Aragon Yearbooks…are very bad…yo I gotta fake I.D. though, and siggies for frizzies! Sign my yearbook and while your down there, check my bad pic ass pic on the FRONT of the sophmore page. Crazyness, insaneness, dawknessness is also on therr wiff me with Dallitos, yaya.
Yeh so its Thursday today, I hate basketball jus as much as I hated it on Monday and Tuesday. Ya know I signed up for the shit by mistake and I got all stuck with it. Im so bad! All awkward and as Nasty Nate put it, “unmofuckin – coordinated” said he din’t know white boys could do ballerina moves. So I guess I can’t be that bad if I’m gettin compliments like that! Wooty Woo! I usually end up strollin down the court and jumpin higher than everyone so I see what its like to touch the ball..mm hmm, its weird cause I wasn’t always this bad 😛 maybe its jus one of those things that goes with time..er hmmm
So I hella ran when I got home, tried to hit up that piece of ass treadmill, shit goes crazy if you run on it for more than like 5 minutes, so I bid it good day, and jet up the street round CSM, forgot how big the campus really is :P. I felted kinda awkward running alone, and I probably looked crazy too, cause I don’t conform to the typical running apparel, I sport the normal shorts anda normal tee, and I pimp the wear I wear em. And baby if crack kills, consider me a murderer. Iono meng, say whatchu want bout the jogging/running crowd, but I say we put those cycler pussies in their place. Werd.
Weekend is lookin pretty good from here, pretty pretty good indeed. Some dawkness? Some Sugah? Ehh ehh??
Wull im beat ese. Props to Ashley:
All is well in NBHQ, roses still smell like boo boo, and holy mother of moses Randy is now a confirmed Jew! Mozzle Taf! It was a mighty event I must say, got to see my main mayonaise RUFF (hes in the middle), its been so long since any of us have seen that peanut head of his. Bia is RIPPED now, gained like 25 pounds of pure man meat, pretty crazy, but I guess thats what 7,000 pushups a night does to ya boobies. Crazy nonetheless. G’times though, got my mingle on. Yesm.
When all was said and confirmed, my dad couldn’t wait to finally strip off his clothes and exhale, and I was horrified to see THIS. Scary shiznit son, who knows what kinda fetus he could be harboring in therrr.
Yeah so that was my Sunday. Today Giovanni made a NBHQ salute, Giovanni style, whatever floats your goat man.
Oh… and am I the man? DUHRRRRRR
Sugahless class, sit on my ass, rigerous rhymes, tangy green limes, splinter shouts taquilla, now I can barely see ya, kissin the floor, drinkin sommore, now where oh where is my dear lenore?
Miss Harbison and I hadta hit up the softball grudge game to show our support, and to make fun of the shitsdale knights. I guess we got their minutes after there was a pretty descent fight, cops and all ( Mateos Finest). Game was good I think, that Amanda Ryder, gets the MVP in my book, g’damn girl can play. Ally was there, not too sure if she knew what was goin on, sall bueno, cause, g’damn, girls knows how to whirl some pom poms, and I dont mean during the game…JUSSSSSS KIDDDINGGGGG Kinda hard to cheer anyway when it was so damn nipply at the time, even my brotha dawkness was feelin the bumps of the goose. Cahill was there tambien, I think he was wearin shorts too, im not sure if his testicles have returned to normal size yet but I will keep everyone informed on his progress. Miss Talbot was there too, prolly cold as shit too, youd think we could get a few warm nights here in Cali Ali, but nopes, were all equipped with nipples that could carve a fucking statue. Yeh whateva.
So from therr, me Eebs, Miss Molly, Dawkness, and some other people? Headed to the house of Shells fer some good times. Shelly wasn’t having the best of times given the circumstances, luckily we had the Eebs to turn that frown upside down with the power of MUSIC, it was a touching moment to say the least. Speaking of touching, how would you like to put your hands on my very own intoxicating concoction that I christened the SAD/HAPPY, indeed, damn good, had like..ice…hoggin the daws ice cream (vanilla), umm what else..? oh those bottled crapachinos that are like 5 bucks a piece, and oh yeh, VANILLA SMIRNOFF, makes ya wanna yick yer yips eh? Yeah you know it hoe.
Alo Superfreaks, freaky geeks, and kinky creeps, you know I’m busy, you hella know it. Not much to report though, I like posting when I got pics to put up herr, but you find me now picless. Damn im tired, not so wired, seemingly inspired. Wull I tend to talk about myself a lot on here, I say we talk about you. The mo puckin PEOPLE of NBHQ.
Talkin bout my boy Randy:
Randy’s my dog, the robin, and the michaelanjelo (when we played ninja turtles). Hes havin his Jewish confirmation soon, and he invited me to go, you know im goin, Randy’s my best friend, known em since preschool, pretty proud of em. Case ya dint know, Im no chia pet, if I had anymore hops I could touch my head on my ceiling when I jump, and easily demolish your scale. Randy on the other hand, is the fucking wall. When we were in preschool I was bigger than him, up until like sixth grade I was way bigger than em. Now hes like maxin out at like 270 (pounds) and flippin freshman upside down for lunch money, g’dam I’m so prouda that guy. Me and Randy meng.
Talkin bout my brotha dawkness:
Known my main mayonaise Leo for some time now, he be cold as ice, and he be lovin the rice. Only homie I know who doesn’t enjoy “his own brand,” kinda weird, but whatever, I dont like his brand either. If it were packaged it’d be like Shitsmellin-albaro’s or shitports. Yaya whatever, you my boy dawkness, you my boy. My brotha dawkness
Talkin bout Shahh-Rahhh Shell Fish:
Shell Fish is the girl for the fellas, shes really nice, the kind you take home to mutha, she aint no supa freak, she on the prowl along with Bobs, cause the guy she was with was a total dick anda half and hes a retarded ogre who gives all of us over 6 feet tall a bad rap. Were not all so bad Shell Fish. Yeah so if you want some Shell Fish for dinner, best hit er up online, get her screen name and directions to her house from me, she keeps the key under the welcome mat, but ya dint hear it from me, stalkers welcome.
Talkin bout the rest of the NBHQ’ers:
Thanks for still comin here, thanks for puttin up with the busyness, thanks for sayin bia…Bia