tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76607722011-12-16T11:55:43.252-08:00menoreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-87510622022856589152008-05-04T18:04:00.000-07:002008-05-04T21:53:52.790-07:00

K.L.I.T.Z. - B - R.E.D.D.Y. wuz a stone flop, no/joke. First of allah, I gotz this mad case 'a writa's block like straight---a---wayz, an' could not ra-hyyme even tinies such az clip and blip, let alone $uch nazzty fare az cilantro an' Toronto (which iz m4d-tite, and I am developin' that 1 in a side project called LimbzBLoose). Then mah loot pile dryyed up like a lick from a snake, an' since I

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-21614566544104990832007-12-04T01:19:00.000-08:002007-12-04T01:52:16.704-08:00

Yo yo so sheck it an deck it! Pitty pie driva' ol' jobba @ Colonel Luigi's dip-dived when tha place went outta business (Col L stone diggz on coke-kayyne lately, hell of opened a jizzoint in Bevmo Hillz an lost it like all threah of he'z jizzointz) so I wuz sittin' on some grandz wonderin' what up Nexxtel. Cold fresh start of a new hiphop Qrew, doh. Ladies an gentlemenzz, R U reddy for:K.L.I.T.Z.

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1641002816064095602007-06-19T17:17:00.000-07:002007-06-19T17:27:22.393-07:00

Wutz it UP and werez it BIN summa krew! Stil kol-klikkity wit da piazza-pie flumpity-flunk jobba, hella crookin' mad cash at Colonel Luigi's, mad at all anglez. An now mush be spizzanin' on tha beef /n Molly weddin'. Too sad, coulda' clocked dat perkitious aazzzzzzzzzzz. Wuz a fine 1. Plunkin' tha grosslicious lineup 'a bryydesmaidz gonna keep dis flumpa' in unrolled rubbaz and taken-off

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1170286871049965772007-01-31T15:19:00.000-08:002007-01-31T15:41:11.066-08:00

Yo 2 "u," gotz me some fyyyyyn gig droppin' off de hot steamzin' pizza p-p-p-pyyyez at the house of a dude who is hongry. They dudez are so hongry in tha winter ta-hyme, they mad grobble on much pyez, an i be workin' sometimes til de l8 hour of 3:15. Colonel Luigi's, which b the place of mah employ (ownah Luigi Wong iz half I-talian -n- half Of The Chineze), got much lax rulezz bout claimin' yo

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1160012609270314192006-10-04T18:24:00.000-07:002006-10-04T18:43:29.280-07:00

Dergz I gotta sum new jabba, Krunk Drunkle Ray been hellz 'a some Niggard Lee at me l8ly, all sayinz' sum softserveproduktdatcomezouttahizazz 'bout response-ho-billity. That shit iz peppa-flavah, 2hot and 2raw, procezzed by a colon, but I gotz 2 werk cuz I got 2 get P41D, son. So yay Charley you azk, what u doin' now 2 make tha printed-on paypah' billz. I stone cold drive a pizza pie 2 a man

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1156231835599652932006-08-22T00:04:00.000-07:002006-08-22T00:30:35.610-07:00

Sumbuddy kold kurmudgeon'd mah N-tire scene, now I B on tha lam from Sandy Lew'z hella Chineez fambly, why I alwayz B on tha runn from AZN peepz. Molly did U stone dickle me, this seemz 2 far 4 even U.Long storeyz B shorteyz, I Had2-Quit mah puncha' @ Stahbukkszibbit even tho I was much climbed on tha payscale ladda' an almos' balancin' on they top stepz where they sticka' say DON'T STAND. I

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1151542429996530022006-06-28T17:45:00.000-07:002006-06-28T17:53:50.056-07:00

Bitch b kraff7y, Molly cold sic'd azn Sandy Lew on me, hella pork produktzz in she jeanz. She mus' B t3llin' Sandy I Is in2 h.e.r., cause next thaAang I knowz Sandy Lew gotz her azn mom and azn pops all into tha StahBuks, compl373ly azkin' why I ain't b an AZN peep. I know Molly cold set that 4ngle up, hellza laughin n pryvate. N0w I got 2 get marriedzz 2 a chineze chick i ain't even like, which

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1147323570307295812006-05-10T21:45:00.000-07:002006-05-10T21:59:30.346-07:00

All de day long Charley scrubbz tha flo'z, fillz up the wooden tonzil-scrapah's wit-what you stir yo' coffee, even risin' up thru de ranks at Stahbukkszibbit to show a lady he can true keep he bond or promiz. Charley got mad clean shirtzz on, clean apron every day, soft shoes to be N a good moodz all 8 hours he be on. I be cold from tha 1920s all so crisp and chazte.But the lady she do not notiz.

