Yeast.
Oh god I feel like Imma throw up...
I started running today with Brad and Carl (who was there in spirit, but physically asleep in his bed), and I now know how out of shape I really am. Actually, I don't think I'm so much out of shape as I am not in shape. Like, I wouldn't say Brad is out of shape really (he does all that martial arts hoop-lah), and Brad puked! I didn't, cuz I'm the greatest, but man I WISH I did. I felt like hell afterwards. Shit, I STILL feel like hell. It will be cool though, cuz by the end of the summer we are gonna be all in shape and sexy and shit. It will be KEY.
Friday was semi-fun. I really didn't do anything all day (that I can remember), but at nite Audiogeek (Baz) and myself went to Harbor House and got some PIE!!! Well, actually, he got a salad and a hamburger and some saltine crackers, and I got pie. Man, like, it's no homemade pie, but it's pretty key for what it is. They have pretty good ice cream too that they.... HOLD UP OMG!!!!111oneoneone! If you DON'T know about "Cake Batter" Ice cream, go outside and shoot yourself in the kneecap then walk over to a Cold Stone right goddamn!!! Holy SHIT that shit's good (props to Ralph aka Robin for showin' me what was up). It's like taking butter, putting sugar on it, then walking over to Cold Stone and getting some good-ass ice cream. Here are they key ingredients:
1. Fun
2. Sunshine
3. Salt
4. Some kinda sweetness
5. Sex
6. Video games
That gives you a pretty good idea as to what it is like to eat it. *pant pant pant* ok ok ok ok, back to what I was talking about; Baz is doing good, though I never see him cuz he avoids me like the plague. May 21st is gonna be RAD. Baz and I are going to Las Vegas so he can play this party and sex up all the ladies. I'm going to fly wing-man and steal booze cuz that's what I do. It's all paid for and shit too, which is fuck-tastic.
A while ago I was driving back from Covina (I had to drop off some paintings...don't ask, bitch or I'll fucking kill you cuz im Slim Shady!!), and as I was pulling up to a red light, I noticed a sticker on the back of some guys truck that said "Cure Autism Now!". I also noted that lack of testosterone coming from the truck as well. It was really funny, cuz the guy who was driving the truck had like his hat on and these big mutton chops and some "bad ass" tattoos, and I'm sure he was listening to Metallica or Blink 182 or Culture Club or some shit like that. You know, a MANLY mans band. Anywho, the sticker made me irate, and I'll tell you why. You always get all these people with these "Cure AIDS" or "Cure Cancer" or "Shoot Men" stickers on their cars, and it makes me wonder; Shouldn't people concentrate on one fucking problem at a time instead of fucking around with other shitty "problems" that really aren't a big deal? Who the FUCK cares about Autism?!? I mean, It just makes little kids retarded. Shit, if we didn't have Autism, we wouldn't have rad movies like "Mercury Rising" which I haven't seen in a while but I think it involved Bruce Willis slapping some retard around for about 108 minutes. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Autism isn't so much a "problem" as it is an "inconvenience", and only then to dumb ass parents who don't get an abortion when they find out their kid is a retard. Parents that take care of their retarded children are fucking idiots. "Oh, we love him he is our child blah blah blah", well guess what, fuck-stick, he doesn't comprehend your love. He is retarded, as in, he has the brain power of a chopped salad. Not only does he not even know who you are, much less how you feel, he is going to suck up all of your money for special care and shit. I've got your special care right here in the form of some 12-Gauge Magnum rounds for my shotgun. We should be concentrating on getting rid of REAL problems like AIDS and My Low Bank Account Syndrome, or MLBAS. The problem with the human race in general is that we are so goddamn narrow sighted that we can't see past our own bullshit and realize that there are things out there bigger than us that we really should all focus on as one people and get fixed, goddamn it. And we should also kill all the retards.
Speaking of white people...
I was wondering if you would like to join my "Vanilla Ice When He Was In TMNT: The Secret Of The Ooze For About 10 Minutes" (or VIWHWITMNTTSOTOFA10M) Club. It is quite fun. We regularly enjoy the following activities at our meetings:
Scuba Diving
Soul Calibur 2 Tournaments
Processed Cheese Slinging
Long walks on the Beach
Onion Grazing
Arts 'n Crafts
Flag Burning
If you are interested in joining, or maybe would like to receive a pamphlet with more details, please contact me, myself, or I. Thank you for your time, and have a glorious day.
