It’s raining. That means I cannot ride my bike. Boo e-freaking hoo you say. But I like riding my bike. It gives me something to do besides sit here and look at porn all day. Not that I do anyways. I just peddle the shit. So go buy some porn damnit. The more money I make the less I’ll be at the pc. Maybe I’ll come over to your house and bother you. I’ll bring the pizza and beer with my new found cash…
Speaking of beer. Why is it so good? Let’s find out what’s in it first of all.
* Grain Malts – Specialty grains and base malts
* Malt Extract – Available in syrup or powdered form, malt extract is the base of many beers.
* Hops – Hops are a flower which provide the floral-aromatics and bitterness in beer.
* Yeast – Yeast consume fermentable sugars in beer wort, and produce alcohol.
* Sugars – Corn sugar, candi sugar, honey, and other sugars commonly used in beer.
* Flavorings – Fruit flavorings and spices.
* Additives – Clarifiers, water salts…
Now, all these things seperate are pretty shitty. But mix them together and you have the nectar of the gods. Along with booze, beer is the thing that keeps me going. That and porn cheques every few days 
I’m so bored. My neck hurts. But it’s not from watching my new LG 30″ Widescreen HDTV. Dats right bitches. HD owns j00’s [thats right, it owns jews]. Nice dent it put in my pocket. So much so I’m feeling it in my ass. The tv has bent me over and made me its tele-bitch. Tech Toys own.
I came home yesterday and to my surprise, someone actually took my old desk. I was about to drop kick that shit from off the porch. To whomever took it, thanks. Saved me a trip to the dump. W3rd.
Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie, each with the bravado for which cowboys are famous.
A night of tall tales commences.
The first says, “I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands.”
The second chimes in, “Why that’s nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. And I’m still here today.”
The third cowboy remained silent, slowly stirring the coals with his penis.
Somehow, someway, I’m not sure why, but that joke reminds me of Pete…
Anyone wanna come over and play Madden or Tekken in HD? Having a televisior with inputs and outputs really is the cats ass. The witches titty… I think you get the idea.
I’d like to play some darts. We have a badass board here at the house. Just need people to practice on. Bought a set of darts in my innebreiated state the other night. This is becoming a trend. First the wireless PS2 controllers. And now these. At least all this shit is getting put to good use. Except for the 600watt Dolby Digital 6.1 Stereo Reciever I bought the other day. Gotta return that one. Unless anyone wants it. All you need are speakers to complete the deal. Let a Digga know. Ya hurd.
CHANGE OF SUBJECT
Why do fat bitches feel the need to dress sexy. Yes some can pull it off. BRB Beer time [@3pm mind you]. Anyways, where was I. Oh yeah. WTF is wrong with these insanely large women feeling the need to buy lingerie? Not like they can just go in and buy something off the rack. Essentially they have to buy the rack and have all that shit sewn together by a master sewman [or whatever the fuck they are called] so they can scrunch their fatass into a size 30. It reminds me of that pic that I cannot seem to find right now [cause im too lazy to type in the google toolbar] of that fat lady on top of that guy. All you can see is his body. No neck, no head. His shit was engulfed by a large poon-beast. I think I got off topic a bit. Let me put it out there plain and simple. Larger ladies, while some of you wear it very well, most of you don’t. Do us all a favor. Move to Alaska, put on a parka and get mistaken for a blubber whale. We get tired of you beaching yourselves in Florida.
Domo-Kun says I need another joke in here. So here we go.
A man enters his favorite ritzy restaurant, and while sitting at his regular table, he notices a gorgeous woman sitting at a table nearby all alone.
He calls the waiter over and asks for their most expensive bottle of Merlot to be sent over to her, knowing that if she accepts it, she is his for the night.
The waiter gets the bottle and quickly sends it over to the girl, saying it is from the gentleman at a nearby table. She looks at the the man, then at the wine and decides to send a note over to the man.
The note read: “For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and 7 inches in your pants.”
The man, after reading this note, sends another note to her. It read:
“Just so you will know, I happen to have a Ferrari Testarosa, a BMW 850iL, and a Mercedes 560SEL in my garage, plus I have over twenty-million dollars in the bank. But, not even for a woman beautiful as you, would I cut three inches off my dick. Just send the wine back.”
Maybe I should become a dope rapper. I gots da rhymes dogg. Listening to Bloodhound Gang while drinking does that too me. I’m sorry. I will always be forever cracker. I guess I’ll just stick to gootar and bass. Oh well. Oh yeah, and PORN too. Does me well. Speaking of porn, who wants some. I know I do.
I guess that’s all for now. I may throw in a few links to friends sites later. In the meantime, check out the sidebar links. If you feel like getting fucked up order some Absynthe. I’m still waiting on mine. I’ll let you know how that goes. Hopefully I’ll show you also. Peace out niggas.
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