Tinky Winky!
Consider this a belated but very sincere happy birthday to one of my, and ya better believed we celebrated in style orderin up some bacon wrapped in bacon wrapped in a cube of butter deep fried with ranch for dipping at TGI mutha fuckin F Fridays. I enjoyed the girl to me ratio that night , although I could have done without nasty ass quesidilla that did not agree-a with my tummy nor my bowels. Sick. Other than that though I’ve been takin pics of joe talkin on my old phone, along with lighting those sword weed things on fire on tennis courts late at night. Oh did I mention I made yearbook photo staff? Who woulda thunk that? I guess I got the whole school’s administration on the jock eh? Still liftin the weights, im up to 1…toyota , I keed, I did hit 275 on the bench though which was my goal for the first semester and I am determined to hit 315 by the time I graduate from this zoo.
I spent this past weekend in Pacific Grove, my old roots, watchin my girl win a swim in some cold, bitchy waters, I thought the whole thing was inspirational, I mean…if she can do it why can’t anybody? Why…I bet even this special lil fella could give it a go. In all honesty though I was proud of her, it’s one thing to do the damn thing and swim more than a mile, it’s another to get 2nd place. This pic cracks me up looks like a papparazi shot, she liked this pic cause it looks hallmarky, and it does! Bitches. Click here to see the rest of the pics I took from the weekend Some are in here too.
The next post will be better and beefier, I got the biography page up along with some other ones. Do me a fatty favor and click my adds. Danny Marchette already made my ass more than 15 bucks, thanks ya lil skirt fuck.
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Rest In Peace Nick
SAN MATEO � Seventeen-year-old Nicholas Barron loved cars so much and had such a silver tongue that when his grandmother Marlene Ferrigno went to pick out a Cadillac, he came with her. He picked out everything, from the cherry-red color to the chrome package, and did all the dealing with the car salesman, his mother Gina Barron said.
But cars proved his undoing Saturday night. Barron, a student at Aragon High School, was killed in a car accident shortly after 10 p.m.
“It shouldn’t happen,” his father, Joel Barron, said Sunday.
Nicholas � the youngest of three sons � was driving his older brother Anthony Barron’s 1993 Camaro Z28 westbound on state Highway 92 at between 90 and 100 mph on the night he died, according to the California Highway Patrol.
While speeding, he attempted to merge into the fast lane from the next lane over, police said. He lost control of the car, and it veered right and hit another car driven by a 76-year-old San Mateo man who was traveling at 55 mph. The Camaro kept veering right, drove up a steep embankment and flipped.
Nicholas, who was not wearing a seat belt, was ejected from the car and pronounced dead at the scene. He was driving two friends up to the Crystal Springs Safeway store to meet with other friends, his parents said. The two passengers were wearing seat belts and were treated and released from Stanford Hospital with minor injuries.
The man driving the other car suffered moderate injuries and was also taken to Stanford.
The accident left family and friends bereft of a generous and charismatic young man who could, his grandfather George Barron said, “sell an icebox to an Eskimo.”
His brother, Brandon Barron, recalled going to the dean’s office at Aragon for throwing a piece of clay one day and finding Nicholas there � hanging out with the dean, and skipping class to do so.
Joel Barron said he found an employee for his startup company through his youngest son. He laughed about how well Nicholas played baseball at this year’s Father’s Day picnic, catching with his bare hands and hitting home runs, though he’d never followed his two brothers’ interest in sports. The entire family recalled that Nicholas helped a friend move earlier that day before his shift at Safeway, which ended at 9 p.m.
“He was so comfortable in his own skin,” Gina Barron said.
And then there were the cars. Nicholas got a scooter when he was only 15, and by the time he was 17, he had a huge Dodge Ram pickup that he worked on every week, his friend Ben Blosser said. Nicholas and his brother Anthony liked to trade cars from time to time, switching the sports car for the truck.
Crowds of Nicholas’ friends gathered in front of his home Sunday. They were already wearing shirts with his likeness printed on the front and back.
“He could make anybody smile,” said Tory Freeman, 16.
