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Dannys Raping + LaserTag

I haven’t felt this emo in a long fuckin time, thank god for my boys. Rendez vous at five story last night, everybody who’s anybody was there, even Danny who got gangbanged, blinded, and than group raped again by the whole lot of us. He then had Cahill meticulously crafted a duct tape banner on the side of Danny’s vehicle notifying the world of his fondness of the male genitalia.

We went to LaserQuest in Mountain View in our convoy of at least five fine automobiles mashing on 101 bumpin everything from Nikitina to Sinatra, flyin to the moon. Upon our arrival and proceeding at mission control and acquiring my cryptic codename of: Brady I went on to unleash my lasery reckoning upon my unsuspecting brosefs and other small children, needless to say I got second place because I’m boss with a laser.

Aside from engaging in laser massacres and group assisted sexual assault I been chillin with brosef Josef at his pad playin vidya games which I have a genetic predisposition to kick ass at thanks to my momma *Tetris Level 144 Champion 1992*. We also called had Barry call freshman chics and dryjerk in the process. When things ever started to get dull we would trek over to the water tower and Joe would test his balls attemping to climb the damn thing. Savass.

Nat Queen Cole wrote this lil some some for me, I dig.

I have this tall friend named Nick Brady
Whenever we chill, it’s all gravy
He has this great site
And some day he just might
Grow out his brown hair that is wavy
I have this great friend named Nick Brady
A wonderful friendship he’s made with me
He has this cute dog
Who’s nearly as fat as a hog
Although is better off than any dog could be
She’s surrounded by love
Brady gives to all his great hugs
And he’s quite respectful to his mommy
I write this poem for my dear friend Brick
Beacause soon really quick
This senior year will be ending
I’ll miss you a bunch
When we won’t be hanging out at lunch
And I wont see your camera flashing
So lets make sure to keep in touch
And hang out a whole much
And never forget where we came from
This town’s not so bad
And we’ll be pretty sad
But there’s so much in our lives to come
You’re a great friend, Nick Brady
And our times, oh yes, they are gravy

Funny Cyber Sex Logs
AFI Interpretation
Classic Nickolodeon Shows
Celeb Pot Heads
Zombies in my Neighborhood

Merry Christmas & A Blurry New Year

new years Ohhhhhh what a night it was at the ol Adam pad, the crowds had indeed gathered, I stepped in with E+I, we wouldn’t visit “A” till later that fateful eve. A party ketel of one was waiting for us, morale was high, and Clint & Iwere ready to rough a buddy up if they intended on breakin the mood. My brosef Ian seemed to be havin himself a time pimpin one girl after the next. Big ups.

This guy with the Citrone is my newest friend, and we both share a liking for the “west side.”

If you dig scmokin dude Luke and dude 2 and dude Max.

Plenty-o-females, that one on the left was tryin to tackle me all night. Fantastic. Heres the Wang, this was the only pic she allowed me and other press to take; she threatened to nun-chuck my balls. There were nice girls too though.

These SOB’s came sportin wine bottles, fuckin hookah heads. Anyhoo, things got a little hazy for me around the time of that last pic, kinda self evident in a pic like this anddddd this.

At some point we ended up leaving with our DD Emily and drove safely over to Ashleys , watched the ball drop through sinking eye lids, blurry vision, and slurry speech, and if that’s not attractive I don’t know what is.

I think it was about 2 in the mornin when we departed and headed back to Adams to take care of unfinished buidness, things were still a-crackin thugs were still a-thuggin, Beck was still fucked up and thizz faces were still bein thrown around. Thank you Adam, thank you.

I forgot to wish all my peoples a Merry Christmas the last time I spit somethin on this thing, I myself had a gay old time in Pacific Grove, chillin with some dogs my wonderful gramma and an uncle with a new monkey, oh and hey what do you think of hat?

I sold my computer so I write this on my moms craptop, I plan on building a new box soon enough, and when I do I will add a shitload of new videos including Dan’s Nipple Piercing Clip, Umpy’s Firebreathing, and the Drift Session. My babygirl gets in tommorow though, so consider me busy biotch.

