so i get this silly link sent to me from my buddy in australia


go to http://www.zombo.com


ok i say to myself, why not


You can Do AnYthiNg at ZomBoCom, the unaTTainable is UnkNown at Zombocom, the only limit is yourself at zombocom, this is zomboCom and welcome to you who have come to zomBoCom the infinite is poSSible at zomboCoM


if you like the sound of a sooooooothing, cheesy, german dude trying to hypnotise ya, go to zomBoCom


if you wait long enuff a link appears and you can sign up for a mysterious NewZletter – hey, maybe it will be from mr.Zombo himself! i signed up, unknownst of what’s to come. so i wait, twiddling my thumbs, in the hopes of an inspiring message from ZomBo

Ok so i’m back and i’m baaaaaaaaad


you may have noticed sum technical difficulties, servers switching and what-not. baaaah.


i think i’m addicted to lip baLm, actually, i KNOw i’m addicted to this shit. Every 5 minutes i smear on some more. WHY why WhywhywhyWHY??do u think i need help? I heard there’s actually a term for it, one of those long, stupid phobia-type names for people who are addicted to lipChap. This one dude would re-apply it every hour on the hour, even setting his alarm to wake his ass outta bed to put sum more on. As of yet, i’m not that bad. I do have an addictive personality however, so i wouldn’t be surprised if i went downHill and craaaaazy as shit over LipBaLm


the other day i did the stand-up tanning thing, you know, when you gotta stand there and hold the sweaty straps, the fan blasting up yer cootch and in yer face and you get these silly goggles….anyhow, i’m wearing myself a purple pair with this totally warped-out elastik strap, so i am trying to tighten it, it flicks off and the thing falls to my feet. now, with my eyes closed, cuz i’m all paranoid, don’ t wanna risk sun spots and have my retinas burned-to-shit – i am trying half-assedly to piece this thing back together. No luck, it’s hopeless. i squinted my eyes so titely, when the 8 minutes were up, the sunLamps turn off, it took for fucking ever for my eyes to adjust to natural lighting. i stumble and fumble around for a bit, trying to get my shit together, i fuckin’ put my underwear on inside-out, and didn’t realize until 3 hours later, when i went to the can.


hmmm, what else can i tell you…


oh yeh, there seems to be a cupple guys stalking me as of late, but i won’t say much about ‘em, they drop into my blog from time-to-time. wouldn’t wanna piss ‘em off and have them follow me home and then fuck my dead body in the back of their pedophiliac vans. it’s kinda spooky, i admit. my coffees are pre-paid for sat’day mornings though, from the mysterious dude(s).


i spilled beer all over myself thurs’nite, i was making a valid statement, sumwun knocks my elbow causing the frikkin’ brew to just dump itself all over my crotch. however, the sad thing about it, i try to re-enact what happened to my friend who was in the toilet at the time and missed the whole event, whilst doing so, i spill beer all over myself again


i’m cut off….

i fell up the stairs today and i hurt my big toe.




my face looks ghastly pale in this shot. meh.


hey boys……

i recommended to this dude last nite he buy this push-fertilizer spreader rather than the hand-held spreader cuz he could drink a beer whilst pushing at the same time, whereas with the handheld, you must solely spread the fertilizer and u can’t hold a beer.


i am master of the art of customer service


little did the guy know, i assembled that push spreader the previous day, and i accidentally put the wheels on backwards, so johnny and i wedged the axle between two skids and took the better part of an hour running at it and trying to kick off this stupid wingNut. it was ridikulous. if he ever looks at the underside of the damn contraption, he’ll notice many a scratch and scrape a la Raymi. at first, the instructions i was using blew away when i left to go help a customer. so then i used the french set of instructions but then THEY blew away when i was trying to kick off the wheel i put on backwards. then i was doomed to put it together with no guide but johnny, the king of lazy stoners, standing there laughing at me.


“ok. whats hotter?”


a girl who can roll a nice joint and smoke with theboys while keepin chill as well as bein entertaining


or


a hot girl with big tits who wears a mini skirt at all times but is dumb as shit and doesnt smoke dope cause it makes her tired???


this is what RayMi thinks


the girl who is smart and can roll is better becuz she is most likely the better lay. hot girls just lay there like cold fishes cuz they think their hot/dumbness is enuff to get ‘em by. the girl who rolls joints is cuter and friskier cuz she’ll wrestle with you in her cute boy clothes and jump into a pool with you fully-clothed and then she’s all wet and hyper and ready to go. the “hot” girl is annoying and high-maintenance and a pain to be around cuz all she talks about is her clothes and what such-and-such is up to and she probilly never shaves her snatchHair. ew. the rolling-joint girl will let you show her your boner and will let you look at her pussy when she’s all baked and will sleep over with you and cuddle. the “hot”girl has to go home early to get her beauty rest and she is uncomfortable in her high heels and short skirt sitting cross-legged at the bush party and she can’t run and jump around with the rest of the boys, she has to stand there with her arms-crossed, sober as a stone and sighing. she is also a bitch and manipulates the dorkiest, loser of the bunch into driving her home.


the girl who rolls yer joints has the potential to be drop-dead-gorgeous when the time calls for it and u’ll want her more, kuz when you hang with sumwun who is a hottie and they look and dress like a hottie all the time, you are de-sensitized to it and eventually, they are not hot anymore. you are more appreciative of the rolling-joint-girl and her hotness when she gets all dressed-up and u eagerly run to hump and hug her cuz she’ll let you, the hot girl won’t let you kuz she has to be an open-card to all you boyz, cuz you must all like her and if it appears she likes one of you over the other than she is a failure and must branch-off to another group where she can hold u all in the palm of her hand. once you see the “hot” girl all dressed-down and casual like the rolling-joint girl, she looks out of place and still has her cake-face make up on and looks like a clown in sweatpants, all name-brand and squeaky clean.



whats’ up with chix wearing short shorts and plastik sandals the very first hot and sunny day? their toenails are gnarly and their heels all dry and red and still irritable from the cold weather and their legs so pale and chalky


ew.


damn dem leafs

muttermuttermutter


having the munchies after beer when there is no fude in the house is so sad


i concocted a platter of half-assed popkorn and bbq steak, cold and co-agulated frum being in the fridge for 2 days, pizza pop, more beer, half a boiled potato with pepper on it (also in the fridge for 2 days)


more beer


………..Then the leafs lose and i get this awesum idea to give myself a haircut from the back of my neck. i am a dumbFukk


arrg.