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Today I dunked.

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 12:53:19 GMT

I have truely become a man.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 22:20:52 GMT

^Argentinian druggie to accompany Mr. Jordan (Bulls of course you fuckin contemporary know-it-all wanker) in Smith 224B.

Damn I know how to furnish a man's dorm. Sports on wall, cars on desktop, women on bed, Metallica on iTunes. I represent the quadfecta of masculinity. The male Martha Stewart.
^^ that bit says nothing about my masculinity.
neither does the fact that I have a Xanga

On a more serious note: this Maradona represents:
Interest in football (soccer you American shits)
Individuality: In America where American football is the new pastime and football (soccer again you fuckin American prick) is seen as a weak man's game, this jersey represents the refusal to conform to society against my will.
Class: This kind of individuality is respectable. Football is also regarded as a sport of more class than American football.

Kind of alot a shirt can say about a person.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 02:19:44 GMT

Xanga Nostalgia...

...happens when you go a long time without writing all that bullshit nobody cares about. Oh, btw, people care about World Cup/La Squadra De Italia (?)/Ronaldinho/Miami Heat/etc. They don't about hoe-hunting and other people's philosophical views on life. Which reminds me.

What is it about philosophizing about life that fuckin Greek people made a national sport out of? It's simple! Life. Sucks. Unless:

-You're black, 6'6", and can shoot from halfcourt (and make it in, smart-ass).
-Or you're European/SouthAmerican and Allen Iverson can't steal the ball from your feet with his hands.
-Or you fight Canadians with a stick while you're freezing your ass off and during all that chaos you still find time to 1) not lose teeth and 2) miraculously get a puck into a tiny goal that is completely sealed by some dude wearing enough pads to flap his way to Antarctica in case the ice breaks.

hmmmm... Damn, I look back and I noticed I'm the next Plato. That was completely pointless. Ahhhhh....Xanga Nostalgia...

In other news, nice to see some random hot chicks over here *cough* sure I'll smileforjenny *cough*, evidently replying to my Entry Level Hoe position, coming in with some of the most Casual attitudes I may add. Ladies, we're like Starbucks, we're always hiring. However, although Casual is fine, we would much prefer something more appropriate for our underground business. Along the lines of no bra, no underwear, no clothes, look good, etc. That's all.

By the way, CraigsList blows. Just found out my associate used it to get his hoes and got busted by the po-po. Wait, CraigsList doesn't blow. The po-po blows (hehe rhymes). Those blue dudes (hehe rhymes) are nothing but trouble for me. When have they ever helped me out? I made eye contact with a bunch of black dudes in NYC and they were never there to save my ass. Come on NYPD, that's what I pay my taxes for! To pay you so you can break up fights before they start. That means 1 cop for every non-black dude in a black neighborhood. Give me a break, that's sooo a realistic goal, if you fat cops would just please stop starving the skinny cops out of their energy donuts: I know these are like spinach to Popeye. Except Popeye's the good guy. And a sailorman. And a cartoon. But mostly the good guy. Fuck da police.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 23:15:57 GMT

Fuck. Brasilia lost. O well. VA L'ITALIA.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 21:10:49 GMT

TOO FUCKIN GOOD THIS IS MY NEW GOD

Note: This is not a joke entry.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 14:29:56 GMT

Yo.

I've given up on the Miami Heat. But, Brazil for World Cup. RONALDINHOOOOOOO

The end.

I am high.

Sat, 27 May 2006 21:53:34 GMT

Ok, enough of those bullshit about me that I know not even my fine hoes would give a shit about. That's just wasting time writing while I could be looking at porno.

Actually, no wait, I'm too baller for people not to give a shit about my posts, so I guess I'll do society a favor and write shit. So yea, so much happened during the past weeks. Finals, bitches, finals, bitches, moving, bitches, job-hunting... and there was more... forgot... I'll get back to that later. Pretty dang hectic, to say the least, as only a true baller is able to juggle all that and 3 bitches simultaneously. For that I should join the circus; I heard jugglers make good dough, but I digress.

Speaking of dough, my hoes owe me mad presidents and I have no fuckin idea where they're at. Maybe that's why I'm so flat out broke, my hoes keep splitting on me. They blame me on being lame in the sack, but fuck, not my fault Hugh Johnson can't fit through the door. You know, that's the problem with these girls today, it's always my fault. It's my fault we're running out of oil, it's my fault Bush got elected before I was allowed to vote, it's my fault you're fat (yes, you, the one reading this, you), and it's my fault they're unable to ride SuperCock™. Pardon my language, but take some fuckin accountability. You're fat because you're fat, and you refuse to exercise, and you're fat. We're running out of oil because you filthy rich Republicans (explains Bush) insist on driving Chevy Suburbans "cuz you're from the suburbia". Now excuse me while SuperCock™ hops in his Lambo Murcielago (9 MPG) and finds some hoes that will learn to ride him.

Now that that's off my chest, I'm gonna continue on. Wait, what is that your curious mind inquire? How I got a Lambo Murcy if I'm flat out broke? A fly pimp needs a fly ride, and a really fly pimp gets his really fly ride with his hoe money. With that philosophizing done, I stole my Murcy.

Which is why I went job-hunting. Or, to put it more specifically, employee-hunting: "hoe-hunting", if you REALLY wanna be technical about it you anal son of a bitch and bastard. Pimping ain't easy if you got no hoes. And you know how expensive it is to maintain the Murcy? And shit I need gym money to get diesel and fight off competing pimps and their doormen, who are kinda annoying. The whole business is coming along pretty nicely so far, as I'm using an entirely new but timeless approach to recruit my workers: The job interview.

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H: So, tell me about yourself.
Ho: I'm a slut!
H: Excellent. What qualities will you bring to this underground organization?
Ho: Look at me

H: Fair enough. This work will involve heavy duty penetration from time to time. Have you ever heard of SuperCock™?
Ho: I thought that was a legend!
H: On the contrary, young lady *whips out Hugh Johnson*
Ho: *faints*
H: NEXT!
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Ok, you know what, forget what I said about this coming along nicely. Seems like I'm having a hard time finding qualified candidates. Maybe I should post this on Craigslist, though I'll try Xanga for a few days. No phone calls about this opportunity please.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 01:22:47 GMT

In unrelated news, I'm suddenly intrigued in joining Nu Alpha Phi.