“It Cant Rain All The Time”
First and foremost:
Went to Megs the other night, good times, good hugs, good people. Dint bring my camera so I dint snap any shots, but I can tell ya the next time I do, I will packin and snappin with this handfull of purestyle. That’s right homies, the next photos you see will be completely ass-shattering compared to those takin by this hunka junk. I suggest you take a step back and try to take that in before you keep reading…
Night before Meg’s I went (R)ollin around town in (R)andys (R)egal, creepin up hills at drive-by speed, bumpin all kinda crazy beats from his trunk fulla twelves and watts. Tinted windows, body black as night, a growl of pistons and cylinders enough to give anyone a fright. So we made our rounds around 94402 and got back to my place, giving Randy jus enough time to get on my computer, and work on his dumb myspace, all the while I was strummin my 6 – string “closin my eyes while slipped away”. Yeh and before I could slip anymore, Randy had busted the shit outta my desk, so I type this to you now with my keyboard on my lap and mouse on my knee, thanks Randy.
Forgot to mention we got a dog in the family now. Now before I go any further, what kind of dog comes to mind when you think of “dog”? More importantly, what kind of dog do you think I would end up with? Wull before your head combusts from that surge of suspence, I’ll jus tell ya, I got a poodle. That’s right, I..own a poodle. Does that make me any less of a man? Maybe. Does it mean estrogen will soon consume me? Probably. All I know is I gotta walk this little ball of curl, and watch it sleep on my bed. It’s a she, and the name “Tina” had been given to her sometime within her life (shes 6) so I can quote Napoleon Dymanite freely now :D. If you don’t understand that last sentence, you deserve to feed my poodle.
Oh by the way, NBHQ is on its new host goin hard, with 5 gigs of space to move around and 100 gigs to dish out to the fans. I’ve already done a lot of updating to the radio in particular, adding a buncha songs, added the Facts and Phobias sections, both great time killers. I updated the music picks section and put in my current song of choice. It’s all good I sware. Well thats all for now, I gotta go pet my poodle. Enjoy my stuff.
– BraBall
– How Tupac Really died
– The best thing to happend to music since BSB!
– Stylish way to keep your iPod warm
– Dollar Collection
– What the ass?
– Preview of PlayStation3
– This guy is harder than Kobe Soz!
– Wanna buy a tank?
– Shitty Ricer Cars
– Kids Scared of Santa
– Spock + Salsa = ?
– Collection of Urban Legends
What’d You Get For Christmas?
I think I scored this year, raked in a buncha loot! I got: this windup bug thing that spits out sparks when it crawls over stuff, I got strangling kit that I can use to work out I guess, and a bigass ball that I can use while gettin tangled up in myself. I got little tiny board games that use magnets so jus in case I fall off my ball, my pieces wont fall! Got Meet the Parents DeeBeeDee that I can watch while chewing one of four types of gum. I got that my zia stole from her office, maybe I can use those on my Mach V! Who knows? Either way I got the biggest stocking you’ll ever see.
After the last present was opened and the last curly Q was hurled on the floor we all left for the Hyatt hotel for a X-Mas brunch. I don’t know why I brought my camera, I’m sure people thought I was some kinda poor white trash in awe of the lush surroundings, but whateva, at least I didn’t try to sneak some melon balls home in my pocket. Food was good, made my Uncle lick his chops and my gramma enjoyed it too. All the while my zia was talkin into her imaginary microphone. So on the way out I was helpin my gramma down the escalalor when I took a second look at those little brissel things that kinda line the botton of it. I was jus wondering what the hell those are for. Are they to clean your feet? Are they super cool noicemakers? I may never know! So if one of you fools knows what it is, be sure to comment and tell me.
Got home, my uncle hadda belly fulla brunch so he tooka nap on my gramma’s shoes. So I ‘d say it was a good Christmas, had it’s moments, my uncle napped, I sat, I stood, I can’t believe I dint have to use my A.K., today was a good day.
– Thought these were a myth
– Weird
– Bush Soundboard
– Tricks of the Burger Trade
– Kid Hacked NASA
– Nice Girls
Picture Me Rollin
Hands tick not and this time stands still
The arms stay stiff, I think this clock is ill
The moon shines bright but this night is dead
Movie still plays but I can’t picture the frames ahead
The weight is heavy and it strains the soul
Path is clear and yet I strain to see the goal
Well I’ve seen better weeks, but I’m still here keepin on keepin. Better than keeping, I feel revitalized and refreshed witha renewed interest. Past few months have been foggy with bad scoobies, and this break jus parted the clouds. I think I’m finally snappin out of a lotta shit that held me back and pulled me away from the people I love a lot. So now all I can say is, sorry for the bullshit and thank you to all of my buddies and girlies who were there to dish out the free hugs. Everything seems to be gettin better, gotta jus step back and watch the stars shoot I guess.
