jeah fuck overdrafts, traffic tickits, rapflation, poverty, struggling, scraping, my crappy job, credit cards…… i am gettin my can of black rusto and a brick or too right now
nice gun (with scope) shooting camera shaped like the battery charge indicator on my Mac Book that I just Rusto-ed flat bleezy and shit inside and closed together like a motherfuckin George Foreman shit waffle maker and then wrapped a bow of laced together used Lifestyles condoms that Gingerbread collected in Market St. theater around it and chucked it in a perfect spiral right into Gavin “Im gonna hold SF down the way Brody Jenner holds down the Hills” Newsome’s fucking dome-piece, making it explode into a silicon/shit swirl all over his coke-froze face sending him into cardiac arrest, so that his butt-buddy Sean Penn has perform CPR in a shit swap that rivals two girls one cup. Oh, God this sick fucking world…
CUNT Bitch Stanford Student cocktail waitress who thinks we came to see her and not get blind drunk and tell her to sit on it who left us waiting for 45 minutes for overpriced bar food in a Palo Alto sports bar hellhole: “Are you guys hungry?”
Then walked away.
20 minutes later comes back with like four wings and 2 pieces on celery and no fuckin blue cheese for $8.95
Waitress: “Do you guys need anything else?”
My Homie Bloody Vein doesn’t even look up from his plate: “Get the fuck away from me.”
I laughed harder than I have since I saw Billy Bob huck that empty pint at the windshield of that Benz in the mall parking lot in Bad Santa. So, yeah, out here in the West Bay, the service industry gets the bleezy breezy too, nobody’s safe, cuz nobody’s innocent.
November 28th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
ughlah
November 29th, 2007 at 1:13 am
jeah fuck overdrafts, traffic tickits, rapflation, poverty, struggling, scraping, my crappy job, credit cards…… i am gettin my can of black rusto and a brick or too right now
November 29th, 2007 at 12:16 pm
nice gun (with scope) shooting camera shaped like the battery charge indicator on my Mac Book that I just Rusto-ed flat bleezy and shit inside and closed together like a motherfuckin George Foreman shit waffle maker and then wrapped a bow of laced together used Lifestyles condoms that Gingerbread collected in Market St. theater around it and chucked it in a perfect spiral right into Gavin “Im gonna hold SF down the way Brody Jenner holds down the Hills” Newsome’s fucking dome-piece, making it explode into a silicon/shit swirl all over his coke-froze face sending him into cardiac arrest, so that his butt-buddy Sean Penn has perform CPR in a shit swap that rivals two girls one cup. Oh, God this sick fucking world…
CUNT Bitch Stanford Student cocktail waitress who thinks we came to see her and not get blind drunk and tell her to sit on it who left us waiting for 45 minutes for overpriced bar food in a Palo Alto sports bar hellhole: “Are you guys hungry?”
Then walked away.
20 minutes later comes back with like four wings and 2 pieces on celery and no fuckin blue cheese for $8.95
Waitress: “Do you guys need anything else?”
My Homie Bloody Vein doesn’t even look up from his plate: “Get the fuck away from me.”
I laughed harder than I have since I saw Billy Bob huck that empty pint at the windshield of that Benz in the mall parking lot in Bad Santa. So, yeah, out here in the West Bay, the service industry gets the bleezy breezy too, nobody’s safe, cuz nobody’s innocent.
November 29th, 2007 at 2:17 pm
Fuck yall I stay paid.
November 30th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
How i spent my friday night, GURP CITY: BRICKTHROWA EDITION.
find a brick.
paint it black.
throw it at bank or building of choice.