Don't let money change ya..

The title means nothing much, but ch-check it out:

This here is the LMC Meter-O-Stoke.. hear hear..



This is an example of 'The Meter' at maximum capacity.

Being that there are five different levels of stoke, there are obviously adjacent meanings to each of them.

Red: 0 Beers - Not Stoked.
Orange: 2-5 Beers - Stokage left over from last night is being consumed now.
Yellow: 6-8 Beers - Totally a future of reaching the pinnacle.
Green: 9-11 Beers - Damn Near..
White: 12 Pack or more Baby! - I'm drunk bitch!

This is The Meter Of Stoke, now get stoked!

?

What? I know that couldn't have been The Investor...

There's no way.

Somebody get the scoop on who actually wrote that shit.


But, FYI:

We used Sound Forge for editing individual tracks/sounds, and for adding effects, etc. to them. Mine was bundled with ACID, so check that first. If not, it could be worth it, but I'd check some other effects plug-ins too. Though, Sound Forge was also good for trimming shit down so that it looped properly.

You may also check into some drum loop plug-ins for it.



I am bummed that I missed the mooninites though... oh well.

MMMMM...

I see this to be interesting to see what direction this goes into...perhaps an epic saga. We shall see...man why in the hell am I up again?

The Great Grovelling

yeah so im back on here in this intillectual property that used to be used for the transfer of info and ideas, and well i think it should get back to that.

it has come to my attention that i need to know what the hell sound forge the program was for cause im buying a new comp and im buying acid6 with it but soundforge i remember u have too but didnt know what it was for, well now i need to know if i need it before i drop 70 bucks on it. i know i need acid. Also i would like to also ask if you wouldnt mind sending me those few songs i made on your comp while u were here i have some ideas for them, thats really it i will probably be on here a little more with different shit thats going on the moononites were here a few weeks ago on bardstown rd. it was like 20 degrees and midnight so we didnt go hunting for them, an adventure was probably missed. Oh yea and i bought a sweet new JACKSON GUITAR. it is pretty sweet musicians friend is still cool. we should swap music and shit like back in the day. i got some ideas that i need to get out

Later
The Caveman

Whopper!

On the crapper, after John's Bathside Chat of course, I came to the realization that mp3 players really are a great thing. Some people hate the way others go about their business drowning out the world... like it's a bad thing sometimes. And, while I agree that trying to talk to someone who has their shit up way too loud to hear anything is frustrating, I still realize [their] value. Work is so much better with it... No Country!

Keep on crappin' in the free world.

This is not cool!

Still awake since 1:00... I've stumbled upon extreme boredom. Thanks to a lovely someone... I get this:

Your Outrageous Name is:

Peter Eater

Outrageous Name Generator

Not Cool.

What an eve...

My plan was to start drinking at a certain time in order to wake up at a proper time. Alas, it's almost 1:00am and I'm up. Merry Christmas.

The phone was on my face when I got up... I must've fallen asleep on someone.

Drunk sleep is kinda sweet in the way that the blankets never move, and it seems to be had all on my face. The pillows get backed up against the headboard and there are still a bunch of items both on the bed and in my pockets. It's a very peaceful state.

I should drink more.

Your present bitches:

Here you go... don't open 'til Christmas:

20 Fingers - Mr. Personality

Download it and there you go.

You're welcome.

I've just been humbled.... or awestricken..

Pioneer has a DVD turntable.

Anything you can do with vinyl.... and so much more.

The possibilities damn near blew my mind man!

I just don't want to know the price..

Crooked Ass Gross Mufasa!

Hey!

It's a fucking Exotic Comrades backG!




We are ExCo and you are not!!

Breaking News!!

Donald and I, formerly known as Cristie and the Retards, are now Exotic Comrades! Bung.

This amendment came about after deciding we're much more exotic than we are retarded.

Exotic Comrades

1st and 12..

1st down just happened...

Yes, I'm at home this Saturday, by choice. I stayed up too late this morning Christmas shoppin'... and didn't really feel like hanging out.

I have the beer though.. so stay churned.

Metal?

Have you bitches got your GWAR backgrounds yet?



Get crackin'!

Flesh Pants!

Flesh Pants are what I had on just now. Or, what my dog thought they were. We were out wrestling and my pants were no pants at all, they were shorts homie! You see, he likes to tug and tear at your pants when you get rough with him. He's a Rottweiler.

