shit happens....
so i awaken and get my fin' aid taken care of. i get my rent paid. i leave for work. it was another busy day. until...
SNAP! POW! grindgrindgrind...
these are the sounds you hear wehen you are turning the corner of alafaya and university and your lower ball joint buckles and your CV joint snaps away from the trans axel and your car leans to the driver's side and proceeds to grind to a hault at the corner just beyond the washboard road that did her in, with the wheel leaning out in a fashion reminiscient to a broken leg.
these are the events of my day. so since the car has breathed it's last gasp i am getting my sportscar sooner than i thought. within the next few weeks i suppose.
at least i wasn't moving at 90mph when it gave way. and i was not hurt at all. i didn't get a ticket either and i got alot of help from a very nice state trooper (first time for everything) officer Martinez. i have AAA so i had irish mikes tow it home and called in to work. my boss gave me the day off. i stayed home. watched Happy tree friends and played burger time on my nes.
life is beautiful.
zoom zoom zoom. coming soon: my first 316.191
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just kidding. street racing is bad.
For those of you who don't know:
Hooker with a Penis
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
i like this song and think it's a great response to stupidity in person. IMHO.
SNAP! POW! grindgrindgrind...
these are the sounds you hear wehen you are turning the corner of alafaya and university and your lower ball joint buckles and your CV joint snaps away from the trans axel and your car leans to the driver's side and proceeds to grind to a hault at the corner just beyond the washboard road that did her in, with the wheel leaning out in a fashion reminiscient to a broken leg.
these are the events of my day. so since the car has breathed it's last gasp i am getting my sportscar sooner than i thought. within the next few weeks i suppose.
at least i wasn't moving at 90mph when it gave way. and i was not hurt at all. i didn't get a ticket either and i got alot of help from a very nice state trooper (first time for everything) officer Martinez. i have AAA so i had irish mikes tow it home and called in to work. my boss gave me the day off. i stayed home. watched Happy tree friends and played burger time on my nes.
life is beautiful.
zoom zoom zoom. coming soon: my first 316.191
-
just kidding. street racing is bad.
For those of you who don't know:
Hooker with a Penis
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
i like this song and think it's a great response to stupidity in person. IMHO.