Fantasticly Well Friday
Sugahless class, sit on my ass, rigerous rhymes, tangy green limes, splinter shouts taquilla, now I can barely see ya, kissin the floor, drinkin sommore, now where oh where is my dear lenore?
Miss Harbison and I hadta hit up the softball grudge game to show our support, and to make fun of the shitsdale knights. I guess we got their minutes after there was a pretty descent fight, cops and all ( Mateos Finest). Game was good I think, that Amanda Ryder, gets the MVP in my book, g’damn girl can play. Ally was there, not too sure if she knew what was goin on, sall bueno, cause, g’damn, girls knows how to whirl some pom poms, and I dont mean during the game…JUSSSSSS KIDDDINGGGGG Kinda hard to cheer anyway when it was so damn nipply at the time, even my brotha dawkness was feelin the bumps of the goose. Cahill was there tambien, I think he was wearin shorts too, im not sure if his testicles have returned to normal size yet but I will keep everyone informed on his progress. Miss Talbot was there too, prolly cold as shit too, youd think we could get a few warm nights here in Cali Ali, but nopes, were all equipped with nipples that could carve a fucking statue. Yeh whateva.
So from therr, me Eebs, Miss Molly, Dawkness, and some other people? Headed to the house of Shells fer some good times. Shelly wasn’t having the best of times given the circumstances, luckily we had the Eebs to turn that frown upside down with the power of MUSIC, it was a touching moment to say the least. Speaking of touching, how would you like to put your hands on my very own intoxicating concoction that I christened the SAD/HAPPY, indeed, damn good, had like..ice…hoggin the daws ice cream (vanilla), umm what else..? oh those bottled crapachinos that are like 5 bucks a piece, and oh yeh, VANILLA SMIRNOFF, makes ya wanna yick yer yips eh? Yeah you know it hoe.
But thats not all, thats not all, we also had plenty of alcohol, and we hid, Leo Tripped, Leo Rocked and Shells was so high up on the counter.
Gerd Times
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.
Last Day In DCOM
Loving Fans
“Awesome possum”
Lets get sommore pictures here, sommore fan signs, sommoe women’s less snausage. Hava good one, and pinch me off some comments bia.
Big Plans…
Im diggin this weather man, jus wish the pool was a lil cooler :P. Oh and my ears finally popped after like 4 days. Thats crazy.. I still sound hella “flemmy.” That better be fixed soon g’dammit. And I cant smell so much, so if I’m wearin too much Axe right now, imma mighty sorry :D. Its crazy everyones gettin super tan, Randys damn near Mexican status, I bet even lil ol Stevo’s gettin pinker by the minute. But me? My freckles jus sorta merge together. Blows, but soon ill be black…soon..
I got time now, so imma keep on keepin, Paco went to the Metallica show the other night, gotta fly ass shirt (if you like tye dye) shiot…Wishi coulda gone to that. Damn the last concert I went too was like…the Pop Sucks Tour? Wiff Stevo? Wasnt it? Iono, Pinkie prolly knows. That wuzza good show, could barely see KoRN through all the smoke heh, its all part of it though. Gotta be fights, boobs, and weed atta concert, otherwise its…Raffi sinkin bout baby belugas in the deep blue sea.
Oh and I was in the bathroom jus now, and I have to say, its official, I go o the nastiest god damn school. Cause what do I see? On the fucking toilet paper thing? Big…Hunka…MANBROWNIE! I duwanna see that shit! Good god man, at least have the decensy to pinch that shit (pun intended) off in the urinal…fuckin turdburgelers man…
And? You are the perfect drug,
you make me hard when i’m all soft inside
I see the truth when i’m all stupid-eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart