Fucking great...

now go fix me a sandwich. Oh...and look my new profile is slowing building...

Daaammmnn!

Would you look at that...

A muthafucka finally done came up.

hahaha Bitches

I have entered the world of broadband hahaha

I also have some songs up at acidplanet if anyone cares check em out

artist name is Idrinkfnblood as usual

later

Trampoline Memories

So the trampoline is pulled up to the bottom of the deck. People are flying off of the deck. It's jared's turn and hes off into the air, clean landing onto the tramp. WAIT!!! He is back into the air moving over to the ground OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Shit he's on his fucking head
HAHAHAHHA
someone see if he is dead or something.

that shit was fucking hilarious that and the triple human stack of doom in the pool

ahhhh reminiscing of the days

Your neck's not as cool as you think it is!

Yoseph! In the midst of another "Breakfast"...



Fuckin' Blastastic!

Convenience Store Chronic.. what? ..cles Pt. 1

The best little mini-conversations/encounters have always taken place at the convenience store, so I figured I'd begin telling the stories again... starting with today's:

alreadynegative: another fun conversation at the store too
heartgunglue: how'd it go?
alreadynegative: I go in, nod, get the four 40's down and silence befalls the other customer...
alreadynegative: he says "damn, I got a hangover just looking at that"
heartgunglue: ha
alreadynegative: I said "what? that."..."that's a good time right there"
alreadynegative: then he sympathized with having a night job before and having gotten weird looks for buying 12-packs at 8:00am
alreadynegative: the cashier dude goes "have you seen that shirt? the one, it says: Beer: not just for breakfast anymore..."
alreadynegative: then, they both totally envied the fact that I'd be drinking for the rest of the day

As you can or cannot tell, I already told it in an AIM conversation and was too lazy to re-type the shit for real.. but there you go. It took place an hour ago by the way.

Do you know what I am saying?

I came to the realization that I've had my wallet for 8+ years now. The perfect curves and contours that cuddle and caress my cash... not to mention my ass...

Know what I'm sayin'?

All I Need is One Blog..

I had another just now, titled: "This is ExCo", but, what the butt-fuck?

Fuck that, ...and deal!

Anything the most exotic dudes of the Exotic Comrades have got to say is good enough for this blog..

When them shits have a happening to pop up about, I'll roll out a special icon. And, if you thought that I'd reveal that icon, you are fucked in the head!

Enjoy the following presentations:

Brownwood Breakfast:

Ya gets paid, ya gets fed!

Yepppp

My fucking birtday tomorrow...YAH!

Picnic Table Doubles..... and more!

Keepin' tha ears to tha streets... and that table.


I don't care.

More fuckin' pics!

Shot 1:

Shot 2:



My pimp hand is strong!


Droppin' the hammer!


Anybody recognize this fool?

400 Degree Chicken

Yo, it's another one of LMC's Wile-Ass Recipes. This one coming to yous in the midst of a fine drunk sesh... and there must be some kinda copyright on my soon-to-be-published recipe book title...

This one's more about the sauce and less the substance, but you'll need some 'yellow-bag Pilgrim's Pride hot wings' from Wal-Mart. Them shits get ya insideries jumpin'!

Now, melt an eighth of a block of the big Velveeta. Small bowl, big bowl, used Popeye's box... don't matter. The cardboard may incorporate itself and provide that there colon with, as NKOTB'd say: 'The Right Stuff'.

Put the following shit all up off in there:

- Some Summer Sausage - bit up wit' yo mouf, not some knifeage
- Some garlic powder... counteracts that Velvy Cholo Itis's.. and tastes good too!
- Some Baco's.. cuz ya needs tha poke

Make it another :25 in the reactor.

Now, pour to your heart's content with the Ranch... because it IS a food group after all, and you'd hate to miss the fuck out. Mix all in eith the same knife you slashed the Velveeta with to give it the same authenticity you started with. Don't ever introduce strange instruments into a recipe already in progress!

Exotic Comrades is ups...

exoticcomrades.com.... muthafuckas.

The shit's a simple type of shits, but it's gonna have all the damn videos from the past year up there. You want exotic hilarity a.k.a. drunken antics, then BUNG!, you got it!

Saturday Morning Sassy Fashion Shoot!

Damn sucka.. I shot myself!






Total gayness! Get rad!

Fuckin' Producin'!

The crib is deplete, and I'm on my feet... for now!

I've been patchin' cords, pushin' buttons, and strummin' strings..... and drinking heavily, all in the name of SO rad music.

Yeah!

Soon to be edited now... just read.

That's my boys!

Ha Ha! It's the boys... on the Mojo no less. When Brod told me about this, I couldn't believe it, but BAM! I rolled over and over on this one.

Hey.... you guys are semi-famous up there. Let me know when you start gettin' paid..

Hey.. it's episode 4!

Oh, I don't usually write the reviews for my more serious viewings, but hey...

It was good.

Jarmusch flicks are the only flicks that can make me feel uncomfortable. It's more like I feel uncomfortable for the characters. You may not understand why... but I fully comprehend the phenomenon.

Hey, Stone's car was rad too!

And a fuckin' Dolomite discussion.... Yeah!

Oh Six!

Always an adventure, and the first day of '06 wasn't one to disappoint!

A Mexican named Poncharelli bombing Keystones
Dropping 40's in the car park
Smashing free kid's bikes
Riding on Chrysler LeBarons
Having the cop's Glock in our backs
No Sleep 'Til HomeSkillets

It is the year of The Meat Eater Deluxe!