Saw someone mention "bro rompers" on a status, and there were several comments about it. Theeeeeen I saw another status talking about "bro rompers" as well. My lack of being around the "in crowd" made me take to the innawebs to get googly with it. Yes, I said "innawebs" & "get googly with it." Don't act like you didn't jokingly dance, didn't head nod or didn't actually dance when Will Smith's "Getting Jiggy Wit it" came on. Shit, I was humming the melody to the song whilst I typed "get googly with it." Sadly I said, "Na na na na na na na" aloud when I got to the end of the sentence. I know, I'm sorry. No, I'm not sorry actually. Hmph. ADHDNESSNESS has come & gone, maybe. Anywaaaaaay, like I was saying before y'all bombarded me with requests for Will Smith songs like I'm a dj, I got googly with it and saw a picture of the aforementioned "bro rompers." Whaaaaat type of so called "man" would wear something like that? Like, maybe as part of a Halloween costume, but it's one thing to think you're stylish & another to not know, you look like a jackass.
Speaking of jackass, sike naw. Just wanted to look like I had some segueness going on. Alas, I did not, but kind of makes you all look like jackasses for anticipating that there might be. Ooooh it might be. Anyway, I was just going to confess that in the last topic, if that's what you want to call it, I had a little trouble spelling a word. No, you don't need to know the word either. Buuut, it made me want to confess something else. *DRUM ROLL* Whenever I struggle spelling a word, and my phone gives me some options that give me the "Long Division in your Head Look," while I go get googly with it (Na na na na na na) and the results come back as "NIGGA WHAT WORD WERE YOUUUUU TRYING TO SPELL?," I will reconstruct my whole sentence. It'll go from thesis paper to 3rd grade book report with the quicknessness.
RAN-DOM--NESS---NESS: I used quotation marks 10 times up above. So technically that's forty apostrophes, right? (10 x 2) x 2, right? I'm not Marcus Davis so I wouldn't know. Anyway, so you think the quotation marks try to shit on the apostrophes? Like, "--You know whenever they use me, it has to be twice! You only are good for contractions. Here let me show you...you ain't shit! --Well it takes TWO of me to make ONE of you! So you AIN'T shit without me, biiiiiitch!"
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Tuesday, October 8, 2013
A Few Things...
Y'all remember having to have to clean your room. Read my last sentence out loud please. Sound weird to you? When I was typing it, I had the "long division in my head look" going on. A little ADHDNESSNESS, but I digress. What was I talking about before y'all interrupted me about some damn possible grammar issues?? Oh, yea, cleaning your room. Hopefully, no female really had that issue. Messy room young ladies turn into the ones who take nude pics with shit laying all over the floor and bed. You're looking at the pic like, "Damn she's phat!! Man!! She has some big titties, she has a rack of ass, and she's....she's..she's got a got damn maxi pad wrapper, 6 sponge rollers and some candy wrappers on the floor. Is that a chicken box on her bed?! Maaaaan." **Cut to y'all 2 weeks later boning in the car, after you declined her invite to come inside.** See what I just did there? Hehheheehhe into the HIIIIIIIYYYYOOOOO!!! Oh shit, ok that was A LOT of ADHDNESSNESS, but its not my fault. Anywaaaay, when I had to clean my shit, I was straight until my mother looked under the bed. I did the closet shit at first until she opened it and out came the shit I piled up in there. Thought I was slick with the under the bed move though. Mother's intuition or something caught me up. "This little negro started at 10am. Its 10:36am. There's no way." Worst part was, she checked the closet and saw nothing. I'm thinking to myself, "Ha!! Fooled her!! I'll be out riding my bike around the neighborhood in no ti---why is she walking to my bed?? I made my bed, b-b-b-b-but why is she lifting up the sheets & blank--DAAAAMMN!!!" She would pull everything out too. Transformers & G.I. Joes all over the floor. Looking back on it, of all the times I made my bed, never did my blankets & shit drape over my bed and touch the floor. Thought I was on to something.
Tis no segue because my ADHDNESSNESS is running on F right now. I went with "F" due to gas prices dropping and me being able to get my tank up to the "F." My car wouldn't start for a second. It thought something was up and shit. "Oh, I know what this is!! You're filling me because you're about to trade me in!! I see how you look at those other cars when I'm taking you to work. I wasn't going to say anything, but I feel like this has gone on too long!!" I'm looking around so I don't look too crazy when I sit there and plead. "Baby!! I'm just able to fill you up because prices dropped. That's all it is!!" I struck the "please start pose" right before I turned the key. You know the one when you put your hand on the steering wheel at 12 o'clock, you lean in to the wheel, close your left eye real tight and tilt your head to the right. Soon as your car starts, you open up that left eye, scan your surroundings, look into & touch your rear view mirror w/o moving it and rooooooll ouuuuut!!!!
***SSENSSENMODNAR***: I was ready to actually segue into some shit, but I decided against it. Didn't want the shit to have four little topics. Might not like the long ones. Wait, do I have to say "No h-o-m-o" there? I spelled it out because you know who might pick up on it. Don't want him to come for me because I mentioned long ones. Wait, do I need a "no h-o-m-o" agai----**THUNDER ROLL**..€€€¥¥¥££££..**
Tis no segue because my ADHDNESSNESS is running on F right now. I went with "F" due to gas prices dropping and me being able to get my tank up to the "F." My car wouldn't start for a second. It thought something was up and shit. "Oh, I know what this is!! You're filling me because you're about to trade me in!! I see how you look at those other cars when I'm taking you to work. I wasn't going to say anything, but I feel like this has gone on too long!!" I'm looking around so I don't look too crazy when I sit there and plead. "Baby!! I'm just able to fill you up because prices dropped. That's all it is!!" I struck the "please start pose" right before I turned the key. You know the one when you put your hand on the steering wheel at 12 o'clock, you lean in to the wheel, close your left eye real tight and tilt your head to the right. Soon as your car starts, you open up that left eye, scan your surroundings, look into & touch your rear view mirror w/o moving it and rooooooll ouuuuut!!!!
***SSENSSENMODNAR***: I was ready to actually segue into some shit, but I decided against it. Didn't want the shit to have four little topics. Might not like the long ones. Wait, do I have to say "No h-o-m-o" there? I spelled it out because you know who might pick up on it. Don't want him to come for me because I mentioned long ones. Wait, do I need a "no h-o-m-o" agai----**THUNDER ROLL**..€€€¥¥¥££££..**
Monday, May 20, 2013
Karazy
I don't know karate, but I know karazy. I'm guessing that's how you'd spell it since I mixed the word "karate" and the word "crazy" together. Anyway, before I go off on a tangent about spellingness and shit I'll stop it. ADHDNESSNESS you've seen the last of me!!!!!! Its true since Leon Eisenberg, said its a "fictitious disease." Daaaaaaaaah. I put the word "anyway" to begin this sentence but I had to delete it because I didn't want to start two sentences off the same way that were so close together. Oh well, but yea about that "karazy" thing. I get called "crazy" all the time but I think that's just people's way to help deal with their lack of understanding. "He's unlike anyone I've ever met!! He's crazy!!" **SIDE NOTE**: When I typed out "He's unlike anyone I've ever met!!," I said it in my head like a super hero voice or some shit. Some fucked up doctor in a lab trying to explain some test subject.
As far as a doctor & test subject goes, I've been told that I need to go sit on a doctor's couch and tell them my problems. Thing is, I don't have any problems. Ok, wait my bad, let me rephrase that last one. I don't think that I have any problems. I'm sure Freud, Jung & Associates might all look at each other and collectively say, "Geeeeet the fuck out of here!!" I know you all like that law firm looking name. I digress. I just don't think I could sit there and be serious for that hour long session telling someone my thoughts. If they're charging $150+ an hour I'm going to get my damn monies worth. I'll tell them how I didn't get to ride the pony at the fair when I was seven years old and now I'm into horse porn. I go to the zoo to talk to the elephants because they understand me the most. Might push that doctor to early retirement or a new profession. I'd sale cars or some shit. Psychoanalysisnessness on potential car buyers during the process. "Well, you don't want to look at these anyway, so let's just go on over to the coupes." **Ohhhh, they just blinked 4 times in a row, while sucking their teeth and sweating from their nose. I'm going to get the sale!!!** Getting all types of salesperson of the year awards and shit. Anyway, I say all that to say this, one potato, two potato, three potato, four.
Started a new paragraph just because. Why you ask? You don't care, but its not getting graded so yea, I did say all of that because I am not crazy. "My mommy said I'm special!!" Daaaaaaaaah.
**ninja vanish**
As far as a doctor & test subject goes, I've been told that I need to go sit on a doctor's couch and tell them my problems. Thing is, I don't have any problems. Ok, wait my bad, let me rephrase that last one. I don't think that I have any problems. I'm sure Freud, Jung & Associates might all look at each other and collectively say, "Geeeeet the fuck out of here!!" I know you all like that law firm looking name. I digress. I just don't think I could sit there and be serious for that hour long session telling someone my thoughts. If they're charging $150+ an hour I'm going to get my damn monies worth. I'll tell them how I didn't get to ride the pony at the fair when I was seven years old and now I'm into horse porn. I go to the zoo to talk to the elephants because they understand me the most. Might push that doctor to early retirement or a new profession. I'd sale cars or some shit. Psychoanalysisnessness on potential car buyers during the process. "Well, you don't want to look at these anyway, so let's just go on over to the coupes." **Ohhhh, they just blinked 4 times in a row, while sucking their teeth and sweating from their nose. I'm going to get the sale!!!** Getting all types of salesperson of the year awards and shit. Anyway, I say all that to say this, one potato, two potato, three potato, four.
Started a new paragraph just because. Why you ask? You don't care, but its not getting graded so yea, I did say all of that because I am not crazy. "My mommy said I'm special!!" Daaaaaaaaah.
**ninja vanish**
Thursday, April 11, 2013
A Few Things
I'm here, you're here so let's do what we came to do. Well you read & enjoy because since I wrote it I know what all it entails. So you sit and enjoy!!!! Catch up with y'all later.
There was a phone book sitting outside the crib the other day when I got home. If I wasn't 31 I don't think I would of known what it was. Saw teenagers walking past it like it was a pile of orange dog shit. Had the "what theeee fuck" face mixed with the long division face. **GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR** Quickly divide 639186 by 9654 in your head!! See the face you made? That's how they looked. Think I heard one of 'em said they took a pic and were going to put it on Instagram to see if anyone could guess what it was. I was hesitant to pick it up and take it inside. Thought it was some Candid Camera shit. Yes, I said Candid Camera and not Punk'd. Whoa, I caught myself. Almost let the ADHDNESSNESS get me. I karate chopped it right between the "D" & "NESS." SOOOOOOOYYYYYYY!!!! I digress. Just don't see the need for a phone book anymore, unless you need to prop a door open or have a fucked up table leg. If you have a table leg that's fucked up the size of a phone book then I'm gonna just say you might need to invest in a new table. The moral of the story is to stop buying your shit from Ikea.
