In My City

The only concept of heaven that I believe I will ever need.

An abandoned-ass home close to the diamond. Wish I had the balls to make a pump-rental happen. 'Cause the Z-Boys changed shit, but they are still just people. We could do it too.

 These people were paddling in the bayou- blindfolded. Shelley's hypothesis: trust-building exercise.


 

The town of Houston. Love it.

Smoke-a-Loc creeping on the steed. Ever since I stopped petting her so much (she has fleas) she has taken to slicing my tires.

Came up on a belt-buckle. Welcome to flavor country, bitch.

LUDA.

Yeah, I dropped it right off the bat. Yeah, sickest time ever.

High / Mighty

Tried to! He shut me down. I'm getting that kiss eventually, dude.

You got him, Rimshot! Way to go.

"Unless a Worrell (like you) places his hand on the bark of the tree (like this), and says, 'Yea- I call thee forth, Trantor'..."

"...But what are the chances of that happening?!" 


We are supposed to grow. People have got to change. BUT...some shit is forever. This is forever, for me. R.I.P., Jimmy V.

Over/Under

Him: "So anyway, yeah. I didn't even know the guy! But he kept giving me shit. Just gawking at me, and staring me down every time I went to get a drink. It was bothering me and it was bothering my friends. So finally, I just snapped. I walked up to him and told him, 'Dude, I don't know you, but you gotta cut this shit out. If you don't cut this shit out, you and I are gonna go outside and I'm gonna jack you off. Real good. I'm not kidding, man.' "

His Friend: "Wait, what?"


Him: "I know, I know! I'm never that guy. Dude, let me finish though!

So you know what happened? He heard me. I mean, I screamed it at him. The whole bar heard me. So he turned all red- like beet red- threw his hands in the air and just walked away. Punk bitch."

His Friend: "Fucking hell. UP, dude. Gonna jack him UP! Jesus, man."

Double Barrel

Fuuuuck. They're in the house.

Booty Sweat

On that new-wave exercise tip. Let you know how it goes.