We can play the guitar lika mutha fuckin riot
Lovin, is what I got meng. G’weekend, g’drives’ g’jammin, g’times mayonaiseeee. Eebs is a true pimp, tearin shit up at el promo, ( click here for pics of eebs crrraazzy night! ). So while Eebs cuttin rug in city hall in the latter hours of the eve, I’m freakin wiff mai magic makah. But its coo, she lets me do all the work. Har har har.
Met up Bobs and the Kizz last night, hit the humps lika billhilly wiffa belt, heard it was rainin soda cans offa el camino the other night, hmmm.. I was thorougly entrhalled by Kizz’z breaktaking vocal performance of “Enter Sandman”, in that nipple on wheels we call the Volkswagon Bug. G’shit though fellas. To Bobs: hope u dint get in too much trouble for snappin the tit offa the door man, if u need help puttin it back on, ill help ya.
Family came over for my zias birfday, went to a old school ice scream place cabuz my zia hazza sore toof. So this place, not only a badass joint for a bittle litta ice scream but a great place for the candy, the cool stuff, the shiz u wont find jus anywhere. Allison bought a buncha stuff, cool stuff. Yeah and I went upstairs to use the can and I saw that the whole friggin attic was chuck full wiff weird ass candy, boxes worth! Whoa nelly. Almost stole some bologna, remembered we had gummie gizzards at home.
Latest bitchin pic : here
On a darker note, my brotha dawkness closed deh book on his baby, and is lookin for a thick young lady to pull, he enjoy long walks from police, household appliances, and does enjoy slappin pizza around every so often. No joke ladies, heeza catch, message him on AIM: Gfunkt77, yessuh..
And fuckin CHILL!…and eat somma dese:
Observations:
Sunday comes soon, there is a cure for the pain, and shelter from the rain
I believe in a thing called love
So the thing about the gay dude:
Me n Stephan (Pinky) are sittin in front of the movies, when this guy totally glares at Stephan, than looks at me all googly – eyed. Then gave us both another glance, than he proclaims his physical attraction to me and asks me if Im gay or straight..now I’m not homophobic or anything, but…iono dudes jus like me I guess..whatever. So of course I have to say “No man..im totally straight, but my boyfriend here..100% gay meat, do with him whatever you like. So as Pinky is being carried off by the belt loop, he does this. mmmm hmmm
Oh and I found my Bob Marley disc, “Chatin down to Babylon” easily one of my Top 3 favorite albums of all time, case ya dint know. Ill let u hear some if u wish so kindly. I’m workin pretty diligently on that Biologia right bout now so I can get back to Pinky’s and get my swing swang on knaw mean brah??? Werd.. But I’ll have my cell wiff me. Yep..is it Sunday yet?
Gerd Times
You mah boy Pinky, good times last night. Kinda weird how there was no one but popos outside in downtown last night. Pinky and I jus did some roamin around, put some lil pothead middle school kids in therr place, compliments of Pinky, and Godzilla. Met up wiff Leo y Julia, and some Brett, almost forgot how black Leo is. Caught somma OFRBD (the old-fat-retired-bus-drivers) softball game in central park. Than we had some homeless people push on the swings at like 11. I guess Steven brought it up first but…if u ever go homeless, hit up central park meng…sleep on a slide ;D.
So tommorow’s the seven year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s untimely death (suicide). Kurt had sucha profound impact on me as a kid, when I would try to convince someone of my integrity I would “sware it on Kurt Cobains grave.” He was sucha poet, and he dint even know it. So damn punk rock…ya know he had hella shitty posture, and he was also amidextrous so he could have played guitar with either hand, but chose to play right handed even though playing left would have corrected his posture or some shit…punk rawk meng…punk rawk…too bad Courtney Love was/is sucha phycho bitch. Frances Bean Cobain: heres lookin at u kid.:
Yeh…so my mom had her friend pick me up one of these bitchin rings from South Africa or somethin. I think its pretty ballin, it spins around like Spreeewells, so I finally got somethin that blings more blang than Randy. Lovin it bia.
Frankie Muniz is a lil bitch who drinks monkey milk.
In case you dint know :P. Damn Im kinda hungary, imma eat your clothes off. Edible underbritches are hella good.
Oh and I added sommore tracks to the NBHQ Radio check em.
And the Wind, Cries..
Sugahhhh, remember when it was hot? Remember? Shorts were cool, shorts and sandals were cooler, today the infinite blue dun sprunga leak. Short day today, got out at 12:30 or somethin, I woulda cut out early, glad I dint. Went to pickles wiff big Joe, inda bug, did the humps sooo good. Bitchin to say the least. Yeh than I remembered good ol Stevo (not hospital Steve) would be home, so I walked over there cause Joe hadta swim, meanwhile its rainin lika mofo. I got em a sammich too, and the bag was gettin all wet, that sucked. Met that girl that smokes the clovers, those smell so damn good meng. Ahtta boy Stevo, hookin some south of the border womens.
Anyhoo, Leos a true pimp, his lil bro Nate was sportin some pretty haggard ass gear today, looked like P diddys man servant…hillarious:
Also I made 2 new layouts, tell me which one u like bettter,
Layout 1 (Summer)
or
Layout 2 (H.I.M.)