... shaq recently spit some hate game at kobe for losing the NBA finals. fortunately, I got to witness this historical event three thousand times via ESPN. unfortunately, I didn't quite get to grasp the whole notion of this "rap" because the FCC decided that it's unemployed, 40 year old day time ESPN winos couldn't handle it.
well, for all yall that felt gipped for not knowing what the came after the word "my"on the whole "Kobe, how my bleep tastes" line, I have some kind of resolve for you. and I wanted to believe that shaq was talking about lil' shaq, but I was wrong.
check it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
change
money, the root of all awesomeness. in many respects, money can be considered a religion. A: everyone seems to believe in it. B: its something that can be used or abused. C: it procreates a certain sense of purpose in people. D: breeds segregation or separation. and finally E: it's all that fucking matters, right?
Hmmm... that came of kind of preachy. lets start over.
Love & Obey the all mighty Muhney or the gods will punish you dearly....... uh.... psych!
So, I was counting up all my change today and I had over 100 bones!!! actually 132 clams to be exact, well excluding the pennies of course. and I hustled 20 dollars from my co-worker, yeah I said it, I effing hustled it, aight. thanks Dan.
Speaking of which, the Celtics downright R. Kelly'd the Lakers 2nite. taste that sweet urine Phil Jackson. Also, for all you a-holes that voted Kobe for MVP not only for the 2008 season, but for game 4 of the NBA finals, you can suck it. Paul Pierce was the MVP yo. nuff said.
Hmmm... that came of kind of preachy. lets start over.
Love & Obey the all mighty Muhney or the gods will punish you dearly....... uh.... psych!
So, I was counting up all my change today and I had over 100 bones!!! actually 132 clams to be exact, well excluding the pennies of course. and I hustled 20 dollars from my co-worker, yeah I said it, I effing hustled it, aight. thanks Dan.
Speaking of which, the Celtics downright R. Kelly'd the Lakers 2nite. taste that sweet urine Phil Jackson. Also, for all you a-holes that voted Kobe for MVP not only for the 2008 season, but for game 4 of the NBA finals, you can suck it. Paul Pierce was the MVP yo. nuff said.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
only one thing stands in their way...
The epic battle between black and white still rages on.
However, the epicer battle between the celtics and Lakers will come to an end 2nite!!!.... maybe?
btw, for all you fags out there complaining about Magic still being alive even after his whole AIDS thing. Its not because he has HIV negative, its because he's rich beotch!
p.s. Magic, you shouldn't make jersey love to that sacred trophy.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
bordumb
PMA: positive mental attitude.
today, I was pretty much pissed all day cause this bitch decided to crisco city my car that just got detailed. after spending 50 bucks, 3 hours and 4 nasty texts(not the "kinky" nasty kind btw), I went looking for a wall to hole.
Then, I started to work on my bike project and I broke the frame. another hole in the wall moment.
After that I watched the Celtics get bitch slapped by kobe. I started hulking.
Have you ever watched the Carson daily show? he is the only person in the known galaxy to look better when he was fat.
Well, it was just that kind of day I guess.
Fortunately, I got some PMA reports. 2 blogs 2 days. pretty gud huh? 2 girls 1 cup, pretty shitty eh? and lastly but not leastly I have three days off this week beetches. trasmission complete.
today, I was pretty much pissed all day cause this bitch decided to crisco city my car that just got detailed. after spending 50 bucks, 3 hours and 4 nasty texts(not the "kinky" nasty kind btw), I went looking for a wall to hole.
Then, I started to work on my bike project and I broke the frame. another hole in the wall moment.
After that I watched the Celtics get bitch slapped by kobe. I started hulking.
Have you ever watched the Carson daily show? he is the only person in the known galaxy to look better when he was fat.
Well, it was just that kind of day I guess.
Fortunately, I got some PMA reports. 2 blogs 2 days. pretty gud huh? 2 girls 1 cup, pretty shitty eh? and lastly but not leastly I have three days off this week beetches. trasmission complete.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
yes sir
nothing like seeing the devil again for the first time.
for the longest time, I believed that the devil did not exist, I mean if god exists, the devil must exist, yeah? well, I didn't exactly do the math. but, what I'm trying to say is that I was wrong.
it was on a sidewalk, curled up, scared for its life. I offered it some lemon water drink but it didn't even flinch. but in all fairness, I guess it was his duty to offer the goods not mine, so I wasn't too bumhurt about it. well, it just sat there looking at me time to time, and me at it. however, he would go in and out of napping, like I was nothing to him, like I was a piece of furniture in his ikea'd out living room.
I tried provoking it by talking to it or getting up and pretending to peace out. but again, no commotion. it would just pay me a stare and go back into it's temporary comatose. weird as this may sound, when I stared into its eyes, I saw a little me in it.
it's funny how you don't really know someone till you really look at them, I mean, REALLY look at them. you know how it gets weird when you say one word repeatedly? especially a name. it distorts the image from its owner and becomes a completely separate entity. Well, when I studied its face, its title became abstract. I didn't see the devil no mo. I saw something that I could related to. someone thats just like me.
This was the moment in time when all the all's of the universe made sense. it came full circle, so to speak. I am the devil, the devil is me. x+y=z, thus z+y=x, you know what I mean? there's all this hype on being individuals or "indie", but when all is said and done, we all came from the same idea. so why hate? even on the devil?
i guess what I got out of this was that I shouldn't be scared of baby racoon's, or all other types of racoon's for that matter. and that I shouldn't hate, I should relate.
for the longest time, I believed that the devil did not exist, I mean if god exists, the devil must exist, yeah? well, I didn't exactly do the math. but, what I'm trying to say is that I was wrong.
it was on a sidewalk, curled up, scared for its life. I offered it some lemon water drink but it didn't even flinch. but in all fairness, I guess it was his duty to offer the goods not mine, so I wasn't too bumhurt about it. well, it just sat there looking at me time to time, and me at it. however, he would go in and out of napping, like I was nothing to him, like I was a piece of furniture in his ikea'd out living room.
I tried provoking it by talking to it or getting up and pretending to peace out. but again, no commotion. it would just pay me a stare and go back into it's temporary comatose. weird as this may sound, when I stared into its eyes, I saw a little me in it.
it's funny how you don't really know someone till you really look at them, I mean, REALLY look at them. you know how it gets weird when you say one word repeatedly? especially a name. it distorts the image from its owner and becomes a completely separate entity. Well, when I studied its face, its title became abstract. I didn't see the devil no mo. I saw something that I could related to. someone thats just like me.
This was the moment in time when all the all's of the universe made sense. it came full circle, so to speak. I am the devil, the devil is me. x+y=z, thus z+y=x, you know what I mean? there's all this hype on being individuals or "indie", but when all is said and done, we all came from the same idea. so why hate? even on the devil?
i guess what I got out of this was that I shouldn't be scared of baby racoon's, or all other types of racoon's for that matter. and that I shouldn't hate, I should relate.
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