Top 10 Science Things You Didn’t Know
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Remember SkiFree?
Asian kid shredding the shit out of his axe
Jinge Bells Backwards
Bruce Lee Training Movie

Cops & Robbers

Surely, you are acquainted with the host with the most, Mr Fuckin Beck, knowin how to throw the show and have a shitload of goers in attendance. Everyone from Mos Def, the main Marcus, to my newest buddy was there, fuck, J-boy even came with his boy Keg, root beer of course. Nothin like good ol keg juice to get things movin, and movin, and humpin. Hip hop anonymous was outside, spittin with the keg, Pinkylayin the beat, orally of course. Pool was played on the same table women danced upon, how’s that for a good time?

Thizz hour; we circled the surface of billiards, it began with with a face like he smelled some piss, an expression than passed on to Eebs, and finally onto yours truly. By Thizz hour, everyone had just about drowned their livers in sweet, sweet brew juice, causing unprovoked protruding of the tongue, followed by further humping.

So, me, Laus & Pinky were in charge of sifting out the riff-raff and randoms that had slipped in under the radar, kinda hard when theres a fuckload of people. I did what any jolly green giant would do and grabbed the nearest elongated cucumber and came out a-swingin. As enforcing as me and my cucumber might have seemed, my tiny, tiny balls prevented me from sayin a damn thing to this guy, but then again Pinky ate and shit out this guy; we big, we bad.

I made some new fans that night, hell I even scored a pic with this cool chic, and of course, I said hey to my number one fan himself and six foot sixteen twin. Thank you for my time Brendon Beck, thank you.

– ****Jordan’s Comcast Spoof****
Glow in the Dark Beer
More Paper Art
Gutted Xbox 360
Old Tyson Video
Asshole Mom of the Year Award

Homecoming Week Comes to An End

I went to the last homecoming dance I will ever attend as a student of Aragon High School, and it was good. It was real good. Aside from not being able to hear a damn track bein played, and some overactive sweat glands I had myself a time; I mean, for shits sake, look who I got to go with. Look my momma went with. I definately should’ve taken way more shots but I had my hands full. Everyone came lookin extra sharp, Fejj eats style for breakfast, the Crawford bros looked like they smelled some piss, and dawkness was as black as he ever was. Michelle stepped on a staple with her bare foot, so I’m sure that was not particularly enjoyable.

Mike Clink was kind enough to drop an invite my way for a afterparty at the Marriot. I had heard whispers of the <100 lb Danny yakkin out of his nose after his introduction to smirnoff twist, so of course I was more than intrigued. The whispers proved true, Dannyboy was indeed, fucked the fuck up, which didn’t shock me cause D-boy is a wee lad, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in stature. Twas a chill afterspot indeed. Big ups to Mike.

Pre-homecoming party was hosted by none other than my main dude Thomas, and god damn we had ourselves a rumpus, singin sweet cheers, readin fuckin stories, and brewin orange in a pot. I pulled a Brady and went and picked Jill up, a nasty habit for someone who has a nastier habit of dropping people. Jared is a tease. There was one room in particular that would put Smokey the Bear into a fit, and it wasn’t from marshmallow schmokin but for the most part we all got our kicks off of the liquids flowin round the pad mixed with the eversweet strum of Eeb’s fight riffs it was enough to put Jill to bed. Anyway.

Rally Day. Twas a cold and crispy day, but due to my uncanny ability to perspire in sub-zero temperatures I handed over my table cloth sized sweater to the E+A team, it fit both of them. Most of my buds and I played it ‘G’ and stayed for both rallies mostly because we so impressed by the advanced choreography from the first one. Brotha Rich showed which made the whole damn thing way more bitchin, gotta love the OH SIX class and the brothers and this guy and why not Laustoo. And no, I didn’t forget the ladies the booty sammiches keep gettin bigger and bigger, fine by me. I think our friend would agree

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Also, I’m hopin to get some ideas for NBHQ shirts together, and I’m hopin to sell the bad boys for dollars on the dollar, so flip your cusions and crack your piggys, or sell yourself, you don’t wanna be the only cat on the block not rockin his/her NBHQ tee.

One last thing – check out the photographical portfolio of our boy Chris “China” Wong, click here to check it.

Small Ass Waist
Napoleon Jr.
Prison Tour
Aqua Car
George W. Rag Doll
How to be A Ninja

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