We had a good go, and I am way out of breath.

Be somebody, or be somebody's fool!

Live in Louisville? Got a nasty habit to kick? Got teef to break? Call me...



I'm sure we can work something out.

Oar else!

He may not look like much, but this dude don't fuck around!

There wasn't a subject here before..?

I'm now on MySpace Music, so check the shit out. I put up four tracks from 04, but there'll be newer shit in the future. There's a link on the right over there...

I classified the music as experimental/rap/comedy.. is that fitting? I'd say sure.

Other than that, I woke up at 5am today... when I'd usually be working. The weekends serve up some odd hours. IFC's on. Water's boiling, I'm sure..

Video Games is the new Golf.

Man, I am so ridiculously good at watching TV, that it's not even funny.... and I'm pretty fucking awesome at sitting down too. I've got that shit dialed.

Step.

I dare ya!

Radical Grammatical Bra!

I notice the previous two posts both have a 'stay tuned'. It shall now be: 'stay churned'.

Thank you.

That one girl cant get hotter...

Pour this on her. Now she is hotter. The Master of Drunkenomics, soon to be Drunken Jedi, Drunken Assassin is coming Spring Break. Hell or high water. Gather up all the girls and tell them the story of the legendary Drunken Raider riding into your town to pillage and mate with them. Stay tuned...

An update for the hell of it..

I haven't really done too much worthy of mention since last time..

I went to Subway and had that new Chicken Parmesan sub... it was not up to par. The concept is good though.

The dog decided that running on his side would be a more efficient mode of getting to the house, and it actually worked for about eight feet. That is, until the sidewalk ran out and he took down a light post.

Will this weekend be epic?

Stay tuned..

What a bummmer!

These should totally be websites:

japsrule.com

&

beanersrule.com

Somebody make them real quick, and make them good... then they can flex on each other and stick each other real good for making rude comments on each others' myspace.

Bitch, I'm on the interweb.

Mr. T quote of the Thursday:

"That's my wardrobe, my uniform, but I will never wear it again." - Mr. T, on his gold.


Is that sad; or is the prospect of Rocky VI, his reality show, and the forthcoming A-Team movie?

I wear my sunglasses at... day?

I made a slight scar diagram after I realized that some were quite prevalent. Do I really look like that? Fuckin' Frankenstein.... he's cool though, right?

For today:

Good shit for Wednesday:

Use this next time you're drunk or something:

"Being (LMC) isn't easy, folks. You gotta be a bad-ass 24-7. All night, too. Of course, this outer macho thing is just a front. I'm hiding a friendly tiger in here. You ever seen a drunk tiger? Their stripes fall off until they sober up. And that's not ALL that comes off, IF you know what I mean."

Just substitute your name where mine falls, and you're like fucking butter.

11.26.05 -- the other night

When LMC, ODB, CatR, and IW come together, you don't get Voltron... you get fuckin' trouble son. Not to mention, the Two Worst Dudes Ever were there and shit got to gettin'. It was rad, and there's a fine footy alibi to boot. Here are some stills from all that mess, complete with some ODB guerilla graffiti:

Left cheek/Right cheek:

When I finally took a shower, I noticed my ass...




and, it'd been had.

Apparently, the fiends don't care much about remaining anonymous... I was there though, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Detective MC in action..

No crew? No fuckin' problem.

Solo videos at 3am. Damn straight!

Just took this shit:

It's crazy!

Oh man..

I think I'll probably post something better tomorrow, but, uh...

I think I'm gonna.. no, I know I'm gonna rip into these Ritz and slather on the Easy Cheese.. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Info about Japan quote of the morning:

They're obviously trying to lure young,
impressionable Internet users to hop on the first
plane to Japan, thinking they're gonna get to
play with all these fun characters, WHEN IN REALITY
they are going to be stripped, bound and gagged
and made to perform in ILLEGAL bukkake movies!

It's all perfectly clear.

Good point though - you're obviously quite impressionable if you think you can hop on the first flight to Japan. I'm sure that flight has flown...

A touch of class..

I'll eat an After-Eight mint before I spit in your face.

Some's for torture..

My Sherpa - Derpa One Two, tolds myself to drink the fudge up big baby-doll caterer. Put your fishnets up and wield your breast-harness skizzie-high. Break Yo-Self fool, and put the smack on your inner-thigh.

