the K.A.'s racism so people can really discuss the topic that you posted.

I mean don't you administrators miss the Game and 50 supporters tearing each other a part. I mean everyone knows how much you guys hate 50 and Game. If you delete Kenny'd foolishness you can have your Game-50 beef full blown.

Now I know that is appealing to you.

Tight track, stop hating and shut da fuck up with all that music critic bullshit !!! BloodMoney tomorrow !!! Period !!! New York stand up !!!

That's a good look Homie. Thanks for getting us back on topic.

O.K. I am going to take the Bait.

Why wouldn't I not be critical, homie. I thought you New Yorkers were done with G-Unit anyway. I thought New York was done Mobb after Jay Z hit em Up something real nice.

I am a Mobb fan. I truthful when I say I don't know if 50 is the blame.

If the CD sells big this will defy marketing and change as we know it forever. Basically I see that marketing effort of Blood Money as pitiful, especially for a G-Unit artist. I mean we all know there is little you do about the push backs but the other stuff we do have more control over.

I mean who's idea was it to have Havoc start a Public Beef with Jesus. I saw a headline in the Grocery store yesterday I think it was on XXL where it's referencing Havoc beefing with Jesus. Is this smart marketing move to do in a Christian Nation (whether people are truely following or not who wants to sihn on to a beef with Jesus).

Homie, this product looks like its in trouble.

I went to undergraduate in NYC. I still spend alot time up there. In fact it was when I was in school was when I became I mobb Deep fan. But Homie, you can't feel good about their status on the eve of the release.

Like almost all of us I heard the leak and at best the most I can say is it decent but not crazy. That was not what we were promised. We were promised fire.

All I am saying is that it might not be 50's fault if the joint flops.

It does not appears that the 50 formula was followed like it was for 50, Game, Banks and Buck. The only failure on 50 resume with this formula is Yayo. But we don't need to discuss him becaus ehe only got on because he is 50's man. Without 50 he would have never been signed to anyone so you can almost excuse that G-Unit effort.

Mobb Deep recieved criticism as sell outs for signing with G-Unit. What I am saying is that in an effort to show everyone that were not following the 50's formula that perhaps that strategy failed them.

I don't like 50 as an MC and I hate his politics. I also don't think he is Hip Hop. However I tremendously admire his business intelligence.

The primary question is if the joint flops and let face it it, look like it will; what went wrong?

If it sells like crazy then brand someone in that camp truely a marketing Genuis.

Christina can I fuck you just once? Please?! Can I at least just bust one on your pretty litle face?

I stand corrected.

Prodigy was headlined as beefing with Jesus. But again who wants to sign on to a beef with Jesus.

I love Rakim and Nas; however if I see a headline that they're are beefing with Moses of Muhammad I am out.

This product got handle badly. From Put Em they Place to animated video to Prodigy Beefin with Jesus. No Dre Tracks was a problem.

WHo is the Blame.

50's history shows that he handles his artist much better that what I see here.

By the way Shakeem I think you are on to something there?

I stand corrected.

Prodigy was headlined as beefing with Jesus. But again who wants to sign on to a beef with Jesus.

I love Rakim and Nas; however if I see a headline that they're are beefing with Moses of Muhammad I am out.

This product got handle badly. From Put Em they Place to animated video to Prodigy Beefin with Jesus. No Dre Tracks was a problem.

WHo is the Blame.

50's history shows that he handles his artist much better that what I see here.

By the way Shakeem I think you are on to something there.

Yo this song is garbage, and recycled one of my beats off the 1st infanntry album with prodigy and NAs called tic toc. SH8t is whack and just Mary is on a joint doesn't make it hot, listen game's album, anyway , Blood Money is a brick, Prodigy should not be allowed to talk any gangsta sh*t seeing as though he was on the summer jam screen in a tuttu and never handled the N8gga that put him on blast, I don't want to hear nothing about sqaushed beef, HOV murdered your career and you sound real corny still talking that tuff guy ish. On another note interscope has a;lready bought 150,000 copies to assure nice numbers the first week. Stick a fork in the MOBB they 're dUNN!!

D's Right.

D they get me all the time.

They deleted me earlier today.

However, just as you said they let white racist run rampant on here. When someone like me or you or some one else go to go to blow these dumb white racist cowards out the frame we get deleted.

