Press the Presses!
Read up bias, count how many times you see my name in the Local High School Paper. If you can count like me, you’ll see that my name appears over seven thousand times. Im not really saying much important stuff, but uh its cool to be well liked nonetheless. And uh…yeh Imma mommahugger too , damn right bia. Yeh, and TOMMOROWS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!! Gotta make my final cuts, and maybe take Rubi-roo’s mole home, wrapped in napkin, kinda like that roach we lit on fire :D.
Thats all for now folks, till than I’m your local bia that gets featured in all the papers. Toodles.
Im hungaree too Maury!
And Brady Said:
My heavens low but the songs the same
seems I’m always looking when I hear your name
you’ve been away but don’t leave this side
seen all of your faces you’ve tried to hide
Yeh it was a crazy party at Leo’s, yeah it was insane and dramatic, and thats more barf than I’d seen in a long time, thanks to reminding me what chunks looked like babe. 😀 Yes indeed. Well I’m not gonna say anything more bout what happend, if you think you missed out, I’m sure brotha dawkness will be havin another “get together” sooner than later. One thing I really remember bout that night was how much my friends were there. So before I go on I gotta give props to the following buds:
Meg
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you soooooo much for lookin after my girl, thank you for holding the bucket, thank you for reasuring the bajeesus outta me, thank you for makin sure we left ok, thank you for bein the great person you is.
Clinton
I don’t remember what you did, but I remember being hella grateful, cause you some kinda pimp Mr. Clinton, yes indeed. Yes…indeed.
Randy and Tom
The bouncers, thanks for offering your service, means a lot, thank you Tom for showing me anything is possible if you put your smoke on it. In case you don’t know what I’m talkin bout, Tom ripped the fuck outta the bitches jay till it was deader than the roach we lit on fire. And in case that didn’t make sense to you, lemme jus re-iterate, Tom repeatedly inhaled the marijuana cigarette until it was deemed “unsmokeable” by his peers. Randy who showed me pimps don’t need pimp juice or pimp sticks to have a pimp times. G’times fellers.
Anyway, that was Saturday right? Yessir I think it was, Sunday I got my axe back frerm me pops, and if you know shit about shit, you will notice that its a 1967 Fender Telecaster, kind of like the Marilyn Monroe of the guitar world, “beauty is timeless my friend.”
Now any sane person knows to stay away from the weirdo freaks in the jogging community who come out sportin the lemon-ish reflective from head to toe speed suit. However, I think I mighta one-upped those guys, cause I come home and see some kinda blue getup on my desk, so naturally I try it on, and proclaim myself : BLUE BULLET!!
Yeah enough of that jibba jabba. Now I gots to give yas what yall dun been waitin for. Matthew Eberts Hella Crazy Car Crash.
Cruisin down the alameda in his ’04
jockin the jocks and gropin his friend moes
he was goin to Brady’s to get the scoop, with his apparatus on the side of his hoop
but den, but den he dun HELLA flipped his shit
g’lord, g’luck that his friggin paw was the only thing he hella hit
good thing he had the good insurance and is invulnerable to being scammed
too bad this fatty truck was the one thing he rammed
Yeh, and jus so ya’ll be knowin, wasnt my boy Eeb’s drivin the automobile that was clearly decimated, twas his boy, who is my boy through the great chain of being…Anyhizzle, their both ok, but the cars still in the hospital. And thats the end of that chapter.
Year of the Book
Aragon Yearbooks…are very bad…yo I gotta fake I.D. though, and siggies for frizzies! Sign my yearbook and while your down there, check my bad pic ass pic on the FRONT of the sophmore page. Crazyness, insaneness, dawknessness is also on therr wiff me with Dallitos, yaya.
Yeh so its Thursday today, I hate basketball jus as much as I hated it on Monday and Tuesday. Ya know I signed up for the shit by mistake and I got all stuck with it. Im so bad! All awkward and as Nasty Nate put it, “unmofuckin – coordinated” said he din’t know white boys could do ballerina moves. So I guess I can’t be that bad if I’m gettin compliments like that! Wooty Woo! I usually end up strollin down the court and jumpin higher than everyone so I see what its like to touch the ball..mm hmm, its weird cause I wasn’t always this bad 😛 maybe its jus one of those things that goes with time..er hmmm
So I hella ran when I got home, tried to hit up that piece of ass treadmill, shit goes crazy if you run on it for more than like 5 minutes, so I bid it good day, and jet up the street round CSM, forgot how big the campus really is :P. I felted kinda awkward running alone, and I probably looked crazy too, cause I don’t conform to the typical running apparel, I sport the normal shorts anda normal tee, and I pimp the wear I wear em. And baby if crack kills, consider me a murderer. Iono meng, say whatchu want bout the jogging/running crowd, but I say we put those cycler pussies in their place. Werd.
Weekend is lookin pretty good from here, pretty pretty good indeed. Some dawkness? Some Sugah? Ehh ehh??
Wull im beat ese. Props to Ashley:
And…FRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Nonna Dem Can Stoppa Da Times
All is well in NBHQ, roses still smell like boo boo, and holy mother of moses Randy is now a confirmed Jew! Mozzle Taf! It was a mighty event I must say, got to see my main mayonaise RUFF (hes in the middle), its been so long since any of us have seen that peanut head of his. Bia is RIPPED now, gained like 25 pounds of pure man meat, pretty crazy, but I guess thats what 7,000 pushups a night does to ya boobies. Crazy nonetheless. G’times though, got my mingle on. Yesm.
When all was said and confirmed, my dad couldn’t wait to finally strip off his clothes and exhale, and I was horrified to see THIS. Scary shiznit son, who knows what kinda fetus he could be harboring in therrr.
Yeah so that was my Sunday. Today Giovanni made a NBHQ salute, Giovanni style, whatever floats your goat man.
Be sure to visit the site tommorow for the epic tale of Matt Eberts gnarly radical bodacious car crash!
Oh… and am I the man? DUHRRRRRR
Oh… and am I the man? DUHRRRRRR