
this kid i used to run with always got away with everything. each weekend became a contest to see just how far we could take it. after numerous attempts of one-upping each other, let's just say it culminated one cool summer night about suppertime. the theft of a deli tray, lazy-susan from the local grocer found its way thru the large picture window of the chief of police...needless to say, he won. this blog will honor that original spirit of mayhem and offense.

...lance armstrong + tour de france = yeah
...he is SUCH a show-off!!! everytime he gets another high score and achieves mastery of yet another song on Guitar Hero he ALWAYS has to rub it in by taking another picture of himself and all the cool guns he has and stuff. he said once i can get thru Sweet Child O' Mine that he'll teach me to make beef jerky and take me riverboat gambling!
...being such a rice queen and suffering from yellow fever, he keeps linking up with what aesthetically he wants void of looking deeper. all he cares about is some cool tat, big boobs or scantily clad dress. luckily he has me around to point out the finer details of his new/old ex-"girlfriend" he'd yet to sleep with and her lack of tucking in/complete pullback of the speedbag! yuck, look how shiny that thing is(???).