There could of been some seguenessness but I would of had to reach and stretch somewhere up there for that shit. So, that won't be happening ladies, gents and goldfish named "Sammy." Jesus....fish....bless. Got it. When someone says, "Bless. You!," after they've been called a "bitch" or some sort derogatory slanderish evil nasty bad name. Its like Kryptonite to ignorant people on some real shit. They're on hold like, "Yea!! I'm gonna tell her ass!! Fuck with me & myyyyyy cable bill and I let you have it!! *-Hello, thank you for calling WEFKU Cable TV. How may I assist you today? --Yea, y'all been charging me for HBO for the last 3 months and I don't even have that shit!! -Well sir, I've pulled up your account and I see that you've --Fuck that shit!! You better credit my account or cut that check!! -Well sir, I can put you in touch with my supervisor and they'll --No bitch!! You're gonna -Have a nice day sir. --Bitch!! -BLESS YOU, BLESS YOU SIR!! He's sitting there like "Wh-wh-why would she said that?? I went to church last Easter!!" His day is shot now because he wasn't ready. But, sadly its the ladies who normally get called the derogatory slanderish evil nasty bad name. If a guy had it happen to him he might be compelled to say, "no homo" afterw--**THUNDER ROLL**..€€€¥¥¥££££..**LIGHTNING CRASHES** It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's Wayman Archibald IV!! "Heeeeey there boy!!"
**RAN|NAR--DOM|MOD--NESS|SSEN**: I hate catching myself being surprised when I find out certain shit still gets made. Its mainly cereals though. You know how you forget shit exists the instant you don't see a commercial for the shit?? I was at my boy's house a few weeks back and he had some Cookie Crisp cereal. I thought the cop finally caught the crook and that was it. Nigga went to jail and the company said fuck it. COOOOOOKKIIIIIE CRIIIIIISP has now turned into DOOOOOON'T RAAAAAAPE ME!! Locked up for taking the cookies. Ooooh wait, you see what I just did there? That was accident, but anyway yea I feel I have to walk down the cereal aisle just to see if some of my childhood shit is there. If the shit I was never able to get is still around I'm going to look at it, shake my head and walk away. I hope no one thought I said I was going to buy that shit. If someone wasn't spending their money go get it for me, why would I use my own? I'll just look at it as they knew what they were doing. Don't look at me like that. Its the RANDOM section, so don't act like you were supposed to read the algorithm for safe nuclear power or some profound shit. Shame on you!!!
There was a phone book sitting outside the crib the other day when I got home. If I wasn't 31 I don't think I would of known what it was. Saw teenagers walking past it like it was a pile of orange dog shit. Had the "what theeee fuck" face mixed with the long division face. **GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR** Quickly divide 639186 by 9654 in your head!! See the face you made? That's how they looked. Think I heard one of 'em said they took a pic and were going to put it on Instagram to see if anyone could guess what it was. I was hesitant to pick it up and take it inside. Thought it was some Candid Camera shit. Yes, I said Candid Camera and not Punk'd. Whoa, I caught myself. Almost let the ADHDNESSNESS get me. I karate chopped it right between the "D" & "NESS." SOOOOOOOYYYYYYY!!!! I digress. Just don't see the need for a phone book anymore, unless you need to prop a door open or have a fucked up table leg. If you have a table leg that's fucked up the size of a phone book then I'm gonna just say you might need to invest in a new table. The moral of the story is to stop buying your shit from Ikea.
There could of been some seguenessness but I would of had to reach and stretch somewhere up there for that shit. So, that won't be happening ladies, gents and goldfish named "Sammy." Jesus....fish....bless. Got it. When someone says, "Bless. You!," after they've been called a "bitch" or some sort derogatory slanderish evil nasty bad name. Its like Kryptonite to ignorant people on some real shit. They're on hold like, "Yea!! I'm gonna tell her ass!! Fuck with me & myyyyyy cable bill and I let you have it!! *-Hello, thank you for calling WEFKU Cable TV. How may I assist you today? --Yea, y'all been charging me for HBO for the last 3 months and I don't even have that shit!! -Well sir, I've pulled up your account and I see that you've --Fuck that shit!! You better credit my account or cut that check!! -Well sir, I can put you in touch with my supervisor and they'll --No bitch!! You're gonna -Have a nice day sir. --Bitch!! -BLESS YOU, BLESS YOU SIR!! He's sitting there like "Wh-wh-why would she said that?? I went to church last Easter!!" His day is shot now because he wasn't ready. But, sadly its the ladies who normally get called the derogatory slanderish evil nasty bad name. If a guy had it happen to him he might be compelled to say, "no homo" afterw--**THUNDER ROLL**..€€€¥¥¥££££..**LIGHTNING CRASHES** It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's Wayman Archibald IV!! "Heeeeey there boy!!"
