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Not Down With HMB

October 18, 2005 7 comments Article Classics

I am not a hateful man, nor am I a one of prejudice, however, I can say without the slightest reservation; I don’t care so much for Half Moon Bay, California. It’s not the pumpkin festivals I don’t like, it’s not that the entire town smells a little bit like fish to me, it’s certainly not the scenery, for Half Moon Bay boasts some beautiful views. I could give two shits for HMB solely because of the entire teenage population that inhabits the Half Crack Basin. You see, it all spawned from a houseparty some time back. Us San Mateo’ians were havin ourselves a fine ol time before Captain Redneck and the barnyard bunch arrived chins bulging with the spittin tobac-ee. I switched into gentlemen mode greeting this alien party-goers with a formal head gesture signifying a “How-do-you-do” it was met with a quick and rather vulgar retort of “Whatever fag.” Before jumbo could empty out his cheek load I was surrounded by pitch-work wielding Half Mooners…Now looking back…I think that not trying to fight was indeed the best decision, if I were brut enough to knock a few pins down I still got the Cletus and his brother to watch out knaw mean? Plus our Russian friend Smirnoff might have played a role in the entire situation. The matter stands. So anyway I bring that up because the other day Joe, Ben & I headed over into enemy territory to look at a automobile canidate for Joe. After sitting in traffic for half an hour because of god damn pumpkin festival we took a gander at the car hopeful, check out the bangin 6 cylinder beast with a family of rats or birds chillin near the nozzle doo-dad and how bout the luxurious interior, too bad for the poor hobo that took a shit and died in it. Good ol Half Moon Bay

On some lighter notes, howza boot some new school shots like showin us how its done, the gals, the pals, the porno stars and the crazy punjabi from Pakistan throwin up Allah knows what.

I listen to Mike Jones, I know who he is, why does he keep giving his phone number out? Mike Jones is lonely.

My shoulder hurts and I am in dire need of some PCP or somethin to alleviate my agony and give me the performing edge over my peers.


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7 comments

  • k-dubb October 18, 2005 at 4:03 pm

    snip snap patty whack

  • K-dubb October 18, 2005 at 4:07 pm

    does this shiet work!!!! anywayse, nbhq ownes you bitch asses

  • Joe October 18, 2005 at 4:24 pm

    yah brah… at least we spent some quality time together on the long road back home.

    What you gonโ€™ do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk?

    and all the damn half moon bay-ans watching me as i shake what my mama gave me. bitches.

  • Brady October 18, 2005 at 4:26 pm

    I like when we sing very much loudly

    how bout that la cumbre eh?

    es la da shit ese

  • pinky October 19, 2005 at 10:24 am

    hick town does suck the nuts

  • brotha dawkness October 22, 2005 at 8:47 am

    hey bitches not being down with HMB its cool wit me fuck those pumkin farming eliterate bitches even thogh im from H-town my heart will be for ever with San Ma-ghetto fo life…lol. pimps up hoes down-I’m out! luv peaz and chicken grease

  • Brady October 22, 2005 at 9:36 am

    God bless the convert ๐Ÿ˜‰

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