Friday, February 1, 2008

don't get in barney

The gun man's work at it's very finest ladies and genitals. Now, for some of the nikia, first, you gotta love the non blocking, ya see here at the old soto, they got that bap ass web sense, and it blows dogs for quarters-no joke. Moving right along, i got 8 hours to ride tonightm it's gonna be crazy, and if i'm lucky i'll prolly end feeling fly the whole way there. I got some funk to listen to as well, so the only problem? I have to go at it alone. Which sux too. Now pot roast? That never EVER sux at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever, but tonight there will none, and that sux too. The gun man is right about those but hole munching yankees as well, yankees are like that first wad of gum on the bottom of your brand new shoe, you see it, swipe at it, but it's there to piss you off from now on. Dam, yankees. The height of tonight was holding a big ass ball python at the Oatland Island beastly fest, i used to own one but fate would not allow the enduring of his presence so to speak. Anyhow, lay off the soda annd preserve your kidneys aight. If you get invited to candy mountain tell that cute prick to shove it up his ass with a stove pipe stinger, we'll check ya'll on the flip side, big shouts to the gun man on his flaring return and dashing blog. Nikia out

2 comments:

tommy said...

word up pot roast is good. Tell'em like it is hombre

Anonymous said...

pobre maldito...llorona...