double g&t’s be where it’s at ya’ll.

yess’um.

katie maybe katherine maybe whatever the fuck her name is got angry at my porno site and the ten jillion porno pop-ups crashing her shite machine. that’s what you pay when you give in to the legion of raymi. you dig?

so i realised today that propositioning potential business ventures whilst three sheets to the wind might not always be the best of ideas but you know, fuuuuuggit they’re for or against you and if you’re classy enough to bust a move within three minutes having shakin’ their hand, it’s all gravy. baby.

sometimes you just need to go home and eat microwave popcorn and do 24 hr. laundry jaunts and after awhile the weed doesn’t even hit you.

i know that michael jackson has always been there for me.

what should i talk about now? how”s about the ten trillion beers and g&t’s? oh right, we’re trying to forget about that. i’m thankful i ain’t got no 9-5 office job to be at in less than 6 hours like yazzzz’all gots to. suckas.

“well no one told me about her, the way she lied.”

dear raymi

I was dating this girl from York, PA that I met at UK.� She ended up dropping out and we broke up, but I still would go to PA and visit her some.� Mainly because I was growing green, and she sold a large quantity of it for me.� She and her roommate…both of them bisexual (her roomie was a guy) sold it to be more specific.� At the time, I drove a ’64 T-bird.� It had 3 separate keys for ignition, doors and trunk.� I was toting about 5 lbs in the trunk, which would hold 4 people (another story for another day…nothing illegal).� I apparently had a tail light out.� As I passed Morgantown WV into Maryland, I got pulled over by a state trooper.� He informed me that my tail light was out.� I told him that I knew it was and that I had the bulb to change it, which I did, and showed him.� He decided I should go to the trunk and change it there on the side of the road.� I then explained to him the three keys situation, and lied and said that I didn’t have the key to the trunk, that it was in my dorm room with my other set of keys.� The guy then spent 45 minutes trying to jimmy my trunk open before giving up, and letting me go with a warning.

�

On my way back home 3 days later…I stopped for gas, and the same cop pulled in behind me.� I had fixed my light, and he demanded to know how.� I lied again, and told him I found my keys in my suitcase.� He then called in a dog and searched my car for 1 1/2 hours.� Obviously found nothing, but still gave me a near coronary.

Lee

i’m trying to find random exciting blogs/sites to link but it’s really hard and irritating and impossible (to say the least) to find things cooler than you. durr. anyhow, these losers don’t deserve your time.