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I don’t have much to say on this day, but I would like to pinch out my two cents: o, lets jus snappa wishbone that Kerry wins and by tommorow night Bushwhacker’ll be lookin for a new job.
I haven’t been doin anything important lately..I’ve been running far and lifting plenty. I went running today in fact, it was pretty dark and I was doin my normal route through CSM, it was funny cause on the last stretch of it I ran past some community college cheerleaders and I right than happend to toot my farthorn, I thought it was funny cause I think they hella tried to not notice it, but I bet they were so caught up in my buttstorm. As for the lifting, well liftings cool like water man, I like benching, I like liver, meow mix meow mix… I wanna be able to hit 250 in nine weeks: HERES TO A HERNIA!
I hope you enjoyed the pics from Meg’s that shit was fun, Meg is always fun, Meg is so cool, Meg is so bitchin, Meg makes that girl Becky look like this dude. But I was so caught up in that malarky that I completely forgot to recount my Halloween day. Start of the day, second period english with Cahill and Shell Fish, in case you were wondering, Shell Fish has very small feet, I on the other hand, ride to school on 14’s and I aint talkin bout dubs baby, I’m talkin brown suede and the rubber soul. So I thought hey! Lets put Shell Fish in my shoes that was cool, she looked funny. Sugah straightended her hair, I spelled straighten wrong, her hair looked good, and I liked it, cause it looked good…straighten… People wore cool costumes but Scott Loy takes the pie..or cake.. or partially hydrogenated pastry. Ash’ms and Emily looked dashing as well, George did his special ninja pose, I laughed, Kelsie laughed, Matt laughed, Danny lauged, teachers laughed…George didn’t. Matt Nagy dressed up a giant glistening phallus but other people thought he looked more like a dousche, go figure..most of the costumes people had at my school fucking sucked, and I mean fucking. Anyway me and the giant dick got a picture witha reluctant nurse. So then me and Sam wore safety goggles, I got my picture taken with John Kerry, Kelsie popped out of a car and than we all watched this sunset.
Nick Magana sent me this strange ass photograph
Cough Please
Got to go home early yessaday to get my annual physical, I know I’m not doin any sports this year, but hey ese, gotta keep up with the tune-ups eh? And who am I to pass up a prime ball feel from my soft-handed pediatrician. So I got home at about noon, right before everyone was in a mad dash to fill their noodle bins to the brim with hot wahwah, I was comfortably munching on my nuts before I went to my appointment, in fact I musta had myself one Shaq sized nut load, but boy do they stay with ya. So my physical was already, got all weighed and measured, the lady that did it musta been half-dumbassanese or somethin cause she marked me as 6’1 and 147, so they had to do it like three times, turns out im about 6’4″ 187 el bees bia. 20/15 vision, shitty/shitty hearing, disease-free, bitchin blood pressure, and I have a “cafe loe” on my right testicle, I kid you not. I might be spelling it wrong, but its pronounced “caff-ay-oh-lay” its like a freckle on my sack, and it sounds like something you order with extra whip. Gotta love my Irishness…
Well I had a wonderful weekend, went to Meg’s the other night, she made me spaghetti and let me drink all the milk I wanted, I returned the favor by makin her and the crew an artificially sweetend blended beverage, we all enjoyed it on her waterbed, while we watched one of Matt’s brilliantly colored national geographic tapes, whatta night, and my ladies even had time to pose in the middle of everything! Howza boot that?
Moving on to an entirely different topic, how bout politics? Kerry? Bush? Nader? Mike Ebert? This race seems to be aimed more toward actually getting possible voters out and to the polls, now keep in mind this is coming from a sixteen year-old slacker/highschool student who doesn’t really follow politics so much. Anyway I believe if either major canidate hopes to get any kind of following, they need to shift their focus more toward the younger voters, my generation, and what better way to appeal to the youngins than tigolebitties??
Yeah I got those pics over at CH, hope they don’t sue me :D. Anyway, heres some pics for your enjoyment:
That guy reminds me of my dad.
Dude in a scaryass MJ Halloween mask
Not sure, but she looks like she might be related to me.
Boogie Days
It has come to my attention that minimum days have the capability of being “the shit,” as this became very apparent to me halfway down 280 on our way to la playa, with the playa himself Matty Ebert. Yes that’s right, about ten minutes after that shitty ass school bell rang, we were on our way to skim the foam. Lindamar was our beach of choice, the one that usually sports testicle hardening temperatures year-round, but it hazza freakin taco bell on it, and it doesn’t get much better than that. So upon seeing this rare oceanside treasure, we agreed that we would love nothing more than to enjoy some fine dining before we tore shit up in the wah wah. Oh good heavens it was a sight to be seen, listening to those waves crash in, watching the seagulls draw circles in the sky, feel Matt’s warm foot run up my like, all while I sank my fronts into some grilled stuft! So after all that was said and done, and Matt had finished planting his poopseed, we began the labourious process of fitting into our wetsuits, Matt’s suit was custom fit for all his wonderful curves and contours, while mine was custom fitted for his father, a huskier gentlemen who may very well be the next president of the United States. So I got my wetsuit on first which gave me just enough time to snap some shots of Matty’s bum-bum! So we caught some waves kid, yes we did, Matt being the veteran boogie man is now my benchmark for what a pussy wave is and a grilled stuft wave. Got out of the watah about two hours latah, showered off, cleaned up I saw some dorks’ dongs, andddd Matt peeled off his suit and made me want his bod, hopped in the car, and I proclaimed the day as Happy Times.
