update: Still vastly better then most of you in nearly every quality my shit actually smells quite pleasant. Lets seeo4 was interesting, I ate some chocolate with a hunk of plastic in it so then I got free chocolate for bitching. I had sex, I did push-ups, Hopefully this year I manage time better and keep trading in my cars and bitches for newer models. So, I came home and had a bottle of fine cabinet sauvignon a round of Gouda some sharp cheddar some walnuts and clam chowder. I sit at my new desk and laugh that my fine dinner at home cost more then many of my employees make a day I am not THAT well off its still a spurge, I wont lie but it feels good to know I can. Where is all this going? Am I asking what will happen to my dashing elegance? I am better then you, I am more capable in nearly every circumstance I continue to network in a feverous fashion and the deals come more easily now and are far more lucrative then the past, I am truly on the road to enjoying a way of life without having to stop and worry what it costs. I am not a millionaire, yet. But I can do what I want when I want if I want I can sip fine wine on my leather couch in the buff in front of open windows in my 167 year old dwelling or I could stick my dick in a pickle jar in my leather appointed SUV. Not that I would put my dick in a pickle jar, but the imagery really made me laugh what would make a better gift then dick in a jar, ladies could take it out clean the pipes and put it away with out getting cunt slop all over. An interesting diatribe, I used to adorn my halls with all metal and glass and leather furniture, now I have from out of no where adorned my layer with fine rich woods like walnut and cherry and mahogany. Fuck a damn tree. I am six foot two to three and I weigh 185 pounds I am faster and stronger and eat more delicious meals then ever before there are times I could single lift more then now but I am a well enduring beast of burden. When I walk by, without even talking to anyone its obvious that I am cut from finer cloth then others, I walk taller if you talk to me I am well spoken my teeth are white and my stallion body jumps and ripples with movement. Even at my young emergent level I control lives of 50 people. I have fought and lied ,been bloody and destitute and I have paid the price and now I endure off the fruits of others labor. I have some quarks, I only will ware new Nike socks, and I no longer can tolerate used socks I refuse to drink malts anymore and for that matter anything at home but perhaps fine reds, I drink martinis out and about for happy hour but never more then three, accept when I drink four, but then I havent smoked and I eat a lot of vitamins. Although earnings and recognition are up, I sort of want to move to the hills and make wine and cheese all day despite connections and enticing entrées. Call me crazy but I think I would be content to suck the blood of the vine constipated and happy. Let me close with the fact that I like bitches with little pointy skinny assed high heeled shoes, they make me hot they look hot- only hot bitches can pull them off- and either they can afford fine things, or they are willing whore to those who cans, and I am comfortable with either of those options,. 11-26 And so, I am not sure when I started my bias unabashed hatred to everyone I dont want to have sex with or gain profit from with, a pity-less hate reserved for nearly everyone and I do my feeble lashing out I drive recklessly and drink to show the world I hate it, I litter with a smirk of mirth I debase everyone around to the best of my ability just because I am able - and personally think its hilarious to do so and seldom hold back, this makes me questionable company. I do hold admirations for things old and institutions reputable, but still question there bases and more or less am a wonton lone reckless wolf You get to the solution quicker with masturbation then courting and niceties.
NAME: brent
Monday, July 10th, 2006 @ 02:17 pm
I found this page that has the soundtrack to some spaghetti western which was apparently heavily sampled in (read: played in full in the background of) Gnarls Barkley's Crazy. I almost like it better as an instrumental.
PS: DO NOT listen to the covers of Crazy on that page. Especially the Nelly Craptado one, it could seriously kill you.
NAME: scott
Monday, July 10th, 2006 @ 12:58 pm
So is it Henry or Henty?
NAME: henrybill
Monday, July 10th, 2006 @ 12:27 pm
Anyone who puts three dots before and after a comment must be a homo. You must get to Texas and become a man like gw bush.
I'm new on this bitch. Been reading this site for a while. Here's a little on me.
Im from Texas, Austin. Im better than most people I meet and plan on destroying those who are. Im filthy rich. Youre empty pockets and public school outlook on life make me sick. I eat steak almost everyday. Texas is big just like my penis. I travel once a month trying to find someplace comparable to Austin but no place comes close. I buy the best things from everyones shitty countries. Im fit but not queer. You wont see me shaving my legs but I insist that any female is well shaven and totally clean before I slap her with my Texas worm.
NAME: shit
Thursday, July 6th, 2006 @ 10:51 pm
don't use this against me pals
http://www.ospenterprises.com/phone/index.htm
NAME: scott
Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 @ 04:26 am
Superman?
More like Superdick.
Fetch the ball, Spot! Fetch it all the way from China!
Gonna have a smoke, Louis? Pardon me while I blow out your lighter. That one's always great.
NAME: mc
Monday, July 3rd, 2006 @ 11:56 pm
it's a bird, it's a plane, ....NO it's DaVince returns!!!
don't waste your time!
NAME: scott
Monday, July 3rd, 2006 @ 03:05 pm
Commenting priveleges on Kotaku. A good day.
NAME: shit
Thursday, June 29th, 2006 @ 05:24 pm
Time to get a mac. Hes just so much cooler then the business man in the coat. Spread sheets and shit to explain a vacation, Fuck that! P.C.s are for looooooosers.