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1138345766261613842006-01-26T22:46:00.000-08:002006-01-26T23:09:26.313-08:00

Diggit doggit + sniggity snoggit. I col' stone wizzerked up tha ladder at Starbukkzzzzz and now mad be proppin' Payscale 2. Shit B golden glue, I even is trussted separatin' the pastries an' puttin them in tha correct display case trayzz. I basically ownz tha comp4ny.Chik chak Molly tha berdie of Roast Beef tha Whackjob cold startin' 2 frizzle me on the pantsfront, cold freestyle-think'n of waxin

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1133430285250515292005-12-01T01:13:00.000-08:002005-12-01T01:44:45.296-08:00

FaggitUp, I got zactly zero dukes from ma' Suicide Girls photospree. Shit even featured mad pics o' mah joint cold floating at or near the surface of hot tub water. Sucks 2B tha laydees who did not see those photographs, 'cause so many laydees coulda' and shoulda' seen my sweet pecka'.Nerd it, I got 2 take a jyobbh @ starbukks [but put that shine in reverse italics as though a wind gesture blow'd

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1129951305077934072005-10-21T20:11:00.000-07:002005-10-21T20:26:11.476-07:00

Doggz tha logfiles say I got only 1 vue of mah neww-stylezz joint-o-vision photo set on Suicide Girls, which lead me to B-leave thatt they server be krap'd-on and entirely kaput. Tha set wuz sexksy-insaaaane: I cold stood in the hot tub, pulled mah short-pantzz aside, and aimed my Nokia down in that place to snap mad-erotik piczz. It iz m-possible 2 say how hott the GIFs of mah joint were, usin'

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1128753452004275702005-10-07T23:22:00.000-07:002005-10-07T23:37:32.010-07:00

Check it don't wreck it, allz - Charley S (aka Icky Skillz) b a model at Suicide Girls, aka tha qinky site where tha qinky young laydeez be showin' they qinky booty pahhtz an' tittles wit dey nipple-ringz. Sanford and Son would get much wood, they see so much junk and metal.Befo' you get all wicked-confused an barf all over yosef' in confusion, please allow me 2 ex-plain that they got a new

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1127447854479351322005-09-22T20:43:00.000-07:002005-09-22T20:57:34.486-07:00

Bologgo Doggo's: I up and knew that anchovies would taste mightily of crud-ass, but in tyyme it wuz re-vealed un2 me that these bad little fishes be little mouth citizens. Crapple (Uncle Ray) stone dicked up some little white anchovies on famous small bread wit' guac an that nasty ol' was a damn tasty! Only other tyyme i gotz near the oily fishez wuz when Kumar's dad cold fucxed up a pizza we

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1125126410141629192005-08-26T23:54:00.000-07:002005-08-27T00:07:54.433-07:00

H.M.S.X.U.E.L.Z. SUMR.CAMP, aka CHRIS ONSTAD, raunch fogeyed tha dope, straight lyyed 2 me about gettin' paid fo' my p[oems]. Word dick had me all junk-firm on publishin' my heartfeldtt wordzz bout CURPETER tha most modern gangsta since EMINEM cold bust a gasket but then he mention he got no more cash, project cold took a nose. TIME magazine or Wired consider Onstad a fucked propysytyn. Well thyn

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1121151382459509642005-07-11T03:42:00.000-07:002005-07-11T23:56:22.466-07:00

