Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
HUH?!............

If someone stole my Ipod....
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Fuck little kids and holding doors for ungrateful white people.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Pirates are not cute they are gully bastards.
Pirates are awesome staples in history. They are the quintessential bad-asses. They boat jacked people, think about that. Imagine yourself out to sea, right (close your eyes, dumbass ok open them so you can read this stupid). OK, so the boat is swaying, there's no land in sight, the sun is out and your crew mates are around you just stankin, spittin,drankin and cussin' (aka chillin') right...when all of a hoo you spot a boat flying no colors headin' in your direction.
This scenario is gully for a ton of reasons, namely that you see these bastards coming hours off. It's not like modern day pirates (and I swear they still exist), where a motor is attached to their ship, nah it's thirty bastards oaring hard as hell to get you got. Their sole focus is to kill and plunder your boat. And to be real honest with you, they are prolly gonna get you since they took the time to track you.
So back what we were doing...So you see them coming a few ways off and immediately your boys start preparing for a brawl.
Reason number two why this is all extra gully...it's not like you are unarmed either, so they are ready to bang. Remember I didn't say you were a mormon, although I must admit that would be a pretty kick ass porno, BANG SHIP: The BOARDING (it would feature Nigga Know's favorite pornstar, Kobe Tai and Mine, Mr. Marcus, but anyhoo) nor did I say you were just gonna sit there and be slain without a fight. No, they EXPECT they will be wounded, I mean damn most rogue captain are missin an arm and a leg any fuckin' way.
So, they come with the real and mosey this big ass ship next to yours and commence to hopping over rails and shit to get your booty (loot, fags. Ya'll nasty). So your dudes are fighting like it's do or die against these pirates, right?! And you all just happened to lose (hmmm..the odds were against you anyway. You should have been a pirate). The pirates hoist yo dead ass overboard and split up so the chief pirate that lost a leg in this battle can take your ship and keep it moving to the next episode.... Puff Daddy needs to be boat jacked.
Ok, I got waaaayyy too much free time today. I'm going to go read a book. Peace out.
Totally Outta Control! Parts 1 and 2.
The first one is most important, cuz that's just how lists work...
My bad to everyone that made comments. I love em like Bobby Brown like Superhead! Soo when I say I didn't know I had to moderate my comments please don't think I'm a dipshit, cuz I really ain't. Keep em coming.
2 ( another apology to folks, cuz umm...well just accept them they don't come often, bitches): I am in the process of relocating so I haven't been bloggin like I should. Rest assured that that will change as of three ...two...one..done.
3 ( probably the real source of my recent unpopularity off the web) I am putting down the 360 controller and burying my copy of Oblivion( but not GRAW). Please stop shunning me Don, I love you.

Before i get to dissing football too much, just let me say, I have my own crack addiction, and big phil is the pusher. I can't stop playing Oblivion and Ghost Recon. Seriously. I have my daddy eating hotdogs and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so I can get the full six hours in. 3 on GRAW and 3 on Elder Scrolls. I don't go out anymore cause I have to do more important shit to do, like save the mexcican president and levelin' up my High Elf. I can't be concerned with shit like cookin' and passin' out medication. Besides Insulin is overated, my elf can concoct a potion for that with some primrose and ogre's teeth and should my dad actually pass out I got three bad ass rangers that can patch him up under fire and under thirty seconds in the field with a ink pen. Though for a while I had stopped bathing and eating, I figured out a way to do both while playing, so I've actually put back on the much needed weight. But to add fuel to my time managemtn problem, big Phil decided to send me an extra controller, 2 rechargers for said controllers and a brand new copy of Quake. Clearly he has no interest in bedding me, because I don't know when I'll actually have time to fuck.
fine.
