My head is new and I think I like it better. People look at me differently now. I think it's because they think I'm a gangsta', and I'm in no hurry to prove them wrong. No one fucks with a G.
I had a dream last night that I held the title of Professor Goat and my job was to go down on girl after insatiable girl until they deemed me finished. I think I was called goat because I could eat anything or something weird like that. I kind of felt like I was at a pie eating contest, and depending on how offensive you want to be, I guess I kind of was. I never pretend to understand my dreams. For all I know it meant that should the life or death situation of eating an infinite number of vaginas arise at any time, I'd be ready for 'em. I'm not saying I would be any good, I'm just saying I would approach the challenge with the same kind of naive can-do attitude commonly seen in eagle scouts and Napoleon.
I think my entry in the film competition is going to fall apart before it's even come together. I feel an erie similarity between me and Mark Borchart from American Movie, and it give me mixed emotions. On one hand, Mark fucking rules and I'd be glad to connect with him on his level. On the other hand, he's famous for being a failure. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, perhaps you should just go to the video store right now and rent that movie. I don't normally force my cinematic preferences on anyone since 9 times out of ten they suck taint, but this time is the exception. I'm sure most of you have seen it, so I think I can safely say that if you haven't, you're a mongoloid. Good luck stuffing your over-sized tongue back into your tiny head with your flipper arms in time to rent the movie before Blockbuster closes, freak! Just kidding. I'm about as much as a film snob as you are a person who actually has flippers for arms. But see the movie if only to understand my inevitable failure.
Go shorty, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday. We gonna drink bacardi cause it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck cause it's your birthday.
I had a dream last night that I held the title of Professor Goat and my job was to go down on girl after insatiable girl until they deemed me finished. I think I was called goat because I could eat anything or something weird like that. I kind of felt like I was at a pie eating contest, and depending on how offensive you want to be, I guess I kind of was. I never pretend to understand my dreams. For all I know it meant that should the life or death situation of eating an infinite number of vaginas arise at any time, I'd be ready for 'em. I'm not saying I would be any good, I'm just saying I would approach the challenge with the same kind of naive can-do attitude commonly seen in eagle scouts and Napoleon.
I think my entry in the film competition is going to fall apart before it's even come together. I feel an erie similarity between me and Mark Borchart from American Movie, and it give me mixed emotions. On one hand, Mark fucking rules and I'd be glad to connect with him on his level. On the other hand, he's famous for being a failure. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, perhaps you should just go to the video store right now and rent that movie. I don't normally force my cinematic preferences on anyone since 9 times out of ten they suck taint, but this time is the exception. I'm sure most of you have seen it, so I think I can safely say that if you haven't, you're a mongoloid. Good luck stuffing your over-sized tongue back into your tiny head with your flipper arms in time to rent the movie before Blockbuster closes, freak! Just kidding. I'm about as much as a film snob as you are a person who actually has flippers for arms. But see the movie if only to understand my inevitable failure.
Go shorty, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday. We gonna drink bacardi cause it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck cause it's your birthday.
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[Edited on Sep 13, 2003]
1. not for long we don't, mister.
2. dude, i TOLD you i don't know who alisha klass is.
you gotta see her in this show. i think i cried 4 times, just watching her. stunning, and fo' real.