**RAN|NAR--DOM|MOD--NESS|SSEN**: I hate catching myself being surprised when I find out certain shit still gets made. Its mainly cereals though. You know how you forget shit exists the instant you don't see a commercial for the shit?? I was at my boy's house a few weeks back and he had some Cookie Crisp cereal. I thought the cop finally caught the crook and that was it. Nigga went to jail and the company said fuck it. COOOOOOKKIIIIIE CRIIIIIISP has now turned into DOOOOOON'T RAAAAAAPE ME!! Locked up for taking the cookies. Ooooh wait, you see what I just did there? That was accident, but anyway yea I feel I have to walk down the cereal aisle just to see if some of my childhood shit is there. If the shit I was never able to get is still around I'm going to look at it, shake my head and walk away. I hope no one thought I said I was going to buy that shit. If someone wasn't spending their money go get it for me, why would I use my own? I'll just look at it as they knew what they were doing. Don't look at me like that. Its the RANDOM section, so don't act like you were supposed to read the algorithm for safe nuclear power or some profound shit. Shame on you!!!
Monday, April 1, 2013
A Few Things...
Ok, sit down. Please, please take your seats. Strap in and hold on tight.
You know you were in a bad area if something happens to you maybe like uummmmm death and people shit on you after they find out where it happened. Someone could get a phone call -*TIME OUT* A "phone call" is when one person uses their phone and dials another person's phone. They then proceed to converse back & forth all without typing any words to each other. That's for the younger generation who think texts are required for everything. *TIME IN* -,and you'd be standing next to them and all you hear is them like, "Oh shit!! No yo!?! Not my nigga!! He got shot?! Where the hell was he?! Where? Oh? Damn. Well that's what his dumb ass gets for being down there. I wouldn't go there in the daytime. Dumb ass. Well aight yo, good look on the call." Now, hopefully whomever got that phone call isn't one of those double story tellers instead of just giving the details. Y'all know what a "double story teller" is though right? They normally are like, "That was Chris that just called me. He told me Keith got shot. I couldn't believe it when he told me. I asked where he was when he got shot. He told he was down _____, and after he told me I couldn't feel sorry for him. I told him I wouldn't go down there in the daytime." You're sitting there like, "Umm yea I was standing next to you. You tapped me on my arm when you were listening & looked me dead in my face the whole time." NO ADHDNESSNESS!!! Ok there was a sprinkle but nothing major!! Anyway, the moral of the story is, don't pipe chicks that live in bad neighborhoods. Daaaaaah.