Harold says:

“Water storms” — when you drink all night at Max Fish and you wake up in the morning and watery shit comes out your ass, you have the water storms. - Harold

You know what else I like?

Condiments, man...

And salt, too.

Forklifts are fun!

First paycheck + First stop = the beer

The beer/x = y

y = a box full of empty

I spent the first half of the night driving the forklift outside moving cement. It was actually a refreshing 30-somethin' degrees outside.

What else? I get to drive all kinds of fantastic power equipment around... and they call it a job..?! Pfff.. Well, beside the fact I can't drink or beat it for 9 hours.

Whodini is a ho.

I was googling random shit and came across some dude's blog. I read several entries before I realized I was doing it. There were some detailed accounts there about Burning Man and him riding 150 miles on a road bike. The stories weren't very entertaining at all, but I kept reading them. It made me think: "Is blogging just for chatting to the internet, say, as you would a co-worker?"... Then I pondered whether or not the dude was as big a yuppie as his blog led me to believe..

Anyway, does anyone else get tired of re-counting their daily's? I know I do. Then again, I know some people that will get on the phone, tell an otherwise asinine anecdote from the day; then, as if once weren't enough, get on the phone with someone else afterwards and tell them the same shit. But, not done yet! They'll then tell anyone within earshot the same trivial garbage, unaware that these people heard the shit twice already.

Once is enough, and sometimes too much.

I got on here with the intention of.... I really don't remember now.

W Loves it!

Ahhhh!

Muthafuckin' Aftermath of a Self-Punch..

..like almost an hour later when she mentions a John Cusack movie:

Hey!: A new law that will force all strippers to wear badges with their real names and information on them while dancing....?

B.A.C. -vs- Self-Punches

B.A.C. triumphs again!

Okay, what is going on here?

Could someone please explain this to me?

Darth MC has entered the battlefield.

I underestimated the power of The Dark Side..


I've gone Ape Shit!, and I'm never looking back..

It's Wednesday..

Brandon, that's about as good a game as skipping rocks in a gravel pit... you certainly are the one to bloat.

Fantastic sleuthing by the way. She should've used the link.. -->

..they're pretty handy.


In other news, I have the night off. Wish me ill.

Behold my future.

I found this pic of what is going to finally happen to me when I snap.

louisville hoe-jo, and I aint talking howard johnson

hahahah didnt really plan on ever comin back to this intillectual turf, but adrienne's noticing of a certain leroy mc on mojo had my ass rolling harder than little chinese kids roll eggs.

YOU FAG


hows that for good game

Squirrel's demise:

Finally, street justice hath been served!

A squirrel drowned in Donald's toilet... no shit. Not sure how he got in there, but he was freshly wasted when Donald's g/f found his ass. The critter still had some bubbles rolling out of his snout when Donald snatched him out and threw him in the yard. The damn bastard didn't go too peacefully though. He was apparently kicking and scratching to get out and caused quite the drowning squirrel mess. What can you do?

In other noteworthy news, the cops did show up. Half the crowd found it funny, half found it disturbing. Donald handled that one too.

We didn't have as many "go get me this" runs as expected.. so the mix tape was limited to the critics inside the apartment. No car parties this time around.

The RC challenge was on, wherein all the "cattle" were tagged and tickets were drawn for shots of Crown Royal. And yes, I do know that the initals are actually CR, but it is the RC challenge... so nyah!

I just read Redbook and now I'm going to eat stew. BEEF!

Locker 138..

A few days in and I'm doing the regular shit at work now. Being at the Home Depot after hours ain't bad at all. No customers... but bad country music on the overhead. Where's the iPod?

I need some new shoes. You needed to know that.

I also have to take a dump as of this writing. Woo!

This ugly broad..

Ewwww.

Motherfuckers.

I wish you all ill.

That is the best worst photoshop of me EVER though.

Props and anti-Props

Happy Halloween...

motherfuckers...

Napoleon Dynamite new Miracle Whip Magazine Ad...

I kinda like it. Catchy slogan.

Hello Nurse!

Yo, it's everybody's favorite CNA and her debut video is finished and straight poppin'! You gotta see this!



Heil Barrel!


Get your booze on!

Available nowhere and never on sale for 50 Cents!

Daft Punk is playing in my car..

Saturday night? Party? yes...