If Blacks are running this than you are 100 percent right. Deleting us is an Uncle Tom House Nigger Act.

Kenneth this is the only time I'm ever going to respond to your posts and put this on the record..your opinions do not reflect those of the majority of white people especially the white people who love hip hop and the hip hop culture and post on this site - people like myself for instance. I'm Canadian and from the burbs, most of my friends are white, my high school was mostly white and my best friend is Hapa (half white half Japanese) so I'm pretty much as white as they come, but I have to say I don't agree with anything you've ever posted on here. I'm still hoping that you're just some immature kid who thinks this is all funny and are just trying to get a rise out of people and will eventually realize how ignorant and stupid you sound, because if you're serious I hope you catch the beating of your life. Get the fuck off sohh.com and quit posting on here, nobody wants to hear your garbage and it's fucks like you that are slowing down the process of tolerance and continuing the biggest fuck-up in history that is racism in your country. I can't say it's perfect up here in Canada but I can say there are very few people like you up here; luckily none that I know personally. Basically you need to recognize Kenny boy.

And about that skin colour bullshit you were talking about, for the record, a lot of Bermudians (black, white, light skinned, dark skinned) come to Canada for university and there's a huge Bermudian population at the school I go to. Now I don't know about anywhere else but most of the dark skinned girls I know at school are gorgeous, some of them I would call perfect 10s..again just for the record haha

^^^^well said^^^^

Christina milian is the best and her cd proved it

PEOPLE,PEOPLE!!!!!!

IN ORDER FOR US TO MAKE THIS SITE, THIS WORLD, OR ANYTHING BETTER WE MUST WORK TO CHANGE IT.

LET'S NOT PLACE THE BLAME ON SOHH FOR THERE ONE-SIDED WAYS.

LET'S NOT BLAME KENNETH FOR HIS CRITISM OR INTOLERANCE.

IGNORE THE IGNORANT!

TO SOHH:

Your site is becoming pretty overwelmed with immature & ignorant people.

It is a complete hipocricy how on one hand you don't condone racism, but on the other you downgrade your own integrity, by letting one person ruin a total site.

I've seen other people's comments taken down that were less disturbing than this gentlemen Kenneth.

My only question is....Do you care?

You see, that is an infinite question.

When I say do you care it could mean care about hip-hop,your race, supporters that grant you a check every week?

I WANT YOU TO READ THIS COMMENT PEOPLE.

IF YOU FEEL THAT WHAT I SAID IS TRUE & IT IS TAKEN DOWN, THEN WELL.........THERE LIES THE TRUTH.

Lol!!! ^^^^^ U better watch out Kenny!!!

Why should race be an issue in the first place??? Who gives a fuck what you are??? My parents are from Trinidad and i am so completely mixed that you cant really tell what i am....i am technically just there....growing up in my house i didnt know bout race tll middle school...but its so generic...what do you do when the only boxes to check are White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, or Native American, and you are four of those five???? i used to make my own box.....seriously....i think people stay stuck on color becuase they are afraid to move on.....they are stuck on color because deep down they want an identity seperate from the rest....while the world changes we all becme more and more mixed so why keep it up???? Why use color as an excuse....sure we have many poor blacks in DC where i live....but shit there are mad poor whites 15 minutes south of the city....i mean come the fuck on...its really gettin outta hand....if people would just let shit go and move forward there would be no way that we could ever go back....SIMPLE

kenneth we gonna fuck you up bigtime

What you folks don't understand is that SOHH is not a top tier company. They're pretty much at the bottom of the barrel with all the sticky stuff. A low quality company means low quality administration.

"I am only telling the truth, this is what white America has been thinking from day one. Black people need to wake up and realize that they are in the minority and it is only because they allow themselves to stay in a repetitive state."
^^^^^^
Black people are the minority because there is less of them idiot. Unless you expect them to start reproducing at a rate that is impossible by humans it will remain that way for some time. And I'm sure black people are reminded that they are in the minority when they are unjustly discriminated against by people like you every day.

