Tuesday, February 17, 2004


If the fukn jurk storr calls, tell them fukn pat mcgroin can’t come to the goodddamm phone right now. As in literally, metaphorically, analogously, and fucking digitally, any and all 9 or 10 yard units that you can even consider.

The funny or not so hilarious endeavor involved in all this is that you think I’m joking when matter of factly I’m deathly serious. Just ask Saul T. Nuts, my associate, or his secretary Norm Uscock. They are basically the two most hardest OG’s in the seventh circle society, which is composed of fukn a whole bunch of fukn retardo montalbauns in other words jeed up from the feet up fricasseed fredos.

Fuck all that shit. words on top of words on top of the stankinest dead rat infested dogshit you prolly ever seen. Maybe fukn the REAL tony stark will finally call today and offer me the dream job of suiting up in that fukn armor like the codeine addicted fuckbag that he knows I and we and he are, getting all aka wherever and whenever and with whomever and in whatever capacity is required to take care of any and all eventualities that may occur within the framework of our business plan.