Thursday, October 12, 2006
fight club area for black bastard, you’ll have to search a bit, but truss the journey is in the destination, er, the destination in the journey, or sumpin like dat, anywayz you’ll find a bunch of other way gude shite. Wow, but it’s a trip, cuz, well, rap is rap and there’s a lot of nice and a lot of smooth & a lot of none of the above, but wow, black bastards was, wow, I mean, nice, serially, mf doom, props to the tops.
So, whut else was I gonna say, oh yeah, true has a new page where she tells all kines of ideas she has, some next level shit apparently, and, uh, bing is blogging, globbing, again, and, er, hmmm, you remember that treach is at that cigar movie site mainly, right? And I know it’s so 1982 to mention tony pierce, but fuck it, he’s the main cheese at laist now, and he’s doing a cross country kine dillio, and he interviewed some girl in nawlins and it’s muy interesante, and, fuck, now I’m gonna have to go find all those links and shit. Well, wow, that’s the most crapsterpiece shit I’ve written in like 83 astromedallions. Oh yeah and simpleton figured out a way to say some upside down shit. There, just enough that you can call me a link whore and make me cry metaphorical tears of pesticide whut to kill my dog’s fleas. And don’t even get me started on that tara reid crying a river about her botched boob & stomach jobs, someone grab that crack pipe dipped in coqui 900 away from lady loca and, uh, well, whatever, let her do her do I guess. Gracias & Peace.