As of last night, the world has lost one of its brightest beings, Nick Barron was a great friend to me throughout my life, I have known him since Kindergarden, biggest smile, said hi to my mom all the time. If there was ever someone who never deserved something like this, it was Nick. He leaves behind two brothers and two loving parents who could all use your support in this tragic matter. Please show your respect for him by using this buddy icon that can also be found here. Or you can download this wallpaper:
The Fair & The Puppy
No, Tina hasn’t squeezed out any little ones lately, but I did look after a little puppy poodle / cockerspaniel / shitsu this weekend, quite a task to undertake. The little cockapooshit is only a couple weeks old and it’s still nameless, but after it pissed in my girls mouth, I was considering Robert Kelly. Other than that lil incident, the little blacky was quite a hit with the ladies, she wooed Ash and serenaded Em. I was cool with her, she bit the skin on my neck a buncha times, which was a little less than pleasent but who could get mad at a face like this. Long / cute story short, me mum and I are both allergic to the lil mutt so we kicked her little button nose to the curb. That’s the end of that chapter.
Ahhh the annual San Mateo County Fair, home of the footlong corn hunk of ass on a stick, the triangle basketball rim game, and a bunch of cracked out carnies. Now I’ve missed out on a couple years of the local festivities, and from the looks of things, I’ve really been missin out. Shit I done went two nights in a row it was so hoppin! First night with my lovely gal pal, second night with the boys. Thirdly I write full sentences. Beautiful assortment of bovine at the livestock exhibit this time around, not to mention the pork hopefuls, I couldn’t resist reaching down to pet one of the lil oinkers, Eebs preferred his little pony. Meanwhile, Joe was gettin fresh with the ginormous stuffed bunny in the middle of nothing outside. We tried hustlin the hustlers but failed miserably and lost at least 5 bucks a piece on dumbshit carny games. I tried feverishly tryin to win my girl some second rate piece of plush, but the greasy rock fiend carny mocked my efforts. Joe dropped another 10 bills on the most mutant lump of chicken I’ve ever seen on a stick that could barely support the weight. Take notice to the creamy citrusy beverage in his left hand, purchased due to my influence, if you recognize this cup of goodness as an Orange Julius, I wish to be your friend. Orangue Julius’ kick ass.
I’m finally makin hella progess on the new layout, I wanna release before September, no promises, my birthday is on Thursday, should be crackin. Stay tuned, bitches.
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Spent the last couple days in Tahoe again with my lovely girlfriend eatin filet mignon and ridin wave runners, no biggy. We met up with Ash’ms and the rest of her family, and their big nice boat, with two big nice tubes. Tubing was damn fun. Than we upped the antee a bit and busted out the wakeboard. At which point, Ash, Julia, and Danny Boy made me appear in the lamest of ways. I’m not gonna even try to lie, me and gravity arent the best of friends and “graceful” is not a word I would use to describe myself as, espcially when it comes to getting my sasquatch-ass feet inside the footholes made for ordinary humans. When we were through, we stumbled upon a crawdad or two, they’re big, and scared the crawpoop outta julia. Anyway, more steak and cake was eatin and Danny and I failed at giving Julia a dirty sanchez.
Sidekicks are rediculously stupid, however, obscene 3-fingered gestures are not. Pinky should start of his clothing line, one that sells shants exclusively. The crew, more than 20 men strong, ( 40 balls in all ) gathered at the 5 story after most partook in acts not looked fondly upon by college boards and federal authorities, our good friend Umpy was feeling a little “under the weather” and sought sweet relief as he violently hurled mouthful after moutful of the substances that had nauseated the lad. I honestly cannot explain the vileness of the situation, watching the “upchuck” trickle down the side of the 5 story parking garage, floor after floor like a little barf slinky, each chunk glistening in the late night moon light…Nasty
Holy Cannoli we missed the Italian Festival this year! A major blowit indeed, prolly serves me right for thinkin I could walk there in time with good ol Ian. POR QUEEEEEE?! And aint that a kick in the head, seein all those lil one-time-a-year stands closin shop, the orange julius knockoff stand, the pina kowlada in a pineapple stand, and runnin into bro Jared. For shame. The day was salvaged after a visit to La Cumbre ( best burritos in the world ). The night began with a downtown stroll, and yes it is very cool havin a buddy in the motion picture biz, all flicks should be free.99. We had a run-in with the now chain-smoking Aaron at a different taqueria ( that has the best horchatas ). Joe got off work soon after and they were lickin the cold stone walls and drooling at its female employees. Anyway, the horchata was tossed and I got to come home to this, no complaints.
School starts soon, my birthday is the 25th, I’ll whip up another layout or somethin. I’m selling my computer. My room looks amazing thanks to E & A. The next post will be better.