"deez rips on tha mask get me soooo zooted"-yours truly.heheheh
im gonna give it to ya all straight, cause if its one thing mike derobbio is known for its calling it like it is. so we was sittin around in the infamous garage, we had smoked a couple of blunts, and i called up kurt to see if he wanted to crip walk over to la casa. kurt is a funny mother fucker, good worker but hes got scoliosis, so he walks like a tyrannasaurus rex. i remember one time when we were doin a client(the yard not the broad!haha) and i was sleeping in the van cause my stomach was fuckin killin me, i ate a 23 ounce steak for breakfast that day with a side of 3 eggs, and a loaf of toast. and i woke myself up snoring, and checked up on my teammate kurty and he was pushin tha lawnmower like he had the space shuttle shot into his ass, so i rolls down muh window and says to him, i says.
"eyyyy, kurty old buddy ol pal,...you need some rest, you wanna take a break man...you look tired, wanna break? want me to work some?"
he jerked around really quick and said
"ehehehe, nawww miiiike uh uh uh im o oo k"
so i says.
"well you know on any other day i would be workin with you, but my stomach is fuckin killin me."
and thats when it fuckin happened, i felt the shit in my stomach and lifted cheek to let one slip, and ended up takin a fat shit in my pants...im not sure why i always shit my pants, i think its because people put laxatives in my coffe, i know it wouldnt be because i eat twice my body weight in food every day and my stomach cant handle all that food. thats just fuckin ridiculous.
oops, got a little side tracked.
anyways so i calls kut up and no one was der', we broke out the gas mask, and got zooted on some snazzy ass pot.i bought my boys some quarts and we all got drunk, and they kept makin fun of my glasses, the way i tawk, my bald head, my big stomach, and how io always veer off the subject and end up shitting my pants when the night is over. i dont care that much, i put up with it because the only way people hang out with me is if i let em make fun of me...
lindas fuckin on my case, i gotta jet brother.
XmegamikeX
"eyyyy, kurty old buddy ol pal,...you need some rest, you wanna take a break man...you look tired, wanna break? want me to work some?"
he jerked around really quick and said
"ehehehe, nawww miiiike uh uh uh im o oo k"
so i says.
"well you know on any other day i would be workin with you, but my stomach is fuckin killin me."
and thats when it fuckin happened, i felt the shit in my stomach and lifted cheek to let one slip, and ended up takin a fat shit in my pants...im not sure why i always shit my pants, i think its because people put laxatives in my coffe, i know it wouldnt be because i eat twice my body weight in food every day and my stomach cant handle all that food. thats just fuckin ridiculous.
oops, got a little side tracked.
anyways so i calls kut up and no one was der', we broke out the gas mask, and got zooted on some snazzy ass pot.i bought my boys some quarts and we all got drunk, and they kept makin fun of my glasses, the way i tawk, my bald head, my big stomach, and how io always veer off the subject and end up shitting my pants when the night is over. i dont care that much, i put up with it because the only way people hang out with me is if i let em make fun of me...
lindas fuckin on my case, i gotta jet brother.
XmegamikeX