This week we get mad into Curpeter and his troubles. we do not mess around wit' sick sortzz of helloes.- - - - -IN FROM THA DAMN RAYYN HE SATUnder tha bridge in the park,Curpeter hidezzHidezz in the huge pipecorrugated, ten feet tall.The rain fall, the cops be on he scent.He figgaz' on two minutes.Still he got he piece.Eat it? Dump it in thee water?Who cares. Curpeter busts out.Mad runs

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1120282790197099852005-07-01T22:24:00.000-07:002005-07-01T22:39:50.203-07:00

word it up and around, O-Poop shopped mah last poemzz, tha one about Curpeter the Self-Suiciding Boy and check it! Eminem's agent optioned it for four figures w/a percentage. old agent all said it ain't em's style of writin' but was too good to pass up. O took he 60 cutz which was a cold stang but slipped me my fo-tay and threw down another c-note to dittle off some mo' crazy emotion-based youth

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1119081769448678882005-06-18T05:47:00.000-07:002005-06-18T01:02:49.456-07:00

Alright so O-manor pulled tha icy one on my last two but he still gotz mad vision of a book by youth poets he can sell to Wired or Time Magazine (both madly important culture pieces, magazines, all). Hell of folks would get interested in tha youth thoughtzz if I could get my shizzler to concentrate up both ways and sing tha mad emotionzz and bleak future which pre-presents itself to mah guangdong

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1117950271229698482005-06-02T19:24:00.000-07:002005-06-04T22:44:31.236-07:00

yo yo yo, O-dogg dropped another hundo on me this week an said Try Again, he still got the idea that youth of today got to write poems to represent they new stylezz and blend of life. he gonna compile a sick spine 'a the stuff and make it all into WIRED an TIME MAGAZINE an shit, major magazines of this day. so problem is, i got no ideas about new poemzz this week and i'm just gonna run ya down

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1117184552447016882005-05-26T10:44:00.000-07:002005-05-27T02:02:32.453-07:00

Ol' mister shitty dropped a c-note on my desk and said to type up some poems on tha double22! I ain't never even seen the holmes before but tha bill checked out so I owe some dude some rhymezz. Check it, peep it, keep it or bleep it. I ain't care 'bout nobody, nowhere! Not by the hair of my rude derriere.HUNDRED DOLLAR POEMCharley has a hundred bucks!He will buy himself some sucks...to beyou, my

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1115798315811581012005-05-11T00:34:00.000-07:002005-05-11T01:01:03.046-07:00

Doggs I got me a dabble, and it be wine, yo. Pimple Ray left he bottle of some grapes out and I cold copped a top. was some action named Gewords tra-minor or other fancy wine terms. Shit be tha damn kanndy of tippin' them back, all like some MD20/20 but widdout that 'stang.I am straight up a person who completely can say wine terms now. If you even get near me I will scream in your face that

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1114764908337328262005-04-28T22:50:00.000-07:002005-04-29T01:55:08.336-07:00

wit all the tyyme away from tha damn bookz I goin' cook up some action on my weed angle, yo. got Uncle Ray outta the biz pretty wily, Téodor still a tightey, maybe gonna have him sell to Uncle Ray indirectley thru me. That is tha klassic circuit, all, tha Pyramid. that's how the deuces like old Trump and Fred Mcdonalds make they scratch, by cold existin as a virus.I am gonna make mad bank peddlin

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1113461792955165262005-04-13T22:45:00.000-07:002005-04-13T23:56:32.956-07:00

shizzito, my damn uncle tryin' to cut in on my weed biz, all! I ain't got that many clients--just Téodor at this early stage, in all franktuality--and it ain't like i need that cheepsty shoppin' around. I got a ruse on, posin' as this crazy azn dude who wants to cap uncle ray 'cause he is a rival drug dealer, the dude already who is on tha block, you know.I ain't know how long I can keep up tha

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1112343215044942242005-04-01T00:02:00.000-08:002005-04-01T00:13:35.046-08:00

Damn so you can't even get a klown gig in this butt-stylezz town what unless you got in wit tha klown union! they this main agency that got a corner on all klown gigs, an they keep a damn list of all newspaper births and then computer filezz on when the born babies turn two an' shit, they snatch up all tha leads befo' I can book any payouts. It is a stone fuck to make it in this world if you are