So anyway I’m sure your all wondering jus what it is I am up to these winter days. I been keepin busy, running like crazy, probably 12 miles in the last 2 days, lifting with Matty at his rich people’s gym. Went cruisin with my number one partner in crime Randy in his superfly ride, bumpin beat, rollin around town watching people scurry back inside their houses. Stopped off at our old friend Brendon Beck’s pad who’s in town for a few weeks till he goes back to Canada for his hockey school. Now I don’t know if any of you guys remember this cat, but he hasn’t changed a bit, genuine cool guy, grew a bittle lit and still has all his teeth.
The other day after a doc apointment I was walkin up the street to grabba coffee when I saw three modest older ladies huffin and puffin trying to get their furniture off the moving truck and into their new place. So I offered my assistance and made a few trips with a few couches and loveseats up some stairs. No biggie it only took like 20 minutes and the coffee would stay hot. So anyway as I was bidding my adou and wishing the best for em, one of the ladies reaches in her purse and INSISTED I accept twenty big ones. Yeh homie, 20 bucks for twenty minutes of voluntary services, hell yes. I don’t know why I mentioned that but I was one of the more interesting parts of my day.
I went to a interesting party the other night with Mattyboy, it was more of an all male get together to eat hotpockets and watch The Might Ducks on VHS and I’ll admit I was skeptical upon arrival. I didn’t know many of the fellas cause they all went to Serra which as we know is an all sausage population. Anyway all skepticism diminished after about 30 minutes into the movie when the guys were adding in their own commentary and hoots and hollers in tribute to Emilio Estevez. Goes to show ya how even the hottest of hotpockets can make you slap your knee.
So as I’m reading this post over I realize that you must be a little disapointed that this is all ya get after my five or however many days of absence I had. Wull shioi it is about 2 in the morning and I hadda busy day so you jus gotta let me let u let yourself love me and my post. But I do have a lot of content that I wanna put into the site and I also plan on buying a new host right after new years so the site will be hella faster and more spacious. So if I were you and believe me I would love to be, jus keep checkin in daily cause believe me I do plan on posting everyday again over the break and blieve that they wont be as shitty as this one. But heres a stupid funny ass pic to laugh at and a large assortment of links too:
– Color Blind Test
– Tough Sonofabitch
– Lego Bush
– Have a Ghetto X-Mas
– Special iPods
– Its only like my favorite animal!
– Bear guys…
– Man lubes up hotel room
– Crazy Dunks
– She fuckin blocked me
– 12 STD’s of X-mas
– Stupid Bags
– Playdoh Master
– Inflatable Church
– Stoner meets Flash
– How to make a 4 yr old cry
– Rent a midget
Thorn in my Hoof
I no longer like my computer, I am tempted to sell it and start on a new one. This box that I got has been nothing but trouble, I’m beginning to adopt Pinky’s theory that all electronics are haunted. I don’t know what the hell is this things problem, a faulty power supply? A CPU that jus doesn’t have the cache to push on? I don’t know and I don’t care, this thing is goin on craigslist as soon as possible, right on time for X-Mas so I can milk all the money out of some new kid on the block lookin for a suitable specimen to play his games on. Whatever, I don’t need all this power, all these lil LED’s, there bliding anyway. My anger comes from an event that took place only a handful of minutes ago when I was workin on a project on womens’ rights, ya know, getting in touch with my feminine side when *BLINK* The sonofabitch shuts off. Notta reboot, ohhhh no, that would be too predictable, instead the thing blatently spreads both cheeks and pinches my face with em. So what the hell am I supposed to do about it? I can only press the damn power button sixy jergin times! So how bout I flip the actual power supply switch off and than back on? Hmmm? Well that did the trick and I was back online thank god for that stupid bastard of a paper clip for saving my work without me control essing him. 10 minutes later, before I could put a period to my sentence, *BLINK*…
Well I got a
haircut today, I think it looks stupid and short, like the guy from that show. I don’t know why im sucha hoe when it comes to my hair and I don’t know why my mom gives a goose aboot it. It was jus startin to grow on me again ( bow to my pun ) and than I gotta go and get it all cut up. Good thing I grow lika damn chia pet.
Oh and also, christmas is here, and it got sap all over my hands! Thats right ya little jerks, I got my very own Christmas tree. Ya see, for years my mom has been goin to the same lot right nexta Ross and Rite Aid n stuff, and every year the same pack of Tongans/Samoan gentlemen run it and think my mom is where it’s at. Now I’m never with her when she does this, but myth has it that she works the charm on these pacific islanders and slips a fat twenty in their sarongs or what not and with one swift contraction of their massive forearms and calfs we gotta tree in our minivan. And that kiddies is how momma claus brings Saint Nick christmas!
Aside from a tree my momma bought me 3 days worth of food, and wow I do enjoy my bite sized miniwheat. I also do enjoy this very much:
