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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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8/15/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Because I got high, because I got high, because I got highhhhhh!"
Wise words of Some random IM'er, “Any hot chicks on tonight!”
Mission of the Day #121: Not sit home!”.
A dead night indeed, but it gives me a chance to rest and prepare for a little kick back time in the city of sin, Las Vegas. Weave, Ryano, and I are going to endure the hundred and twenty degree heat, for some fun and craziness. So if you are wondering where I am, I'll probably be illegally gambling or in a strip club!!!
Since I'm really mind dead, and have nothing to write about that could interest my readers, I'm going to explore deep inside my mind, and just type out for the next two minutes what comes across my thoughts: Scotch tape, purple cup, five dollar bill, apple pie, fruit bat, beer, boobs, Carmen Electra, nail clippers, Superwoman Part 2, Asians, Guidos, AOL, Blah Penis...so there yah have it, if it came across my mind in the last couple minutes, it was just writen down, so there's how I work everybody.
What is it with magic tricks anyways??? I mean I love magic, and love performing for people because they get so amazed and want more. What those idiots don't realize is how easy magic is, and sometimes how non-complex it is, and once they ask to see the same trick fifty times, and find out how it is done, it seems as if they are not amused anymore. That's the only displeasing thing about people and magic, they ask to see the same damn trick a billion times, and in the Magic Rules, it states never to show a trick twice, for purposes of the trick being found out. Yes yes, I do find the morons who can't figure it out after it's shown like a hundred times, but it's magic. Those are the ones that should be sawed in half, and not be put back together.
8/14/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Blaze it up!"
Wise words of Luke, “Piss off!”
Mission of the Day #121: Kick Luke in the ass for good luck!”.
A salute to Luke: For the man they call a Pikey, he didn't talk like one, but always confused us with his big vocabulary and intelligent witted mind. He was always the extreme one, luging down big streets, BB-gunning versus us friends, causing trouble at every corner. It was a family thing though, as all us took part in whatever trouble we could cause. Not only a crazy man, but an athlete, always trying to match me at any sport, yet it is true that we are almost equals in every sport, except for our main sports. A scrounger indeed, always searching for a way to get things for free, or bum things off others, yet who doesn't do that. The only man I know of that ever tea-bagged a girl, but hey..it was truth or dare...and we was drunk. An off-roading crazy man, but when you live in the Knolls, you must make way, in whatever manner you can. The one who got maced for cutting his hair, in what turned out to being eight months without a haircut. As I will be one of the next one's to go, Simi Valley will change, possibly for the good, because us together changed this town, and we'll be brothers forever, but in the near future, we will be re-united to cause havok once again, and oh yeah...thanks for tthe bag of shit for my birthday!!!
Well the plan for today was too have damn much fun. Since our compadre Luke was leaving tommorow, we decided to throw him a little bash to send him off. We bumped the keg for the older folks, wink wink, and the party began early. From three till the night time, it would be on, just relaxing and having the usual fun. We started a record sheet on the wall of wins and loses of pool games. I started out by winning ten straight games, but then was defeated by Weaver who praises himself highly for winning. I just about whooped everyone's ass, but ended up 16-3. Some other records weren't as great, but it was all for fun, so everyone liked the idea. Party went smooth, as old friends showed up to say hello and send our friend off. Funny thing was...this being Luke's party, he didn't show up until like nine at night. Then outta no where, Mr. Dirty Dirty...Rafa, was calling out anyone that could take him down in a good ole' submission wrastling match. After a couple minutes we pulled CongerKing outta the crowd, and he sacked up with the challenge. A fair match all the way through, and Conger gave Rafa a little bloody nose, but of course in submission, that don't mean a god damn thang. Rafa had the only decent move with an arm bar, but as Proja broke it up, my Pops went crazy and broke the party up due to some hoodlums in the house. The friendly match was over, and we had no winner on this day. The party ended with all our old group of friends chatting and remenising about old times. Good bye Luke!!!
8/13/01
Wise words of Deezy, “The Wuki is unstoppable!"
Wise words of Ryano, “Dude I can't look!”
Mission of the Day #120: Try to perform the Fecal Japan on yourself !”.
For those of you aware with sick perverted websites...ConsumptionJunction.Com is one of those. People like us seem to find amusement in them, as we all checked out some of the twisted shit they got on there around midnight. The worst graphic ever is on Rotten.com though, and if you happen to visit there, look for "Fecal Japan" trust me, you'll thank me later. Let's just say Ryan wanted to hurl, as I did.
For the last time, the Pikey and I teamed up to compete versus my Dad and Helvig for a battle for the ages. Verdugo was the place, and dinner was on the line for the winner. Right off the start it was a no challenge type of battle as Luke and I were up a good six strokes through the first couple holes, and extended that lead too eleven strokes through the front nine. It ended up with Luke and I battling each other, but of course on this final day, I came through once again. Too bad for team Sucky Suck, as Helvig and my Pops had to belly up and pay for dinner. Welp golfing with Luke has been a pleasure cuz we just darn never lose. At least we all ended on a good note.
My pool game is still strong after not playing for a good couple years, and having a table without playing is a damn shame. So as of late we began to play lots of pool, because once I travel away too college, I know some nights will be pool savy. For just about the whole Summer, I'm just about positive I've only been defeated a hand full of times, yet in the last month, I haven't been defeated at all. Tonight was the ending to that streak, but before we get to the winner I offered a bet all night to those who would endeaver. The bet was that if you wanted to play me for money, the wager would be one dollar for any opposing player to play, yet if they beat me, they'd get five. Now that's a bet, but after a couple games, I changed the bet to three dollars if anyone beat me. Good call for that, as two games later I was defeated by the other Dustin, and he claimed my winnings of three dollars, although some was in change. It's okay, as one loss won't kill my confidence.