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1109584253432450152005-02-27T22:41:00.000-08:002005-02-28T01:50:53.433-08:00

Man, dudes down in auto Row all straight up laughed in my fizzle, sayin' map crap bout unpaid apprenticeship and trade school. I ain't need that noize. put that noize in a baggie and pop it by a fool, yo. I know when I'm wastin' my long and short handzz.on the way home I figga'd it out: I'm goin-2 set up a clown company, you know, but awesome clowns! kid parties always need some kinda clown, but

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1108952075664074072005-02-20T20:05:00.000-08:002005-02-20T18:14:35.666-08:00

Uncle Ray says if I'm gonna quit school I got to have a good jobbah lined up and get tha GED. GED is this piece of paper that has a math problem ons, yo, and you got to sign your name sayin' you agree. They ain't no ceremony.So's I might tool it on down to auto row and see if I can line up some action detailin' cars. I ain't speak of no washin' the hubcaps, I mean pinstripin', airbrushin', mad

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1107512786895404492005-02-03T18:19:00.000-08:002005-02-04T02:26:26.896-08:00

Damn but uncle Ray has another Ode Fokes party goin' on upstairs, all with his dirtle crew handling tha bev and making a reference to tha B.L.N. years, completely laughing about Eddie Murphy. Murphy is a stone suck, ode fokez, he ain't no kind of live wire, all greenscreening his shizzo off trying to make Doctor Doolittle or something, completely getting cancer around the edges of his body. yo I

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1106558633630367012005-01-24T01:13:00.000-08:002005-01-24T01:23:53.630-08:00

man porno can be the trick dirtle. i wuz titty-clickin' around in the biblioteca on the old hell of beiges, straight up viewing the soft cracks and hard actions of an elite group of men and women we call PrawnStars. so I'm at thehun.com and clickin on all the old school blue text links and rockin a slow chub-buzz. then I click on this link that says "Hung stud rocks two fatties" cuz I wuz wanting

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1105928709342088932005-01-16T18:08:00.000-08:002005-01-16T18:25:09.343-08:00

It was mad wicked nasty poo smell in the air at kumar's house, say sources who read Charley Smuckles' bitchin blog. C.S. wuzz walkin down the hallway at kumar's and kumar's dad had just exited the scene of tha khryyme, namely the half-bath by the coat closet, and shit was in the air. he had just crapped: it was true. no fatalities are reported but C.S. is gonna have a hard time lookin the crappah

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1105000728921653392005-01-05T20:22:00.000-08:002005-01-06T00:44:13.403-08:00

damb but if I didn't run into a cunty old man today! i was bladin' down around the post office with some of tha nuttkasez, puttin mad grindy-grime on the planterbox when some Horace A Thousand points his cane at me, all in his plaid hat, hella gibberin about how he wanted to complain or something. earfuzzzz tried to make a point to me and I grabbed a big handful 'a plants and crap and rubbed it

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1103552905207420192004-12-20T06:10:00.000-08:002004-12-20T06:28:25.206-08:00

damn, I ain't even get through the first meeting before I hadda quit tha damn Merchant Marines! ear up, all. so's I blade on down to the orientation and it's in this hell of shitty room at the American Legion Hall, this place where Soldiaz In Diapahz sit around eatin' on carrot-raisin salad and mad watching Price Is Right with their eyez closed. I am all like, that's cool that it's here, since

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1102940983465704892004-12-13T04:26:00.000-08:002004-12-13T04:29:43.466-08:00

Damn so it looks like you can get mad sailin' as a Merchant Marine! You ain't gotta go through some boot camp or all that basic trainin' hassle, you go straight to the high seas, cold assisting vessels through the Panama canal and shit. You defend cargo and keep on watch. Man I am signin' up for the Merchant Marine soon as I can find a copy of Uncle Ray's sig to copy.

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1102074807606235632004-12-03T03:48:00.000-08:002004-12-03T03:53:27.606-08:00

how live would that be? all battening the hatches, mad drankin rum, tellin' stories of a sawed-off tit, straight rusted mouth from the front line. I'm gonna cook me up some Google and see if they got any kinds of Ship reality show and cetera. rough charley gonna be on a ship show!

