I know you all've heard my bitching berfore, no sense in changing pace now. Have you heard of these fucking guys? FUCK!!! I saw this shit on PBS the other night, man, and it PISSED me off. Enough to call the station and chew some poor-ass intern's ear off. I told 'em I wouldn't watch, and they could damn well forgit gittin a damn dime outta my ass come pledgetime if they didn't pull that shit like NOW.
First off, it's some whack ass shit to begin wit. Danny Boy and all that. Four older guys and one 11 year old boy that they can molest - or at least take to choich and git it done right. They weren't even singin, peoples!! I mean, it's a sad god damn day when you miss Britney and te Auto-tuner - MiliVanili, however the hell you spell it, they at least danced around so you couldn't tell. These wannabe mick-ass bitches weren't even tryin! That shit should be criminal - they takin' maybe $50 or more a ticket from old-ass people who suckin the damn Social Security dry to go to this shit, or at least forgo-in the Valtrex scrip or somethin, and they ain't even doin' it! And that poor ass kid, he don't even know any better. He's up there like, "this shit's cool - I get treated like a pimp for fakin' it!" Come the fuck on, guys - that shit was so obvious it made my asshole twitch, and you sellin it on DVD?
   Here's the worst insult of all - Britney is better than you.

just eyein’ up the vintage porn......



It’s what we do - had a crazy wack show in jersey, just made me reconize why the fuck I ain’t livin there. Journt was packed, staff wuz on they shit ’n mighty courteous, hot-ass waitress ASSigned to us, soudn engineer had his shit together and so did the system, puss n’ booze as far as the one-eye could see, ’cept none of ’em wanted any boogaloo - they wuz only gittin’ toined out from the bon jovi the "dj," if you can call a bitch that spins that shit one, was throwin out. When you drop the foe-on-the-flow "but it’s alright" on ’em, an they’s still only a couple a mufoochies out shakin’ they ass, you know you’s in trouble. An’ when the journt lights up to "Livin’ on a Prayer," holla’in at the "WHOA" break, you goddamn well-right know you’s in trouble!!!!!!!!!! muthafuka!

I thought I had seen it all, but no...in front of the Rose Palace, 6 or so LARGE RV’s, full of young Hassidic kids, partying their kosher asses off!! On top of that shit, blaring funk and whateva else out of some serious damn sound systems, built into each one, a sort of kompetition if you will. Absolutely off the fucking chain. Here’s a little sumpin nasty to get into for Easter, in case choich ain’d doin’ it fuya....

seriously - no subject for WAR? WTF?!?!? I mean, I'd love to talk about cars, the weather, maybe even "dreams and the supernatural," but PaLease! can't take the constant BS that slaps me in the face daily. tonight in central park, there's a march goin on - 6 pm. get out and do it. feels good - not quite as good as 'ol vitamin P, but close enough with your clothes on. dealin' with choich BS just drove me into this one - seems some folks want nothin but war when they're preachin peace - how do these cats sleep at night? it's like weighin' in at 300 and sayin "damn i'm sexy" every time you pass a mirror. no you ain't - your just another fatass, and unless you got some kinda thyroid problem or some other shit, get on with it and just GET REAL. it's nice to runabout, i'm the king of it, but once in a minute ya gots to sit on the shitter and read the news instead of the lysol can. 

dam shitz - cant even have nuthin without sum biznitch makin a buck off your sorry ass dont even promote this site all that much just got adz everywhere for viagra gear carz n more shit i dont need GET THE FUCK OFF MY SPACE

good deals on flights to Afghanistan - they'll be in full competition with Iraq soon. Some of us just tryin' fly on by and smack some o these b%$ches in the head on the way by - make some good music, art, live a little. Others feel like complete earth destruction seems like a good idea. we'll just keep on bein dirty, thinkin about the good life we never once had. the tabs we could afford, the limo that keeps drivin by and never stops. we all do it - that moment of, "there goes my car,", n-shit. got tired of the rants, late night preachin at the bar, so i left. left all things comfy for this lovely end of the spoonfed river. can't complain, though, all 13 kids are in school (albeit we have a few that been in 5th grade for about 6 years - a little odd to see 'em in school with a moustache and phat ride). whataya gonna do, kidz are kidz. keep tellin ma to keep em out of the gun cabinet, but she's a softie. least they bring home some dough and DONT rob the sto right around the corner. keeps me in choich.