Chicks with morals is an interesting subject these days. **WAIT! STOP! HALT!**: I knoooow you peeped that transition-nessness from one topic to the next.**BEGIN--SOOOOOOYYY!!** Now, chicks with moralnesses are cool, but--ok wait, wait, wait. I have to stop this one because I was doing this a few days ago and I had to stop. Now, my mind is moving a mile a minute so when I saved it and came back to it later I was like, "What theeee fuck was I about say?!" Had no clue where I was going with it. So, I'll take this time to thank the following people for inspiring me to write these. *Ahem* ______, _______, definitely can't forget ______ because without them I never would get my toenails clipped. Oh shit, I got to shoutout ______ for letting me have sex in their parents hot tub. <----spell _______="" a="" all="" and="" anyway="" because="" but="" can="" caps="" check="" condom.="" condom="" did="" didn="" down="" em="" for="" gallon="" going="" hottub="" how="" i="" in="" is="" its="" just="" know="" let="" like="" little.="" m="" many="" me="" not="" now="" of="" ok="" one="" people="" put="" puuuuurrreeee="" saw="" sex="" shoutout="" skipped="" so="" spell="" stop="" t.="" telling="" that="" the="" this="" to="" two="" was="" water="" wonder="" word="" words.="" you="">ADHDNESSNESS
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**A-R/D-N/M-O/S-E/S-S**: The other day a friend of mine was getting on their plane. I noticed that I had told them to have a safe trip. Now I realize when people say that, they mean well, as I did, but I thought about it afterwards and I was thinking of nonsense to say back to that. Someone tells you to have a safe trip and it'll click in your mind like, "I'm flying. I'm not the fucking pilot. If I was the pilot and I was drinking or high and you said that then I'm like cool." Shit, the pilot's wife probably tells him to have a safe trip and he's like, "Biiiiitch!! I flew in Vietnam doing 3-4 missions a day and I was high off my ass on heroin. I goooot this!!! You hear me?! Naaaaam!!! I'm going from BWI to Atlanta, not Saigon biiiitch!! And yes I'm high, reaaaaal high!!!"
You know you were in a bad area if something happens to you maybe like uummmmm death and people shit on you after they find out where it happened. Someone could get a phone call -*TIME OUT* A "phone call" is when one person uses their phone and dials another person's phone. They then proceed to converse back & forth all without typing any words to each other. That's for the younger generation who think texts are required for everything. *TIME IN* -,and you'd be standing next to them and all you hear is them like, "Oh shit!! No yo!?! Not my nigga!! He got shot?! Where the hell was he?! Where? Oh? Damn. Well that's what his dumb ass gets for being down there. I wouldn't go there in the daytime. Dumb ass. Well aight yo, good look on the call." Now, hopefully whomever got that phone call isn't one of those double story tellers instead of just giving the details. Y'all know what a "double story teller" is though right? They normally are like, "That was Chris that just called me. He told me Keith got shot. I couldn't believe it when he told me. I asked where he was when he got shot. He told he was down _____, and after he told me I couldn't feel sorry for him. I told him I wouldn't go down there in the daytime." You're sitting there like, "Umm yea I was standing next to you. You tapped me on my arm when you were listening & looked me dead in my face the whole time." NO ADHDNESSNESS!!! Ok there was a sprinkle but nothing major!! Anyway, the moral of the story is, don't pipe chicks that live in bad neighborhoods. Daaaaaah.
Chicks with morals is an interesting subject these days. **WAIT! STOP! HALT!**: I knoooow you peeped that transition-nessness from one topic to the next.**BEGIN--SOOOOOOYYY!!** Now, chicks with moralnesses are cool, but--ok wait, wait, wait. I have to stop this one because I was doing this a few days ago and I had to stop. Now, my mind is moving a mile a minute so when I saved it and came back to it later I was like, "What theeee fuck was I about say?!" Had no clue where I was going with it. So, I'll take this time to thank the following people for inspiring me to write these. *Ahem* ______, _______, definitely can't forget ______ because without them I never would get my toenails clipped. Oh shit, I got to shoutout ______ for letting me have sex in their parents hot tub. <----spell _______="" a="" all="" and="" anyway="" because="" but="" can="" caps="" check="" condom.="" condom="" did="" didn="" down="" em="" for="" gallon="" going="" hottub="" how="" i="" in="" is="" its="" just="" know="" let="" like="" little.="" m="" many="" me="" not="" now="" of="" ok="" one="" people="" put="" puuuuurrreeee="" saw="" sex="" shoutout="" skipped="" so="" spell="" stop="" t.="" telling="" that="" the="" this="" to="" two="" was="" water="" wonder="" word="" words.="" you="">ADHDNESSNESS
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**A-R/D-N/M-O/S-E/S-S**: The other day a friend of mine was getting on their plane. I noticed that I had told them to have a safe trip. Now I realize when people say that, they mean well, as I did, but I thought about it afterwards and I was thinking of nonsense to say back to that. Someone tells you to have a safe trip and it'll click in your mind like, "I'm flying. I'm not the fucking pilot. If I was the pilot and I was drinking or high and you said that then I'm like cool." Shit, the pilot's wife probably tells him to have a safe trip and he's like, "Biiiiitch!! I flew in Vietnam doing 3-4 missions a day and I was high off my ass on heroin. I goooot this!!! You hear me?! Naaaaam!!! I'm going from BWI to Atlanta, not Saigon biiiitch!! And yes I'm high, reaaaaal high!!!"