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1100860423548193872004-11-19T02:17:00.000-08:002004-11-19T02:33:43.546-08:00

Uncle Ray said he got a kink in his old back and phoned up Transitions, this day spa that sends a masseuse to your crib! only insteada' some cups it was a cut-lookin Miami smoother and he was packin thick ounces on the frontside! Here's how it probably went, yo: UNCLE RAY: Aw yeah the back is sore yo MARCO: I fix the back Ray UNCLE RAY: Plus the other thing MARCO: I suck the peen Ray UNCLE RAY:

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1099815829653513932004-11-06T15:24:00.000-08:002004-11-07T00:23:49.653-08:00

man they hella dropped the ball friday, all servin us some blumpkin called casino chicken. tha ill vittles was this hard formed patty of chicken meat under a nasty sauce layer that you could pick up from one end and lift like a wet rag. Tiny Aaron was so pissed he left for a few and when he came back he microwaved a bio frog for five minutes. when they opened that device up there was just a sad

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1099459820507902472004-11-02T20:54:00.000-08:002004-11-02T21:30:20.506-08:00

dumbass Uncle Ray let tha neighborhood Gray Dopezz use our garage as a pollin' place tonight, all with votin' booths and clipboards, et cet. tha Silver Silence (old peepz, y'all) left all the ballots sittin in the garage last night so I did my piece, yo. allow met to introduce B. Lumpkin, write-in candidate for prez, stamped on tha sheetz in white graphite, invisible to they eyezz but looks black

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1098686032537217322004-10-24T23:19:00.001-07:002004-10-24T23:35:36.146-07:00

I saw him shed an ole tear! sucker straight up welled, right all at the end of that tom hanks flick The Terminal, where the russian guy lives at the airport. he din't peep me cause I was stealthin around workin on my paintball skillz. straight up tha Unc dabbed his tears and wiped them on the couch cushions! now I gotta get me a bean bag or something cause I sure as shizzito ain't sittin in his

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1098529034425967842004-10-23T01:45:00.000-07:002004-10-29T17:58:15.430-07:00

mr Hanolan dick ragged me, all. Hanolan's the trick daddy of computer class, and he flip-wigged when he saw my book armor. I had most of a trimmed cookie sheet drilled to my Understanding Computers hardback, all. Hanolan puss-pussied at that! I was like Chill, Hanolan, lots of computers also have metal parts, as my textbook now has. He ain't had a syllable of that. He flipped and touched the

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1098210161435546262004-10-19T16:07:00.000-07:002004-10-19T11:22:41.436-07:00

none 'a yo b-yo. school is a mad dirtle latez, tha teach hell all on my back about not coverin my books with the grocery bags cause I instead used my imaginizzle and stone screwed metal plates to all the outside surfaces. my old algebra shrieker almost laid a sweet spot in the backa her tweedz when my A-Team cold rolled into class and hit tha desk like an iron steak. folks hella peered around and

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1096875745212503602004-10-04T01:12:00.000-07:002004-10-08T13:12:16.676-07:00

a little back y'all I laid it down about how Shirley Pang's old-country boyfriend tried to shank me, straight jumping me at Swensen's! all was down low the last couple weeks, but check it, today I was grufflin' some Arby's and the dude cold rolls up in his ricer! purple puss cold aimed a barrel at me, but that ain't no. I yelled "rice boy ready fo' his money shot!?" and pointed up. he saw the

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1096265642981844422004-09-26T23:00:00.000-07:002004-09-26T23:14:02.980-07:00

dammmn but beef and his ho was holed up in the pool house all week! my stash was straight up unreachable while they were all dug into there, all having the only key, and I was jonesin for my trick bag. my roman candles, sidewinders, m-80s, n.o.2, vitamin H, all that was outta my grip. I was stone resorted to pinchin white wine outta uncle ray's little fridge and makin vinegar volcanoes, yo. ain't

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1095123212358306732004-09-13T15:45:00.000-07:002004-09-14T15:52:17.060-07:00

leapfrog and tha oracle and nicky went to juvie, yo! ha ha ha ha ha! turns out they hosted some pic of a naked kid on that site they edged me out of, and the judge plopped three months on 'em to make an example! fools got dusted and I'm here plain as day, stone cold not arrested. maybe it's time to celebrate with a hooley and a cigar in the hot tub, since uncle ray is down at the golf course.

