Got up, Stood Up
Rode in Joe’s sexy, sexy Camaro, lovin that sweet eye candy
its true that automobile is one sweat piece of ass, but its no Randy
smellin the soul of a true cuban stick,
Joe repeating himself again and again, made me call him a prick
Its true, Big Joe himself showed his ass up at my place and tossed me in his hoe on wheels, with the promise of good cruisin. Glided across the pave to Medium Joe’s house. Now I know most of you have no idea who im talkin about, but Medium Joe is the dude who came to school on the last day sportin the pimp ass silk suit, with the slick top hat and all that shiz. David Lorraine there tambien, jus another chill ass bia to add to my book. mmm hmm. Good times.
Last day of school was yessaday, I took pics, I took no shit, I took the day off, and I took sugah wiff me :D. Got me a pic with myrussian buddies, got me a pic wiff my sugah, ate the green, and got in between with Grande Joe, that lil pimp alex sanchez almost consumed my camera, I got quality time with the roach, I got actual molage, I mean footage of my spanish teacher and the unborn fetus on her face, I got down with Mr. Terry and I got my PINK SLIP, yeh das right bitches, ill be drivin on your mommas bumper perty soon.
So that was than, today is today, and know what I did tooday? I slept. Till noon, and than I hit the snoozer and slept lika boozer till 2, woke up a lil groggy and thought about what I wanted to do. Dig the rhyme another time :D. You have no idea how much watermelon I have consumed today…and ya know they make that shit seedless now? Wowzers meng…I bet its all genetically…”enhanced” watch me acquire the ability to turn into any fruit I want or something…crazy…Yeh And than Cahill shows up sportin his bumpin ride. Yeh boiii, than he shows me this shit that was hiding in the trunk! Shit son, you could dry your clothes on somethin like that..or..have..bean races.Yessir…bean races..
Funny pictures:
Talented Rodents – Compton Ass Ride – Asian Kid Eater – Fat Man onna boat…with…hand ears – Hardcore Monster Porn – Nick Brady and Leo Grill III – Monkey Luvahs – Tard Ref – Angry Ogars – not so super when hes under my tire – Randy as a child.
Oh and I updated the photos section, and I plan on updating the site more cause its summer, or maybe I’ll update it less whoooo knowsss. Also, I want sommore gerd affiliates so if your interested be sure to e-mail me at [email protected]. Laters players.
And Brady Said:
My heavens low but the songs the same
seems I’m always looking when I hear your name
you’ve been away but don’t leave this side
seen all of your faces you’ve tried to hide
Yeh it was a crazy party at Leo’s, yeah it was insane and dramatic, and thats more barf than I’d seen in a long time, thanks to reminding me what chunks looked like babe. 😀 Yes indeed. Well I’m not gonna say anything more bout what happend, if you think you missed out, I’m sure brotha dawkness will be havin another “get together” sooner than later. One thing I really remember bout that night was how much my friends were there. So before I go on I gotta give props to the following buds:
Meg
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you soooooo much for lookin after my girl, thank you for holding the bucket, thank you for reasuring the bajeesus outta me, thank you for makin sure we left ok, thank you for bein the great person you is.
Clinton
I don’t remember what you did, but I remember being hella grateful, cause you some kinda pimp Mr. Clinton, yes indeed. Yes…indeed.
Randy and Tom
The bouncers, thanks for offering your service, means a lot, thank you Tom for showing me anything is possible if you put your smoke on it. In case you don’t know what I’m talkin bout, Tom ripped the fuck outta the bitches jay till it was deader than the roach we lit on fire. And in case that didn’t make sense to you, lemme jus re-iterate, Tom repeatedly inhaled the marijuana cigarette until it was deemed “unsmokeable” by his peers. Randy who showed me pimps don’t need pimp juice or pimp sticks to have a pimp times. G’times fellers.
Anyway, that was Saturday right? Yessir I think it was, Sunday I got my axe back frerm me pops, and if you know shit about shit, you will notice that its a 1967 Fender Telecaster, kind of like the Marilyn Monroe of the guitar world, “beauty is timeless my friend.”
Now any sane person knows to stay away from the weirdo freaks in the jogging community who come out sportin the lemon-ish reflective from head to toe speed suit. However, I think I mighta one-upped those guys, cause I come home and see some kinda blue getup on my desk, so naturally I try it on, and proclaim myself : BLUE BULLET!!
Yeah enough of that jibba jabba. Now I gots to give yas what yall dun been waitin for. Matthew Eberts Hella Crazy Car Crash.
Cruisin down the alameda in his ’04
jockin the jocks and gropin his friend moes
he was goin to Brady’s to get the scoop, with his apparatus on the side of his hoop
but den, but den he dun HELLA flipped his shit
g’lord, g’luck that his friggin paw was the only thing he hella hit
good thing he had the good insurance and is invulnerable to being scammed
too bad this fatty truck was the one thing he rammed
Yeh, and jus so ya’ll be knowin, wasnt my boy Eeb’s drivin the automobile that was clearly decimated, twas his boy, who is my boy through the great chain of being…Anyhizzle, their both ok, but the cars still in the hospital. And thats the end of that chapter.