I started running today with Brad and Carl (who was there in spirit, but physically asleep in his bed), and I now know how out of shape I really am. Actually, I don't think I'm so much out of shape as I am not in shape. Like, I wouldn't say Brad is out of shape really (he does all that martial arts hoop-lah), and Brad puked! I didn't, cuz I'm the greatest, but man I WISH I did. I felt like hell afterwards. Shit, I STILL feel like hell. It will be cool though, cuz by the end of the summer we are gonna be all in shape and sexy and shit. It will be KEY.
Friday was semi-fun. I really didn't do anything all day (that I can remember), but at nite Audiogeek (Baz) and myself went to Harbor House and got some PIE!!! Well, actually, he got a salad and a hamburger and some saltine crackers, and I got pie. Man, like, it's no homemade pie, but it's pretty key for what it is. They have pretty good ice cream too that they.... HOLD UP OMG!!!!111oneoneone! If you DON'T know about "Cake Batter" Ice cream, go outside and shoot yourself in the kneecap then walk over to a Cold Stone right goddamn!!! Holy SHIT that shit's good (props to Ralph aka Robin for showin' me what was up). It's like taking butter, putting sugar on it, then walking over to Cold Stone and getting some good-ass ice cream. Here are they key ingredients:
1. Fun
2. Sunshine
3. Salt
4. Some kinda sweetness
5. Sex
6. Video games
That gives you a pretty good idea as to what it is like to eat it. *pant pant pant* ok ok ok ok, back to what I was talking about; Baz is doing good, though I never see him cuz he avoids me like the plague. May 21st is gonna be RAD. Baz and I are going to Las Vegas so he can play this party and sex up all the ladies. I'm going to fly wing-man and steal booze cuz that's what I do. It's all paid for and shit too, which is fuck-tastic.
A while ago I was driving back from Covina (I had to drop off some paintings...don't ask, bitch or I'll fucking kill you cuz im Slim Shady!!), and as I was pulling up to a red light, I noticed a sticker on the back of some guys truck that said "Cure Autism Now!". I also noted that lack of testosterone coming from the truck as well. It was really funny, cuz the guy who was driving the truck had like his hat on and these big mutton chops and some "bad ass" tattoos, and I'm sure he was listening to Metallica or Blink 182 or Culture Club or some shit like that. You know, a MANLY mans band. Anywho, the sticker made me irate, and I'll tell you why. You always get all these people with these "Cure AIDS" or "Cure Cancer" or "Shoot Men" stickers on their cars, and it makes me wonder; Shouldn't people concentrate on one fucking problem at a time instead of fucking around with other shitty "problems" that really aren't a big deal? Who the FUCK cares about Autism?!? I mean, It just makes little kids retarded. Shit, if we didn't have Autism, we wouldn't have rad movies like "Mercury Rising" which I haven't seen in a while but I think it involved Bruce Willis slapping some retard around for about 108 minutes. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Autism isn't so much a "problem" as it is an "inconvenience", and only then to dumb ass parents who don't get an abortion when they find out their kid is a retard. Parents that take care of their retarded children are fucking idiots. "Oh, we love him he is our child blah blah blah", well guess what, fuck-stick, he doesn't comprehend your love. He is retarded, as in, he has the brain power of a chopped salad. Not only does he not even know who you are, much less how you feel, he is going to suck up all of your money for special care and shit. I've got your special care right here in the form of some 12-Gauge Magnum rounds for my shotgun. We should be concentrating on getting rid of REAL problems like AIDS and My Low Bank Account Syndrome, or MLBAS. The problem with the human race in general is that we are so goddamn narrow sighted that we can't see past our own bullshit and realize that there are things out there bigger than us that we really should all focus on as one people and get fixed, goddamn it. And we should also kill all the retards.
Speaking of white people...
I was wondering if you would like to join my "Vanilla Ice When He Was In TMNT: The Secret Of The Ooze For About 10 Minutes" (or VIWHWITMNTTSOTOFA10M) Club. It is quite fun. We regularly enjoy the following activities at our meetings:
Scuba Diving
Soul Calibur 2 Tournaments
Processed Cheese Slinging
Long walks on the Beach
Onion Grazing
Arts 'n Crafts
Flag Burning
If you are interested in joining, or maybe would like to receive a pamphlet with more details, please contact me, myself, or I. Thank you for your time, and have a glorious day.