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1094552730016693952004-09-07T03:12:00.000-07:002004-09-07T03:25:30.016-07:00

I was makin nice with Shirley Pang last week, this real ripe honey in econ. she dug me, I dug her fly buds, all that. even had her out at swensen's last week for some ice cream and nook. turns out though that she has this jealous korean ex boyfriend who shows up and springs a knife in my face! he cold cocked my knees from behind and held this dagger up to my neck and was all "you shray away flom

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1093857460150687142004-08-29T14:09:00.000-07:002004-08-30T02:17:40.150-07:00

so I straight up plucked a miz gerry friday, easy as pie! kind of a critter, all drunked and crunked, ain't gonna be tellin, plus I boosted fifty bucks outta her purse when she was crappin or whatever it is old ladyz do after they get with Tha Nephew. just to make sure she ain't gonna be back next week I leaned out the window and threw all her underpants at her as she was leavin through tha crowd

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1093645251728482642004-08-27T15:16:00.000-07:002004-08-27T15:20:51.726-07:00

man ain't leapfrog or nobody budged since they edged me outta the buxx. some kind of pricks, tha oracle's dad probably taught them how to out-prick everybody, that's all he does all day at Oracle for a living. I think his job is to like pour acid on other companies. dick. kumar im'd me but I don't wanna hang out with his pussy ass tonight and play pictionary so I'm just gonna cool it around here,

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1093319183618209442004-08-23T20:26:00.000-07:002004-08-23T20:46:23.616-07:00

leapfrog is hell of a cock, yo! he ain't givin me any cut of the revenues, since accordin to him he and tha oracle and nicky did all the work and I didn't do nothin. bull-honkey! I straight up thought up the logo, which is some tits comin' out of a computer monitor, plus who sprung for all that pizza on the big launch night?! I tried to hack the website but all I could do was make the browser

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1092880150323121382004-08-18T18:03:00.000-07:002004-08-18T18:49:10.323-07:00

this site is bankin it in yo! we finally got all the categories cooked up and already we got like 500 subscribes, just on day 1. check it, don't wreck it: categories at our website 1. leapfrog's uncle shittin on things 2. burned up bodies 3. naked army chicks in the shower 4. exploded bodies 5. run over bodies 6. misc you gotta have a misc when you're doin somethin like this. some crazy shit

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1092729562521523292004-08-17T00:50:00.000-07:002004-08-17T00:59:22.523-07:00

tha oracle set us all up in some fat ISP account that his dad gets thru Oracle and since nicky did a triple last summer in web design he arranged all the photos and stuff. There was a ton of nasty action on that camera and we had to really put our brains together thinking of how to organize all of it. like there was this one fifteen-shot sequence of leapfrog's uncle trying to take a shit on a

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leapfrog's uncle is in the marines or whatever and we boosted his digital camera outta his bag when he got back from iraq! he was in the kitchen eatin ham and rolls with the fam while we duped the jpgs. just the nastiest, photos of a dude all burned up with just teeth showing, a murdered head sitting by a log with one open white eye, even one of his uncle taking a shit behind a tank! we're gonna

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uncle ray has this big old wooden crate of LPs that I plunder when I need some new vinyl to scratch over at tha oracle's. dude has a wicked setup in his room and a soundproof door, yo, so we scratch at all hours. this time I found vintage Beastie Boys wax that gave up some sick samples and breakdowns, and we cribbed mad material from this old Puff Daddy album. I also grabbed one by some band

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1092112223599324152004-08-09T21:14:00.000-07:002004-08-09T21:31:33.486-07:00

oh man we jackassed it all day with tha oracle's new video camera! first knicknack ate a whole chocolate cake and drank a carton of milk and we rolled him down a grass hill at the park. he did a couple little pukes and then spewed a gusher down the slide! some moms was pissed off so we took to kumar's place. we had kumar put a turtleneck on, but just around his neck, and we pulled the rest of it

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1091745101193010152004-08-05T15:27:00.000-07:002004-08-06T14:10:06.660-07:00

aw man, school is startin again and that eatzz tha wad. only consolation is that I be pullin up to the b-sides every day in the halls, all with my bonito. we ain't wearin backpacks this year we decided, we're carryin briefcases, straight up handcuffed to our wrists! mad style, a drop of sweat on the teacher's brow as they silently freak out. touch a creek, freak!