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Gee golly gosh am I tired… I’ve been doin my triathalon workouts everyday which involves bikin like 16 miles, and I run about 4 miles right after, than I finish it off wiff some laps in the pool. I’m jus tryin to get my triathlete-ness on. Thats been my major haps lately. As for the minor haps, I joined up with my boys from Compton, also known as N.W.A. (Nicky With Attitude). We’ve been kickin it pretty hard up at C-Point and Eazy even let my polish his 10 and kick it wit his bitches, and Dre had up rollin down the street smokin endo, and sippin on gin and juice, we were hella laid back too. Yeh ya know I’ve also done my fair of chillin and gellin with some fellas and G’s from the Easy East Saheed, gerd times.
Yeh and good ol Eebs calls me up asks “Can I Kick it?” I reply “YES YA CAN.” He came by the other day, grilled up a big
hunka fish, I guess I forgot to mention that like most of my buds and buddettes, Eebs is a hellova gourmet chef, who, among “kicking it up a knotch” enjoys rockin the axe, and smokin the stacks, and that aint to brax bia. So anyway, Eebs papi had caught this sucker the day before, gave up a hellova fight, but once again man prevailed over fish, and Mr. Eebs actually snatched the bia out of the water by the fin. Awesome. Yeh so Eebs went to work on the fish outside while I made sure the couch still worked. Yeh so I duwanna talk anymore aboot fish, so heres the before and uh…I guess there no after cause we ate it took quick. Oh and all in the midst of things, I got bubbles in my hair.
So few days after that Eebs and I headed up to the city to pay our homage to the most kickass of streets ever, the Haight and Asbury, cause we wanted to buy stuff, cool stuff… I ended up buyin my girl a hat with that totally badass hibiscus flower on it, I bought myself a hat to wear naked around the house. So anyway, when all was said and done, I came home with all this. Yeah, Haight is the shit, hope to go again soon.
Had Pinky over yesterday, played a lil handball, and very little wiffleball, cause both of us enjoy hittin shit hard with our hands and wiffles, and Pinky always “did it like this, did it like that”, and he finally got a chance to do it with a wiffeball bat. Of course because he smokes about 14 cigs a day he had to be hooked up to his iron lung between innings, but he still had time to pose with MY pimp hat and all that crazy jive. So after our quick lil handball tourney or “intense physical workout” as Pinky put it, he decided to hop in the pool (video), he also thought the ground looked rather amusing or something it coulda jus been cause he was lightheaded from the lack of breathing. Anyway, he really tested his lungs when he tried to swim (video) the length of my pool underwater which is a feet that most four-legged mammals can accomplish, but failed misserably and barked at me to go grab him a pack of newports. And with that he concluded his poolside antics with a elegantly executed dousche twirl.
So today is a new day, and I’ve really done jack shit, I guess the sore is catchin up to me, cause I feel like lead, and my computer seems like its sick in the head. I think its time I take it out back and put it out of its misery, cause its gettin crazy. Monitor starts jigglin, text starts jiggin, and than my dad stopped shakin me…just kiddin. Seriously though its been goin haywire, tried to turn it on this mornin and the system bell made this long ass beep, the kind you hear the heart monitors make when someone flatlines, which could be a shatty omen. Had to work on it, reset the CMOS and BIOS, mess with CPU voltages, but thats the best part of wakin up. But of course I fixed it and that jus catapulted me into a rather sly mood, so I decided to do a lil outside prowling and break into my neighbors garage cause I coulda sworn I saw somma my preciously precious belongings in there but it turns out they’re still in West Virginia ;). Anyway, I actually unscrewed the little keyhole thing on the garage panel and jus rubbed the 2 wires together and SHAZAM, no open-sesame needed. Turns out they dint have any of my shit, so I jus pissed in the corner and went home.
Hope you all have been enjoyin the many updates I’ve been makin to the sections, I wanna beef up all the content as much as I can before school starts. Knaw mean? I’ve also got a new layout in mind for version 7. If you have any suggestions for me, be sure to comment otherwise its gonna be mostly blues and white. Oh oh oh, I almost forgot to mention that I made a new NBHQ Shirt cheaper than ever, (10 bucks), I am commanding everyone to buy one, cause the little profit I make will go to the “Make Brady Richer” foundation, anyway click here to check out the shirt. Please please please buy it, and tell me if you do.
One more thing before I go break into another garage; I’m currently looking for more sites to affiliate with so if your interested please go here and please sign my guestbook, and now I leave you with a little conversation I had with one of my Canadian buds:
P.S. check out the new SOC section and the askme section, oh and I didn’t really pee in my neighbors garage dipshits