"SOHH.com may be a hip-hop website but it is a hip-hop website relative to black culture. Stop worrying about hip-hop and start worrying about issues that are affecting your community like colorism, HIV/AIDS and VIOLENCE THROUGH HIP-HOP MUSIC."
^^^^^
You just contradicted yourself. If it's a hip hop website relative to black culture, why would we stop worrying about hip hop. If you knew anything about real hip hop (and stop bringing up G-Unit, they are NOT true hip hop or anywhere close to it) you would know that the black community is concious of these things and that they are also very important topics to black people, too important to be brought up on any site with a blog about Cristina Milian, there are other forums for such topics. SCHOOL and HOME for example. Nobody is trying to hear that on here.
"No one has even come close to answering my important questions, you continue to ignore and that is why you will continue to be labeled the most ignorant race in mankind's history."
^^^^^^
Labeled by who? You? You're living in the past, just like a lot of white people and you are scared of change. That's why I am sad to say that we white people are without a doubt the most ignorant race in history.

"I (an educated white man) am not doing this to be funny or dramatic."
^^^^^
You may have gone to any school in the world but no matter what you are NOT educated. Anyone who is stuck in your point of view is far from educated and if you can't look at a situation from two different sides than your REAL LIFE education is lacking. I don't consider myself an "educated white man", I'm only 20 and just finished my second year of university, but at least I'm not an ignorant (look up the definition to that word by the way, you constantly misuse it) racist white man like yourself.

Don't pay Kenneth any attention, he is so confused. He wish he was black, I mean who wouldn't want to be black? We can grow up in the hood and then go into the suberbs take over and run every white trash out. I can go to lunch with all whites and be myself and feel comfortable, let a white person be around all blacks they get all nervous and shit they they try to talk and act like us to fit in. White people look like RAW CHICKEN and don't let them get wet it's curtains that's when the dogs come out. They all tan to look more like us, increase lip size, get butt implants why to be like us. We are black and beauitful and we are ruling the world right now. I Thank God everyday that I'm black. This has always been a true statement. A black person can be broke all day but have a nice clean house, nice car, dress nice kids look great. Let a white person be broke hell they buy their whole wardrobe at Walmart, live in a trailer drive a raggedy ass station wagon, no teeth, dirty ass feet and hair they act like they can't manage unless they are rich. So Kenneth Shut yo dumb wanna be black ass up before you get clowned again. Raw chicken, lice haven, dog smellin ass.

all i have to say is when christina gets it she wont stop getting it iam i n love cuz

Are you really quoting Nas?? I don't think Nas would appreciate you doing that, especially on your view of black people. How about you quote someone of your own category, like Hitler. Yep perfect fit...

who cares what NAS thinks Shotty Red?!!!!!!

Y are you sucking Nas's DICK?

He's married or didn t u kno??@

The Devoted Friend

One morning the old Water-rat put his head out of his hole. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers, and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, and their mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the water.
'You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,' she kept saying to them; and every now and then she showed them how it was done. But the little ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage it is to be in society at all.
'What disobedient children!' cried the old Water-rat; 'they really deserve to be drowned.'
'Nothing of the kind,' answered the Duck, 'every one must make a beginning, and parents cannot be too patient.'
'Ah! I know nothing about the feelings of parents,' said the Water-rat; 'I am not a family man. In fact, I have never been married, and I never intend to be. Love is all very well in its way, but friendship is much higher. Indeed, I know of nothing in the world that is either nobler or rarer than a devoted friendship.'
'And what, pray, is your idea of the duties of a devoted friend?' asked a Green Linnet, who was sitting in a willow-tree hard by, and had overheard the conversation.
'Yes, that is just what I want to know,' said the Duck, and she swam away to the end of the pond, and stood upon her head, in order to give her children a good example.
'What a silly question!' cried the Water-rat. 'I should expect my devoted friend to be devoted to me, of course.'
'And what would you do in return?' said the little bird, swinging upon a silver spray, and flapping his tiny wings.
'I don't understand you,' answered the Water-rat.
'Let me tell you a story on the subject,' said the Linnet.
'Is the story about me?' asked the Water-rat. If so, I will listen to it, for I am extremely fond of fiction.'
'It is applicable to you,' answered the Linnet; and he flew down, and alighting upon the bank, he told the story of The Devoted Friend.
'Once upon a time,' said the Linnet, 'there was an honest little fellow named Hans.'
'Was he very distinguished?' asked the Water-rat.