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1091667743196327292004-08-02T13:57:00.000-07:002004-08-04T18:02:59.773-07:00

cory's uncle broke his neck! he was ridin' on his ATV and pretty hooleyed, and he got thrown and his neck just snapped! we were freakin out! helicopters came and took him away and cory was crying all over the place. they say his uncle can't walk any more or use his arms, like that metallica video. that is so ill. I am shook, so read a book, crook.

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cory's uncle has a couple ATVs and he's takin us with him to the desert this weekend, we're gonna get sick-shifty on some dunes! I boosted uncle ray's paypal account to the tune of a new ipod so i'll be rockin' with dokken all there and back. also got some mad fireworks stashed in the duffel, stuff you can't light off around here cause the cops hell of peer up your shizzito. Buy a dog, blog.

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090906983065682832004-07-26T22:28:00.000-07:002004-07-27T02:19:38.450-07:00

wicked word I was straight hooleyed over at leapfrog's houseparty and tryin to blackberry knicknack to get his poor ass over there, only I was blackberryin at the same time I was makin my lighting and I dropped that bad plastic daddy in the bowl, which sucked. now I gotta lift a fat G outta uncle ray's red shoebox for another one, pain in my ass. that's all I got to say so yall get on your way!

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090798056591568562004-07-25T16:15:00.000-07:002004-07-25T18:57:45.200-07:00

since kumar is such a pissface he got hooleyed at kammy's and broke this hinge lamp and her parents come runnin downstairs so we got to ditch out. I boosted this one ash tray with a gold coin in it that looks all civil war an shit. so anyhow since we failed with the b-sides, all us looted up and camped up on the hill behind tha oracle's house, all by some oak trees. hoolies and sizzled up dogs

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090623504135665892004-07-23T15:51:00.000-07:002004-07-23T15:58:24.136-07:00

I got all my peepz in a holdin' pattern around the place for when uncle ray gets his aged peoplez all around in the yard tonight. we got mad 2way action, knicknack and nicknak and bobby are at terence's cooling on some old-school Grand Theft, and kumar is holding greggy and tha oracle but just by barely I bet. soon as I blow the whistle that party's gonna be a flatta hoolies lighter and we gonna

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090438475982360962004-07-21T12:32:00.000-07:002004-07-27T18:48:54.156-07:00

ha ha man ricky found his mom's jelly dildoe! ricky's mom mad gets it on with that thing!  bang a gong cause you're wrong.

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damn, uncle ray got these mega salty Tom's chips with all sea salt and vinegar flavor and a bowla' them made me pucker! I pulled and dropped a hoolie to wash it all down, out back behind the pool hedge with a Red. maria ordered me up a Trentino pizza like I like and then I put on my blades and carved on the tennis court for a while. I turned on the AutoServ so it was all American Gladiator style,

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090270158177101652004-07-19T13:40:00.000-07:002004-07-19T13:55:13.626-07:00

me an' knicknack got us some freaky water weenies and had us a housefight! knicknack's weenie was a mad dribbla' tho and I could track him like a dog no matter where he went. I found that sucka droppin' uncle ray's hoolies down a big old pegged leg in the kitchen! I murdered his ass and declared the booty mine but I still let him crack one when we were rockin' tha xbox. Later on, mister john. 

menoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660772.post-1090058941577761432004-07-17T03:01:00.000-07:002004-07-18T21:08:18.456-07:00

uncle ray got NO kinds of ideas bout how much stash he got missin in the fridge! he puts maria on the duty, pickin up tha poundzz of salami and sliced alpine lace and mad bread, plus dimitris over ten times a week stowin the doublewide with fizz! Old sucker never gets his glass on me droppin the hoolie down into the depressions so I got no choice but to make with that shit! Rainy day, all.  

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