brainshakes
what the hell?! i leave for awhile , and you mess it all up?! what the hell. alright people, getyershitogether....new rules coming soon.
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look! new rules. i will be comisioning a disitegration ray. this will only be used by me. if you bug me, look at me the wrong way, or you're scooter is too slow you will be humanly erased.
also there will be a no complaining clause. you complain , you die. all homes will be wired with audio and video survalence (for my entertainment of course) and only my vote counts on american idol. because carrie underwood sucks dog shit. nap time.
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i've decided that the world is out of control. and it is so that i shall have to take over. how to go about taking over the world...hmmm...don't know yet. changes will be in order. the first to go (que the darth vader music) republicans..or as i like to call them.. the evil empire. the second thing to go...jobs. you want somethin ...get it yourself. (and i don't wanna work anymore) the only allowable transportation will be motorized scooters. except for me of course. i get to drive whatever i want. so neh. more rules will be coming soon. so do the right thing , and follow them. that is all , i'm tired . and i'm going to take a nap. when i take a nap, you have to take a nap also. it's called manditory nap time. now go....
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ok, so i'm ridin around in a truck alllllll day and of course the radio's goin. so we got's music, wich is the only thing keeping me from going retarted..(completely) and i have a tendency to change lyrics and or song titles.. these are a few.
love is a battlefield.----love is a cattlefield. popular in arkansas.
blackhole sun.----asshole son, what a bum, ya crashed the car again,asshole son what a bum..what a bum.
i don't know the title to this one, but it was by papa roach..it starts by going..cut my life into pieces..so i changed it..(a little)....cut my wife into pieces. now that's funny.
open arms...so now i come to you with broken arms. (now everytime you hear this tune..you'll think of me
janie's got a gun...brace yourself..this is a bit gross. ---- janie's got the runs. eeewwww.. thats pretty funny too!!
if i had a million dollars---if i had a million dollars i wouldn't have to wright a retarded fucking song!!
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ya ever have one of those bugars that gets lodged in yer nose and no matter how you try it just wont't come out? ya pick 'an pick but it just won't budge. i mean ya can feel it up there, it's that kind when you inhale it's ok, but when ya exhale . you do these little short ,quick exhales so you wind up lookin like a rabbit that overdosed on clovers. you keep pickin and it's rollin' around and around...then viola!!! you grab hold...uh oh...whats this?....it's on it's way out but....ecckkhhh..it feels as though it's half way down your throat..and ya make that "guuh" sound. then ya look at it... wonder at it's existence.... then look around..see if anybody's lookin'?
me niether.
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ok, driving around all day on my job just makes me wonder where the hell some poeple get the nerve.......no driving after ..lets..say...65. you turn 65..go home..stay home ..play some canasta or somethin'. teen drivers...oy. first of all just 'cuz your lil import sounds like someone shaking an empty soup can with a couple bb's in it ; doesn't mean you're fast. and you have this amazing thing they just invented...it's called a blinker!!!! sheeesh. sit up straight when you drive fer cryin' out loud...you really think you look cool leaning to the right? get yerself a girlfriend ....soccer mom's. nobody cares that you own a minivan..and a cell phone and have more offspring than a cockroach, and your hubby works downtown. get off the road go home and eat 'cher ice cream and masturbate. ..cuz ya know yer hubby's screwin the secretary anyway.
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alive and well. i haven't blogged in some time now. i haven't been so busy that i just can't blog. i guess i don't have much to talk about. i'll be around.....i'm gonna go say hey to my buddy salvidor......ciao
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