My wife is dead...High Five!
Alrighty then, time to get a quick update in.
It's Spring, bitches. Yay for no more snow and ice and blizzards and sleet and no more almost hitting trees.
So I got my income check in the mail. $423.68. God bless the government...wait what?
Eugene got his head shaved on Raw, and it was hilarious. Makes me wish I were still friends with Jen so I could be like "I'm coming over to watch Wrestlemania bitch, and you better have a pizza waiting for me too." Of course if I tried to call her I'd probably have the same thing happen to me that happened to Ken, which was her Gay BF Carl Storms getting small-man syndrome and immediately picking up her phone and telling him never to call his GF again.
So my CD player won't eject the CD that's in it (now it won't play it either, but that might be partially due to me jamming shit in there trying to get it out). Considering I already sprung for 2 harnessing kits, then new front speakers...I'm saying fuck it. I'm not paying more money for some asshole to try and fix it, only for it to happen again in a month. I give up. I'm happy with the radio. I listen to that 95% of the time anyways.
Incase I didn't mention it, the niners madeoff with Nate Clements and Michael Lewis in free agency. Of course the only thing they did to address WR was sign Ashley Lelie, who is a turd. This concerns me since they haven't selected a WR in the draft who panned out longterm since 96 when they took Terrell Owens...who also turned out to be a piece of shit, but atleast he was good. And he caught that winning TD against Green Bay in the 98 Wildcard, that which brought me much joy reminding Braxton of over and over again. Huzzah.
Annies is back open again. I haven't been up there yet, mainly because I'm never really in JT anymore now that Ken's in the hood.
So what have I been up to? Let's see...2 weekends ago was Kristen's mom's birthday so I got to devour a bigass steak at the Outback Steakhouse. It was glorious. Then I got to pointout the Ron Jeremy book at Barnes and Noble to Kristen, which she was disgusted by. I was also tempted to buy the Jenna Jameson book for shits and giggles until I realized it was 600 pages, and then I said fuck that shit...also I doubt her parents would think highly of that move lol. But seriously, I watched the true hollywood story on her...why the fuck do I need to read 600 pages on her too? I really don't care what her life was like growing up, I'm more concerned with whether she's going back to fucking guys or not now that her and her husband split. Seriously.
Speaking of Porn, me and Kristen rented the Paris Hilton porn to see what all the fuss was about. It was actually pretty boring...and goddamn that dude was annoying. He had like the male fran drescher (sp?) laugh going on. Not only was Paris a dead lay, but her phone rang while she was getting it doggystyle and she had the nerve to crawl away and check her phone. I'd have completely backhanded the shit out of her right then and there on the spot. The guy also had a habit of admiring his shlong infront of the camera, which was incredibly gay. The only moment worth watching was the blowjob scene. Paris gives decent head, which kind've surprised me.
Still speaking of porn, Ray J (Brandy's brother who sucks at Rapping) decided he'd come out with a porn too. God his career sucks.
Anyways I got shit to do biatch.
It's Spring, bitches. Yay for no more snow and ice and blizzards and sleet and no more almost hitting trees.
So I got my income check in the mail. $423.68. God bless the government...wait what?
Eugene got his head shaved on Raw, and it was hilarious. Makes me wish I were still friends with Jen so I could be like "I'm coming over to watch Wrestlemania bitch, and you better have a pizza waiting for me too." Of course if I tried to call her I'd probably have the same thing happen to me that happened to Ken, which was her Gay BF Carl Storms getting small-man syndrome and immediately picking up her phone and telling him never to call his GF again.
So my CD player won't eject the CD that's in it (now it won't play it either, but that might be partially due to me jamming shit in there trying to get it out). Considering I already sprung for 2 harnessing kits, then new front speakers...I'm saying fuck it. I'm not paying more money for some asshole to try and fix it, only for it to happen again in a month. I give up. I'm happy with the radio. I listen to that 95% of the time anyways.
Incase I didn't mention it, the niners madeoff with Nate Clements and Michael Lewis in free agency. Of course the only thing they did to address WR was sign Ashley Lelie, who is a turd. This concerns me since they haven't selected a WR in the draft who panned out longterm since 96 when they took Terrell Owens...who also turned out to be a piece of shit, but atleast he was good. And he caught that winning TD against Green Bay in the 98 Wildcard, that which brought me much joy reminding Braxton of over and over again. Huzzah.
Annies is back open again. I haven't been up there yet, mainly because I'm never really in JT anymore now that Ken's in the hood.
So what have I been up to? Let's see...2 weekends ago was Kristen's mom's birthday so I got to devour a bigass steak at the Outback Steakhouse. It was glorious. Then I got to pointout the Ron Jeremy book at Barnes and Noble to Kristen, which she was disgusted by. I was also tempted to buy the Jenna Jameson book for shits and giggles until I realized it was 600 pages, and then I said fuck that shit...also I doubt her parents would think highly of that move lol. But seriously, I watched the true hollywood story on her...why the fuck do I need to read 600 pages on her too? I really don't care what her life was like growing up, I'm more concerned with whether she's going back to fucking guys or not now that her and her husband split. Seriously.
Speaking of Porn, me and Kristen rented the Paris Hilton porn to see what all the fuss was about. It was actually pretty boring...and goddamn that dude was annoying. He had like the male fran drescher (sp?) laugh going on. Not only was Paris a dead lay, but her phone rang while she was getting it doggystyle and she had the nerve to crawl away and check her phone. I'd have completely backhanded the shit out of her right then and there on the spot. The guy also had a habit of admiring his shlong infront of the camera, which was incredibly gay. The only moment worth watching was the blowjob scene. Paris gives decent head, which kind've surprised me.
Still speaking of porn, Ray J (Brandy's brother who sucks at Rapping) decided he'd come out with a porn too. God his career sucks.
Anyways I got shit to do biatch.