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.
NAME: scott
Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 @ 01:45 am
Sometimes you have to work hard for things.
Tonight, the lady of the house put on the tv in bed and Dashboard Confessional was on. Instead of moving the tv three feet over to the side and out of the window, I walked a good thirty feet or so into another room so that I would not have to hear that steaming hunk of shit. I work hard for my sanity.
NAME: shit
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006 @ 12:57 pm
gees, what a baby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AL-wOGVntg
NAME: brent
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006 @ 11:48 am
I'd love to go to that link, but I don't have enough ram to copy that into my clipboard.
