Let My Fingers Do The Squawkin'
Bullshit? I'll tell you about the Bullshit. I finally broke out of the joint this week, man those meals suck. I don't know why criminals miss the pen when the get out, I like to at least wash my hoodinanny after getting slammed in the oopsidaisy. Man I really should get more attorneys. Here's one for ya, how come you never get kissed right before you get fucked?
Speaking of which, I heard a really funny 'new' word in ebonics today. A basketball player getting "tick," or time on the court. In the old days, we used to call that "PT." Funny thing is, this came from a white female announcer of a lame college women's game. I think it was the one where Duke Blueball Devilettes got beat.
I miss the old days, but not the REAL old days. I miss the days in SD when we actually did help Hardcore make is Lowbar dream take shape. And yes, it IS a cool name so it will live on. Now that I am free, I will go buy a kickin printer and start cranking T-shirts, sticks, condoms, who knows!
I am watching a show about lesbians and it kind of makes me want to be one. I have seen more box being chowed in the last 10 minutes than I have experienced in the last 2 years!
As soon as all the ideas I came up with two years ago start pimpin me some bling, I am gonna make Lowbar my life. I will be one with Lowbar, grasshopper. Then I will shed all semblance of responsibility and report my rediculous happenings to you from around the globe.
I apologize for sounding so weird but it has been awhile since I used modern technologies and I am sober.
No worries! I have taken in a new fascination with paraterminally intoxicated behavioral reorder. I think it might work but I have to a) keep my hand steady enough to write everything down, and 2) figure out what it really means, and iii) decide how to evade 'parole.'