'No,' answered the Linnet, 'I don't think he was distinguished at all, except for his kind heart, and his funny round good-humoured face. He lived in a tiny cottage all by himself, and every day he worked in his garden. In all the country-side there was no garden so lovely as his. Sweet-william grew there, and Gilly-flowers, and Shepherds'-purses, and Fair-maids of France. There were damask Roses, and yellow Roses, lilac Crocuses, and gold, purple Violets and white. Columbine and Ladysmock, Marjoram and Wild Basil, the Cowslip and the Flower-de-luce, the Daffodil and the Clove-Pink bloomed or blossomed in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower's place, so that there were always beautiful things to look at, and pleasant odours to smell.
'Little Hans had a great many friends, but the most devoted friend of all was big Hugh the Miller. Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller to little Hans, that he [Hans] would never go by his garden without leaning over the wall and plucking a large nosegay, or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with plums and cherries if it was the fruit season.
'"Real friends should have everything in common," the Miller used to say, and little Hans nodded and smiled, and felt very proud of having a friend with such noble ideas.
'Sometimes, indeed, the neighbours thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave little Hans anything in return, though he had a hundred sacks of flour stored away in his mill, and six milk cows, and a large stock of woolly sheep; but Hans never troubled his head about these things, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things the Miller used to say about the unselfishness of true friendship.
'So little Hans worked away in his garden. During the spring, the summer, and the autumn he was very happy, but when the winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to bring to the market, he suffered a good deal from cold and hunger, and often had to go to bed without any supper but a few dried pears or some hard nuts. Jn the winter, also, he was extremely lonely, as the Miller never came to see him then.
'"There is no good in my going to see little Hans as long as the snow lasts," the Miller used to say to his wife, "for when people are in trouble they should be left alone, and not be bothered by visitors. That at least is my idea about friendship, and I am sure I am right. So I shall wait till the spring comes, and then I shall pay him a visit, and he will be able to give me a large basket of primroses, and that will make him so happy."

"You are certainly very thoughtful about others," answered the Wife, as she sat in her comfortable armchair by the big pinewood fire; "very thoughtful indeed. It is quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship. I am sure the clergyman himself could not say such beautiful things as you do, though he does live in a three-storied house, and wears a gold ring on his little finger."
'"But could We not ask little Hans up here?" said the Miller's youngest son. "If poor Hans is in trouble I will give him half my porridge, and show him my white rabbits."
"What a silly boy you are!" cried the Miller; "I really don't know what is the use of sending you to school. You seem not to learn anything. Why, if little Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, and our good supper, and our great cask of red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody's nature. I certainly will not allow Hans's nature to be spoiled. I am his best friend, and I will always watch over him, and see that he is not led into any temptations. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me to let him have some flour on credit, and that I could not do. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they should not be confused. Why, the words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that."
'"How well you talk!" said the Miller's Wife, pouring herself out a large glass of warm ale; "really I feel quite drowsy. It is just like being in church."
"Lots of people act well," answered the Miller; "but very few people talk well, which shows that talking is much the more difficult thing of the two, and much the finer thing also;" and he looked sternly across the table at his little son, who felt so ashamed of himself that he hung his head down, and grew quite scarlet, and began to cry into his tea. However, he was so young that you must excuse him.'
'Is that the end of the story?' asked the Water-rat.
'Certainly not,' answered the Linnet, that is the beginning.
'Then you are quite behind the age,' said the Water-rat. 'Every good story-teller nowadays starts with the end, and then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the middle. That is the new method. I heard all about it the other day from a critic who was walking round the pond with a young man. He spoke of the matter at great length, and I am sure he must have been right, for he had blue spectacles and a bald head, and whenever the young man made any remark, he always answered "Pooh!" But pray go on with your story. I like the Miller immensely. I have all kinds of beautiful sentiments myself, so there is a great sympathy between us.