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
A Few Things...
I know y'all already think I have mental issuenesses, so I'm
not going to try and prove y'all wrong. I'm a pretty decent actor but
out of the 8 x 4y ÷ 6x + R(2+ -6) people on my Facebook friends list I actually
know a lot of them, so they would know its a front. I bet y'all thought
I was going to try and make up some random ass equation again didn't
you? Well if you did, you were correct. I was going to do one, but I
said "NO!," then was going to copy & paste and delete some shit,
but then I said, "NO!"
Speaking of the word "NO." Do I have to mention the segueness? I guess I just did. "You like that shit? You like that shit lil bitch."<--- strong="strong">(A sample of what Wesley Pipes' script looks like.) Anyway, when we really need something, the word "NO" isn't something we want to hear. Especially when it comes to a loan, sex, money, sex or just sex. There are non verbal "NO's" that exist too. You know the head shake, but when we're in the car our non verbal "NO" is a STOP sign or a RED LIGHT. Now, since you were thinking about sex and I was talking about driving, I'll tell you about a little game I play when I'm in traffic, which happens to be M-F from 7am-8am & 5pm-6pm. I call it "Larry Legend's Loving Libido License" plate game. I actually don't call it that, but alliteration felt right at the moment. I actually don't have a name for it. I just do the shit. Now for example, if I see a car with the tag "BWP 136," which is rare these days, but it could be personalized or it could random. I'll then try and to make it as perverted as possible. "BWP 136" could possibly be BIG WET PUSSY with a possible body count of a 136. Always go for the "ness" in that game. What "ness" you ask?? The "pervertednessness."
I had segueness once already, so we shall move on. We started, stopped and we're now starting again. Kind of like people who don't like dancing in public. They're the "in the house in front of the mirror dancers." Wallflowers at dances but are Soul Train dancers at home. Its funny if you ever see 'em doing a little two step when they thought no one was around. They'll do a little spin and that's when y'all lock eyes. Now, they normally finish whatever they were doing and roll out. Most people don't say anything to them, but fuck that. I ask some questions because they might have some secret life or just could be a good dancer. "So, what was that? Practicing your routine for later tonight? You and your friends going on ABDC?" They aren't getting off that easy with me!! Not on my watch!! Well I say that because sometimes my windshield wipers remind me of the "in the house in front of the mirror dancers." You'll be in traffic, which happens to be M-F from 7am-8am & 5pm-6pm, and they get on beat with a song, but when you start singing along or become a steering wheel drummer they turn into that "in the house in front of the mirror dancer" and just get off beat. Look out for it next time. Hit my phone when you see I'm right!!
**R|A|N|D|O|M|N|E|S|S** will not be happening in this episode since I ended up with a damn theme. I guess it was 43.7% ADHDNESSNESS, 1/8th formatted, and 2/3rd cadillac coupe deville because 3 out of 2 people struggle with fractions. Anyway, I spoke of music in the last blicky because I just wanted to ask a question while not really wanting an answer to the question because I just wanted to say what I have to say. Anyone else mug your cd player when your shit skips? You're in the car jamming, your shit skips and you look at your stereo like it owes you money. You could of been using that cd as a coaster but if your shit skips its the stereos fault. It turns into a mood change like someone stepped on your crispy white uppies on the first day of summer. You could even plug in your MP3 player/phone and something goes wrong, its the stereo's fault not your battery drained phone.
I came, I saw, I wrote, I met your girl and we came. HIIIIIIYYYYOOOOOOO!!! No, I'm out of here folks, but I do have one confession. When I did that little bootleg equation up top. *We'll wait for you to scroll up real quick if you forgot.......you good? If not, tough break naaagga.* I finished it and I was like, "I hope my boy Marcus the Engineer, doesn't find a way to really answer that shit." SOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
Speaking of the word "NO." Do I have to mention the segueness? I guess I just did. "You like that shit? You like that shit lil bitch."<--- strong="strong">(A sample of what Wesley Pipes' script looks like.) Anyway, when we really need something, the word "NO" isn't something we want to hear. Especially when it comes to a loan, sex, money, sex or just sex. There are non verbal "NO's" that exist too. You know the head shake, but when we're in the car our non verbal "NO" is a STOP sign or a RED LIGHT. Now, since you were thinking about sex and I was talking about driving, I'll tell you about a little game I play when I'm in traffic, which happens to be M-F from 7am-8am & 5pm-6pm. I call it "Larry Legend's Loving Libido License" plate game. I actually don't call it that, but alliteration felt right at the moment. I actually don't have a name for it. I just do the shit. Now for example, if I see a car with the tag "BWP 136," which is rare these days, but it could be personalized or it could random. I'll then try and to make it as perverted as possible. "BWP 136" could possibly be BIG WET PUSSY with a possible body count of a 136. Always go for the "ness" in that game. What "ness" you ask?? The "pervertednessness."
I had segueness once already, so we shall move on. We started, stopped and we're now starting again. Kind of like people who don't like dancing in public. They're the "in the house in front of the mirror dancers." Wallflowers at dances but are Soul Train dancers at home. Its funny if you ever see 'em doing a little two step when they thought no one was around. They'll do a little spin and that's when y'all lock eyes. Now, they normally finish whatever they were doing and roll out. Most people don't say anything to them, but fuck that. I ask some questions because they might have some secret life or just could be a good dancer. "So, what was that? Practicing your routine for later tonight? You and your friends going on ABDC?" They aren't getting off that easy with me!! Not on my watch!! Well I say that because sometimes my windshield wipers remind me of the "in the house in front of the mirror dancers." You'll be in traffic, which happens to be M-F from 7am-8am & 5pm-6pm, and they get on beat with a song, but when you start singing along or become a steering wheel drummer they turn into that "in the house in front of the mirror dancer" and just get off beat. Look out for it next time. Hit my phone when you see I'm right!!
**R|A|N|D|O|M|N|E|S|S** will not be happening in this episode since I ended up with a damn theme. I guess it was 43.7% ADHDNESSNESS, 1/8th formatted, and 2/3rd cadillac coupe deville because 3 out of 2 people struggle with fractions. Anyway, I spoke of music in the last blicky because I just wanted to ask a question while not really wanting an answer to the question because I just wanted to say what I have to say. Anyone else mug your cd player when your shit skips? You're in the car jamming, your shit skips and you look at your stereo like it owes you money. You could of been using that cd as a coaster but if your shit skips its the stereos fault. It turns into a mood change like someone stepped on your crispy white uppies on the first day of summer. You could even plug in your MP3 player/phone and something goes wrong, its the stereo's fault not your battery drained phone.
I came, I saw, I wrote, I met your girl and we came. HIIIIIIYYYYOOOOOOO!!! No, I'm out of here folks, but I do have one confession. When I did that little bootleg equation up top. *We'll wait for you to scroll up real quick if you forgot.......you good? If not, tough break naaagga.* I finished it and I was like, "I hope my boy Marcus the Engineer, doesn't find a way to really answer that shit." SOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
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