With a dozen of my own brand stashed in the car, I watched the others suffer through the Keystone Light. You don't know how happy that made me. With my tie fastened, I commenced to jigglin'..

After three beer and cigarette runs for everyone, Donald and I just decided to jam Da Funk and party in the parking lot. "Hey, Jennifer's gonna be here later..."

My mix CD's were a hit with me once again. They only know what the radio tells them. I was gettin' down at least... and Donald. Jessica loves it all and won't 'fess up until we get in the car. NEX..

The party moved next door and the residents of the one place fucked in the bathroom of this place. What? They don't have a microwave, and they go next door to fuck..?

Then, some big beaner and some chick from Planet of the Apes fucked in the same bathroom. That same broad later got a used condom slapped on her mouth. Yeah!

Donald played Super Mario Bros. 3 and kept talking to me for 10 minutes after I had left. Jennifer did show up. The recliner was once again a good crash-pad. I left a beer in the freezer overnight and took that bitch home with me today. "I live for the funk."

I thought we were like this, son?!

Back to Arch Nemesis status?


I thought we were huntin' buddies?



Damn.

It sparks the interest of Ajunta Pall:

I thought it was interesting too:

cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

At first I thought Xookymonster wrote this, as his spelling is usually atrocious. But, judging from his stories below, it has improved, and someone else must have written the above. Alas, someone else did write that shit. Well I'll be!

My I-65 "incident"

Yep driving along yesterday on 65 picking up Brod, I allowed this semi-truck over in front of me. It was like a coal truck, but I think the bed was full of garbage or was full of garbage or something. Well, a stick came out of its half open door and came at me like what you see in the movies with people throwing an ax (or axe if you perfer).

I thought, "Yep I am fucking dead.". I couldnt brake because I would have gotten rear ended. I couldnt swerve either way because I would have gotten side swiped. So, I took the stick and prayed. I hit my grill and hood, bounced up and hit my roof and obviously cracked the guy behind me because he started to slow down and was not all on my ass anymore. I called Brod back and told him to take down the tag # of the truck.

I called the police in J-town, they told me to call Louisville/Metro. I called when I got to the Wal-Mart because they said it was the closest place to the station there. I waited almost 2 FUCKING HOURS and the cop that did show up told me he couldnt help me. He gave me the contact info of the tag of the truck though. So, that is a start. Insurance is going to help me get shit taken care of.

I will keep you updated if I get my shit fixed or not.

Finally The Rage of Kip!

I get to update you all with Kip going Crazy this past Saturday Night at Akiko's. Has life immatated art?

Well, it all started with Brod doing "DAMN!" by the Ying Yang Twins. These drunk bachlorette party girls were there and 2 of them got on stages. One of them felt up Brod...last week Barrel, this week this LOL. Then he got off stage and the little drunk one got on the mic. Kip politely said, hey now stay off the stage until your name is called. Next person sang, drunk girl did it again. He said again more athoritative, stay off or I wont call your name, because people cant hear their names called.

They called him rude and went off. Kip started calling them all a bunch of bitches and security had to hold Kip back. They stromed out and went elsewhere. It was funny listen to them bitch outside.

Holmes Depot..

Pending the background check and piss test results, I have a job. Should be good to go.

Both good and suck: Having an overflowing bladder at the piss test office, but having to wait behind a shitload of clinic patients. Kind of ironic or something..

Hey, FUSION3 is edited. Next up: Barrel the CNA! You boys set your buckles to quick-draw, 'cuz this one's hot shit.



And remember:

LMC's Top Five's

On the side, you may find my Top 5's as of the 26th. Some shit changes fairly often, but this is the ins for now.


I should have the others' shortly...?

Top Five's..

Everyone just got a Top Five's to do... I'm sure they're not stoked and I'll only get half back, but what the fuck? It could lead to a little humor.. and if not, I'll just change everbody's shit so it is funny.

I have an interview with Home Depot tomorrow for an overnight freight position. Awesome?

I've created a pretty damn good play list for drinking too. Maybe I'll share it.

Sorry, no Emo, no 'Hardcore', and no Nickleback. Go cry.

Behold:

Update Update..

I partied last night.

Thank you.


Cruising with Donald and Jessica, getting the beer, showing up at the scene. Little kids were running around everywhere again. It seems to be typical for there to be a horde of children, of all ages, at any apartment complex you visit here. Once the swarm was gone, we got to some Circle of Death...