'Well,' said the Linnet, hopping now on one leg and now on the other, 'as soon as the winter was over, and the primroses began to open their pale yellow stars, the Miller said to his wife that he would go down and see little Hans.
'"Why, what a good heart you have!" cried his wife; "you are always thinking of others. And mind you take the big basket with you for the flowers."
'So the Miller tied the sails of the windmill together with a strong iron chain, and went down the hill with the basket on his arm.
'"Good morning, little Hans," said the Miller.
'"Good morning," said Hans, leaning on his spade, and smiling from ear to ear.
'"And how have you been all the winter?" said the Miller. "Well, really," cried Hans, "it is very good of you to ask, very good indeed. I am afraid I had rather a hard time of it, but now the spring has come, and I am quite happy, and all my flowers are doing well."
'"We often talked of you during the winter, Hans," said the Miller, "and wondered how you were getting on."
'"That was kind of you," said Hans; "I was half afraid you had forgotten me."
'"Hans, I am surprised at you," said the Miller; "friendship never forgets. That is the wonderful thing about it, but I am afraid you don't understand the poetry of life. How lovely your primroses are looking, by-the-by!"
'"They are certainly very lovely," said Hans, "and it is a most lucky thing for me that I have so many. I am going to bring them into the market and sell them to the Burgomaster's daughter, and buy back my wheelbarrow with the money."
'"Buy back your wheelbarrow? You don't mean to say you have sold it? What a very stupid thing to do!"
'"Well, the fact is," said Hans, "that I was obliged to. You see the winter was a very bad time for me, and I really had no money at all to buy bread with. So I first sold the silver buttons off my Sunday coat, and then I sold my silver chain, and then I sold my big pipe, and at last I sold my wheelbarrow. But I am going to buy them all back again now."
'"Hans," said the Miller, "I will give you my wheelbarrow. It is not in very good repair; indeed, one side is gone, and there is something wrong with the wheel-spokes; but in spite of that I will give it to you. I know it is very generous of me, and a great many people would think me extremely foolish for parting with it, but I am not like the rest of the world. I think that generosity is the essence of friendship, and, besides, I have got a new wheelbarrow for myself. Yes, you may set your mind at ease, I will give you my wheelbarrow."

'"Well, really, that is generous of you," said little Hans, and his funny round face glowed all over with pleasure. "I can easily put it in repair, as I have a plank of wood in the house."
'"A plank of wood" said the Miller; "why, that is just what I want for the roof of my barn. There is a very large hole in it, and the corn will all get damp if I don't stop it up. How lucky you mentioned it! It is quite remarkable how one good action always breeds another. I have given you my wheelbarrow, and now you are going to give me your plank. Of course, the wheelbarrow is worth far more than the plank, but true friendship never notices things like that. Pray get it at once, and I will set to work at my barn this very day."
'"Certainly," cried little Hans, and he ran into the shed and dragged the plank out.
'"It is not a very big plank," said the Miller, looking at it, "and I am afraid that after I have mended my barn-roof there won't be any left for you to mend the wheelbarrow with; but, of course, that is not my fault. And now, as I have given you my wheelbarrow, I am sure you would like to give me some flowers in return. Here is the basket, and mind you fill it quite full."
'"Quite full?" said little Hans, rather sorrowfully, for it was really a very big basket, and he knew that if he filled it he would have no flowers left for the market, and he was very anxious to get his silver buttons back.
'"Well, really," answered the Miller, "as I have given you my wheelbarrow, I don't think that it is much to ask you for a few flowers. I may be wrong, but I should have thought that friendship, true friendship, was quite free from selfishness of any kind."
'"My dear friend, my best friend," cried little Hans, "you are welcome to all the flowers in my garden. I would much sooner have your good opinion than my silver buttons, any day;" and he ran and plucked all his pretty primroses, and filled the Miller's basket.
'"Good-bye, little Hans," said the Miller, as he went up the hill with the plank on his shoulder, and the big basket in his hand.
'"Good-bye," said little Hans, and he began to dig away quite merrily, he was so pleased about the wheelbarrow.

'The next day he was nailing up some honeysuckle against the porch, when he heard the Miller's voice calling to him from the road. So he jumped off the ladder, and ran down the garden, and looked over the wall.
'There was the Miller with a large sack of flour on his back.
'"Dear little Hans," said the Miller, "would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?"
'"Oh, I am so sorry," said Hans,"but I am really very busy to-day. I have got all my creepers to nail up, and all my flowers to water, and all my grass to roll."
'"Well, really," said the Miller, "I think that, considering that I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, it is rather unfriendly of you to refuse."
'"Oh, don't say that," cried little Hans, "I wouldn't be unfriendly for the whole world;" and he ran in for his cap, and trudged off with the big sack on his shoulders.
'It was a very hot day, and the road was terribly dusty, and before Hans had reached the sixth milestone he was so tired that he had to sit down and rest. However, he went on bravely, and at last he reached the market. After he had waited there some time, he sold the sack of flour for a very good price, and then he returned home at once, for he was afraid that if he stopped too late he might meet some robbers on the way.
"It has certainly been a hard day," said little Hans to himself as he was going to bed, "but I am glad I did not refuse the Miller, for he is my best friend, and, besides, he is going to give me his wheelbarrow."
'Early the next morning the Miller came down to get the money for his sack of flour, but little Hans was so tired that he was still in bed.
'"Upon my word," said the Miller, "you are very lazy. Really, considering that I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, I think you might work harder. Idleness is a great sin, and I certainly don't like any of my friends to be idle or sluggish. You must not mind my speaking quite plainly to you. Of course I should not dream of doing so if I were not your friend. But what is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means? Anybody can say charming things and try to please and to flatter, but a true friend always says unpleasant things, and does not mind giving pain. Indeed, if he is a really true friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he is doing good."

'"I am very sorry," said little Hans, rubbing his eyes and pulling off his night-cap, "but I was so tired that I thought I would lie in bed for a little time, and listen to the birds singing. Do you know that I always work better after hearing the birds sing?"
'"Well, I am glad of that," said the Miller, clapping little Hans on the back, "for I want you to come up to the mill as soon as you are dressed, and mend my barn-roof for me."
'Poor little Hans was very anxious to go and work in his garden, for his flowers had not been watered for two days, but he did not like to refuse the Miller, as he was such a good friend to him.
'"Do you think it would be unfriendly of me if I said I was busy?" he inquired in a shy and timid voice.
'"Well, really," answered the Miller, "I do not think it is much to ask of you, considering that I am going to give you my wheelbarrow; but of course if you refuse I will go and do it myself."
'"Oh! on no account," cried little Hans; and he jumped out of bed, and dressed himself, and went up to the barn.
'He worked there all day long, till sunset, and at sunset the Miller came to see how he was getting on.
'"Have you mended the hole in the roof yet, little Hans?" cried the Miller in a cheery voice.
'"It is quite mended," answered little Hans, coming down the ladder.
'"Ah!" said the Miller, "there is no work so delightful as the work one does for others."
'"It is certainly a great privilege to hear you talk," answered little Hans, sitting down and wiping his forehead, "a very great privilege. But I am afraid I shall never have such beautiful ideas as you have."
'"Oh! they will come to you," said the Miller, "but you must take more pains. At present you have only the practice of friendship; some day you will have the theory also."
'"Do you really think I shall?" asked little Hans.
'"I have no doubt of it," answered the Miller; "but now that you have mended the roof, you had better go home and rest, for I want you to drive my sheep to the mountain to-morrow."
'Poor little Hans was afraid to say anything to this, and early the next morning the Miller brought his sheep round to the cottage, and Hans started off with them to the mountain. It took him the whole day to get there and back; and when he returned he was so tired that he went off to sleep in his chair, and did not wake up till it was broad daylight.

'"What a delightful time I shall have in my garden," he said, and he went to work at once.
'But somehow he was never able to look after his flowers at all, for his friend the Miller was always coming round and sending him off on long errands, or getting him to help at the mill. Little Hans was very much distressed at times, as he was afraid his flowers would think he had forgotten them, but he consoled himself by the reflection that the Miller was his best friend. "Besides," he used to say, "he is going to give me his wheelbarrow, and that is an act of pure generosity."
'So little Hans worked away for the Miller, and the Miller said all kinds of beautiful things about friendship, which Hans took down in a note-book, and used to read over at night, for he was a very good scholar.
'Now it happened that one evening little Hans was sitting by his fireside when a loud rap came at the door. It was a very wild night, and the wind was blowing and roaring round the house so terribly that at first he thought it was merely the storm. But a second rap came, and then a third, louder than either of the others.
'"It is some poor traveller," said little Hans to himself, and he ran to the door.
'There stood the Miller with a lantern in one hand and a big stick in the other.
'"Dear little Hans," cried the Miller, "I am in great trouble. My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I am going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it is such a bad night, that it has just occurred to me that it would be much better if you went instead of me. You know I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, and so it is only fair that you should do something for me in return."
'"Certainly," cried little Hans, "I take it quite as a compliment your coming to me, and I will start off at once. But you must lend me your lantern, as the night is so dark that I am afraid I might fall into the ditch."
'"I am very sorry," answered the Miller, "but it is my new lantern, and it would be a great loss to me if anything happened to it."
'"Well, never mind, I will do without it," cried little Hans, and he took down his great fur coat, and his warm scarlet cap, and tied a muffler round his throat, and started off.

