Press the Presses!
Read up bias, count how many times you see my name in the Local High School Paper. If you can count like me, you’ll see that my name appears over seven thousand times. Im not really saying much important stuff, but uh its cool to be well liked nonetheless. And uh…yeh Imma mommahugger too , damn right bia. Yeh, and TOMMOROWS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!! Gotta make my final cuts, and maybe take Rubi-roo’s mole home, wrapped in napkin, kinda like that roach we lit on fire :D.
Thats all for now folks, till than I’m your local bia that gets featured in all the papers. Toodles.
Im hungaree too Maury!
Nonna Dem Can Stoppa Da Times
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.
Be sure to visit the site tommorow for the epic tale of Matt Eberts gnarly radical bodacious car crash!
Oh… and am I the man? DUHRRRRRR
Oh… and am I the man? DUHRRRRRR
Bittle Lit B-Z
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
Heres your inspiration to comment:
Headlights Pointed at the Dawn
Frrriday, its close to midnight, somethin izza lerkin in the night, and in case ya dint know, those paira floating boobs belong to none other than NASTY NATE himself! Yep. Brotha Dawkness did come over to spend the night, fresh fromma another loss on the baseball field, aint thatta shame (6W – 8L) for the Aragonian Donians. Damn shame. So of course me and Leo, are jus chillin and gellin like felons, inspiration strikes! While Leo was busy checkin out the Mr. Dep foldout I got miss Molly on the phone so we could all catcha flick. Now as everyone knows, Eebs was the man who showed me the light that is “Kill Bill”, so naturally we were more than obligated to invite him, so we called the pucka, not twice but THRICE yet he failed to pick up because, he was NAPPING. So I ask you, I ask you the people of NBHQ, was it us our him that blew it? Eh? Eh?? Yeah thash right, he snoozed, but we felt bad nonetheless. Did I mention we saw “Kill Bill 2” without em? Yeh..harsh but true.
Of course we met up with him after, cause heeza sav, and he jus drives like that. Some drama downtown too, hella cop cars pulled next to the licky store, we asked the nearest rasta what the haps were, said some cat hadda mac on the side of his hoop, so we hadda bounce like mad bouncers.
Fellow San Mateo-ians, you ever notice how early shit closes? Tryin to get some grub after the flick proved to be a bitch anda half, Nachos was closed, Double Rainbow was closed, so we settled fer some frozen pizzas at the safest of ways, and settlin aint to bad. But it can be after Leo “recycles” it. mmm hmmm, I know Leo would like to thank your shit don’t stank.
Pretty chill eatin outside in my HUGE backyard, Eeb was diggin the coke, Leo was diggin Johnny Dep, and I fell asleep too early.
And whats on the menu for tonight? Maybe a lil swim swim? In the wah wah? Ash’ms? Mole – ee? Eeberto? ehh ehh? Wull see, its all up to what my momma say, tommorows mommas day, I washed her van today, me and dawkness, scrubbed it good, than brotha dawkness ran off with the stereo…not cool.. Wull go hug yer mommas, or call em, or visit them in jail, keep ya chins up bias! Love ya mummum
By the way, check Leos bling Blizzle.