Circle of Death, for those who use games to drink, was totally new to me. Apparently you should learn the rules before you play. Didn't matter. I was there to get drunk anyway. And I did... and called somebody, and made an ass of myself in the name of fun. Yeah, I'll justify it like that.

Soon after the call, I puked in the sink while Eazy-E played in the back. Skrate fuckin' gangsta right there, my friends. I then passed out for an hour, woke up, and got back to partying. Did I mention that there were bitches everywhere? The dudes were strangely outnumbered, which made it fun for me. What do I care about?

Sometime during the night, Donald and I went for a food run and came back with a pack of eggs and a ramen noodle cup...? Good, except for the place was sans microwave. Who the fuck doesn't have a microwave?

All in all, it was a good night.

Listen to MC Chris!

Wang!



GTA Unites motherfucker. HA HA!

This Darkness:

Forbidden Happening No. 1:

The Arch Nemeses united. No good can come of this.

Wi-Fi

Yeah you read right retards: I'm back to the South Base. The drive was fantastic. I got to Dallas just in time for morning rush. I quit the CD's in favor for some radio and discovered Dallas' 50 spanish stations. The suck.

Hey, I ate a Sonic breakfast burrito about 50 miles from the house.

I tasted all those jalapenos both going in and coming out. Inferno inferno.

Check ya neck, I'll be broadcasting again soon.

The pirate scene is hot again!!

All is well.

One year.

Ergonomic Keyboards are shit..

It's gonna be a rough climb out of the abyss.

My car is still in the clink, with no immediate relief in sight. I'm shedding material weight just to eat.

I'm gettin' pretty damn tired of the couch tour as well. All the curve balls have been tossed my way, and now I'm dealin'...

What the hell am I even trying to do?

Keep yo ears peeled back:

..for the super sounds of the aforementioned Beijing Faith Machine! Their Kung Fu is strong.

Beijing Faith Machine

Hey! I'm listening to ATC - "All Around the World". Why? Who cares why! It's hilarious.

Last week was pretty good. I can't remember some of the shit I did, but here are some highlights:

Some girl called John and said they needed us both to lick some nipples for a scavenger hunt; and they needed knives. So we obliged, and had some strange titties in our mouths for the cameras.

Oh, by some highlights, I meant one. I'm too distracted to remember any further. I'm out.

Meat Crazy!!

Damn, steak for breakfast is so delightful.

Some say Louisville..

But who knows for sure?

Dairy Mart had it and I've got it. When it's gone, I'm out. Woo.

FOOD!!!

First the Arch-Nemesis, now another forbidden happening has happened. The fault is my own, but they'll get a kick out of it. Dang.

The week was good, but..

Today was a decent kick-off to another adventurous weekend:

I'd been awoke at 4:00am by my rommate's wasted-ass friends and labeled 'guy on the couch'. (I was just resting my eyes by the way.) I then gave directions to both the kitchen and the bathroom several times over, and listened to some great drunken banter. Back to sleep.

Later, I went to BW3's on Dixie to watch my friends watch the UofL game, and to drink. After tactfully disputing my check, I was banned from BW3's by the two managers and a sheriff's deputy. Oh well...

Meanwhile, my parents (in TX) had received what they thought was a warrant for my arrest; the charges being driving w/o insurance and driving under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol. Fortunately, it was only a subpoena regarding the case of my car being involved in that four car pileup fiasco. They had failed to read the large print which stated who was actually charged: the woman who hit the cars. [I]Ha ha, you almost got me![/I]

Finally, I got to witness another of my friend's internet 'meetings'. She was an item for sure... What, with all the french kissing and freak dancing to Ludacris.. Not to mention the semi-toothless bartender and the one-legged man rocking the mullet and trick aluminum crutches. Twas a sight to behold to say the very least.

Can't wait for Sunday.

It is Friday, the Twenty-Fourth.

Dear Haters: Good game.

P.S. - Touche.


Your concern should reside elsewhere, seeing as my actions are my own and aren't without purpose. Enjoy yourselves, bitches.


-- O.P.B. is the name of the game this day. --

Uh oh, it's Saturday..

Almost time to get wile too. The Start.

Wednesday Post

Everything oh so fine and dandy. This shit is BANANAS.

Friday.

I had a hell of a day yesterday.

I went down to Cahoots for a couple pitchers and a samich. After dropping a few bucks in the jukebox, I got a twelve-pack at the DM, then stepped onward to the house. I brought the amp, mic, and beer onto the porch and promptly got to partyin'.

Highlands people get kind of bummed when you make a nuisance of yourself.

Anyway, it got to midnight, so I went down to Akikos. After closing the place, two friends and I were asked by this older couple if we wanted to keep the party rollin'. They also mentioned that they had a hot tub. Being down with the idea, we jumped in their car and got some more beer at the Speedway.

These complete strangers took us to their house somewhere and sho 'nuff, there's a muthafuckin hot tub. I promptly got naked and jumped in. It was wonderful, and I have no shame.

Within a few beers, the dude started creepin' on my roommate, his wife was passing out/puking in the grass, and I had obliterated all the hot tub's settings. I was just having fun pushing all the beautiful, shiny buttons.

So, the guy puts his wife down, and speeds us home so we can drink more, I can keep yelling through the PA 'til 6AM, and so we can watch my roommate fall down six stairs to flat. That was a hell of a nightcap.

Her and I were racing from the porch for something on the lawn. I jumped of the side and fell safely into the grass. She opted for the stairs and pretty much didn't touch a single one. Granted, she's accident-prone, but God Damn! She went straight to face on the pavement. Luckily, her whole left side broke her fall. Unfortunately, she took a trip to Norton's today.

That shit was funny though. Twas a good night.

Keys!

They were in the laundry.

Now I have them.

It's the weekend bitch!

That's unfortunate..

My roommate took some laundry this morning, including some of my shit. Props for that, right?

Well, my keys are in one of those pants pockets. I can't lock the door when I leave for work, can't drive to work, can't get number to call in to work... it's in the car. Dang.

--Hopefully that's where my keys are hiding.

What to do today?

Woo Woo! 69!

I wouldn't give a damn otherwise, but I hit 69 comments on SG. That's a scary amount...

Face Down, Ass Up!

That's the way we like wheel-barrow race at the company picnic! Yeah, bitches.. I'm snapping up songs like a bum on a bowl of stew. Arrf!

Hooray Beer!

Just beer in general. Hooray.

Double Chi's for breakfast? You better believe it holmes! Frank H. Ryan would be beside himself with glee.

On the Boo side: They forgot our checks at work today.

It's Mayo or Nothing!

My car, part of a four way auto-fuck...., are you serious?

Damn right. That's what's crackin' in the Highlands. Bumper to bumper, the avenue is packed. My Geo was parked, and it still got jacked. A minor addition to an extensive collection.

P.S. - I still hate the Highlands, but they sho am treatin' a cracker nice these days.

Hear Here..

I'm an intra-city drifter these days it seems. Louisville has been a gas thus far, and I have a job too! Hooray, right? Fuckin' A right! FIF!

Can I Eat? I'm just saying.

All that being said, bidness is good.

I'm at Tito's!

I'm in Louisville. Hooray muthafuckas! Stylin' and profilin'.

Ouch!

We just finished installing a proper crank-bolt. During the process, I managed to hit my face (nose) on the underside of the car. Hooray!

Why was the baby horse shivering?

He was a little colt.

Shamu is so rad!

I climbed The Enchanted Rock, went to Sea World, and attended Beer School this weekend. FYI: I graduated with top honors and had lots of free beer. Fantastic.

I recommend Sea World, it was good.

... II

Talk about nobody posting anything. I suppose I'll see yous when I sees yous.

Darth Shake

Resistance is futile. Fools! The streets will flow with the blood of the non-believers.

All you boppers out there..

Be looking real good. I ate my last burrito from the taco shack, and took my last paid dump at Nelson Wholesale 30 minutes ago. Then I left, and I'm not going back. I'm moving back at the end of this month, so there'd better be a basement, or a couch, or something ready for me. Some food would be good too.

You hear me? I'm making my comeback and this time I ain't fuckin' around!


P.S. - The other night, amidst my sweet slumber, I was stung by a damn dirty scorpion. That shit hurt! I jumped up and said, "I'm hit!". I thought I was shot. He rocked me like a hurricane!

JTV: Epi 3 Pt 1

I've been waitin' to do this one for a while now.

"Crazy Muthafucka!" That's the line you'll here as Dolomite, rigged up in Africa gear, seemingly walks through the set of a bunch of Kung-Fu battles. It is Wile! See it.