'What a dreadful storm it was! The night was so black that little Hans could hardly see, and the wind was so strong that he could scarcely stand. However, he was very courageous, and after he had been walking about three hours, he arrived at the Doctor's house, and knocked at the door.
'"Who is there?"' cried the Doctor, putting his head out of his bedroom window.
'"Little Hans, Doctor."
'"What do you want, little Hans?"
'"The Miller's son has fallen from a ladder, and has hurt himself, and the Miller wants you to come at once."
'"All right!" said the Doctor; and he ordered his horse, and his big boots, and his lantern, and came downstairs, and rode off in the direction of the Miller's house, little Hans trudging behind him.
'But the storm grew worse and worse, and the rain fell in torrents, and little Hans could not see where he was going, or keep up with the horse. At last he lost his way, and wandered off on the moor, which was a very dangerous place, as it was full of deep holes, and there poor little Hans was drowned. His body was found the next day by some goatherds, floating in a great pool of water, and was brought back by them to the cottage. 'Everybody went to little Hans's funeral, as he was so popular, and the Miller was the chief mourner.
'"As I was his best friend," said the Miller, "it is only fair that I should have the best place;" so he walked at the head of the procession in a long black cloak, and every now and then he wiped his eyes with a big pocket-handkerchief.
'"Little Hans is certainly a great loss to every one," said the Blacksmith, when the funeral was over, and they were all seated comfortably in the inn, drinking spiced wine and eating sweet cakes.
'"A great loss to me at any rate," answered the Miller; "why, I had as good as given him my wheelbarrow, and now I really don't know what to do with it. It is very much in my way at home, and it is in such bad repair that I could not get anything for it if I sold it. I will certainly take care not to give away anything again. One always suffers for being generous."
'Well?' said the Water-rat, after a long pause. 'Well, that is the end,' said the Linnet.
'But what became of the Miller?' asked the Water-rat. 'Oh! I really don't know,' replied the Linnet, 'and I am sure that I don't care.'

'It is quite evident then that you have no sympathy in your nature,' said the Water-rat.
'I am afraid you don't quite see the moral of the story,' remarked the Linnet.
'The what?' screamed the Water-rat.
'The moral.'
'Do you mean to say that the story has a moral?'
'Certainly,' said the Linnet.
'Well, really,' said the Water-rat, in a very angry manner, 'I think you should have told me that before you began. If you had done so, I certainly would not have listened to you; in fact, I should have said "Pooh," like the critic. However, I can say it now;' so he shouted out 'Pooh' at the top of his voice, gave a whisk with his tail, and went back into his hole.
'And how do you like the Water-rat?' asked the Duck, who came paddling up some minutes afterwards. 'He has a great many good points, but for my own part I have a mother's feelings, and I can never look at a confirmed bachelor without the tears coming into my eyes.'
'I am rather afraid that I have annoyed him,' answered the Linnet. 'The fact is, that I told him a story with a moral.
'Ah! that is always a very dangerous thing to do,' said the Duck.
And I quite agree with her.

Ummmm, for one my comment was for Kenneth, and just because I said what I said doesn't mean im "sucking his dick", doesn't mean I wanna be his groupie. You got some real issues pal. Lets grow up first and then talk to me when you have something intelligent to say okay hun. Great! Thanks!

Oh and one more thing...S-H-A-W-T-Y. Let's write that down on a piece of paper, so you get it right next time you address me. =)

Wait a minute guys. This is a free country, and as much as I hate to admit it Kenneth Ackerman has a right to post whatever the hell he wants. This is what they did to the 2 Live Crew in the early '90s. Censorship is not only illegal, it is un-American. So please, if you don't like Ackerman's comments, just scroll past them like Shakeem. How would you guys feel if they started censoring you guys' posts because you said something "controversial". Now I'm a proud black man, but I realize that censorship is a slippery slope.

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