Paco’s Days
Pac man, where has the time gone? Three days have come and past, sucks the shit that today had to be our last. Hope you had an ok time stayin herr wiff, I hope the east wing of my estate suited you adequetly. So lets recap our day:
Woke up, at like..noon? I don’t know, maybe that was jus me. 😛 We met up with Leo. Cody strolls in my room and shares his word of the day with me. I happen to disagree with it however, and scolded him harshly. Leo agreed with me and had a little sit down with Sir Paco. Needless to say, Leo was disgusted with Cody’s behavior! Leo had to leave early cause he had a baseball game to lose against Burlingame, sad but true. Dawkness can through a ball though, ya damn right…better than yours..
Anyway, afters Leos tearful departure, Cody and I had the urge for metal. So I pack my axe and we head over to Ebert’s pad. Now anyone who has ever heard me and Ebert play in the same room will tell you he rocks my shit way hardcore-er than me. And he looks lika fucking stud when he plays too, and yes ladies, hes free…very free.
And den, after the rockin was through we got to pingin the pong. It was fun. We practiced safe pinging above all. Eebs watched in horror as I continued to embarass Cody and ping the shit out of his pong. I hope that one day I can achieve the same kind of Ping Pong stardom that Matthew Ebert has achieved. I asked him about the methods to his ping ponging mayhem, he left me with: “Keep it clean”.
Cody and I than were homeward bound, I hopped..
Cody gimped. And den we got home and met up with OH GOOD GOLLY miss Molly. We had malice on the mind and our mind on the CD players we planned on hitting with baseball bats. But I insisted that I get to drive Molly said no because I was a “liability” whatever that means :P. She hits like a sheep anyway. haha jussss kidding Miss Molly. You can still that bendy thing WAY better than I can. Anyway, it was hella windy and my insane hair kept blowin in my face, so I asked Cody if he had a hair tye, but apparently he didn’t this time, so I hadta mooch one offa Molly again. Aint that a kick in the face? Yeh, and Molly swung atta pinecomb. Cody swung at that lil container of lime juice. Oh yeah, than we went in the tunnel
Yeh so after we hit alla dat shiot, we went back inside where Miss Molly challenged me to a battle of the bending, a flex-off, a dousche duel! Physically Molly and I are very much alike, each of us are about 5’3″ give or take and I too went all-state for my cheerleading skills, but she jus has a lil more experience in the field of flexibility. But ya know…I still hella won. And that was that :D.
So than everyone left, and it was jus me and Paco again, and it was time for the main event. Since it was Cody’s last night in the state, I thought I should give him the rubdown with some California love and some California Cookin. He and I ate the following:
>>Triple Decker graham crackers with peanut butter in the middle with whip cream slopped all over.
>>Wootermelon
>>Finger
>>Pizza and Ice Cream
>>Whip Cream
>>More of those graham cracker things
>>More wootermelon
>>Paco Pie
Yeah if your still with me, after readin all that shiot and lookin at all that shiot, Sign this petition to get free period back in high school!!
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.
Year of the Book
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:
And…FRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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
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