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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
Look at my tall goofy ass on my WEBCAM.
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8/04/01
Wise words of Deezy, “I got that head notch that make you break yo neck..whoo hah!"
Wise words of Katie, “I'm not a psycho bitch!”
Mission of the Day #111: Pretend your Santa Clause and enter someones house by their chimney!”.
Today was a huge three on three tournament over at Lemon Park, and money was involved so I had to play. A couple of the teams we heard would be in it seemed to be pretty tough, but you never know on these courts. We took the first couple teams easily, and then had to face what you could call the UCSB team. Fullove brought down two of his big guys, and well we just couldn't match up with them. While we thought we would get demolished, we ended up giving them a run for their money. We started up six to zero, but then tables turned as we got a little winded, and soon it would be tied at fourteen all. A damn tiring match it was, but we lost. Overall in this tourney there are some big ass mofo's that really can't ball that much, but are so damn big, it just scares others away. Tommorow we will see if we can make it to the finals.
There was some big ass black dude with dreds at the tourney today...and he look exactly like Busta Ryhmes...it was damn funny, because everyone would go Whoo-HAH...yet they played that song on the stereo and everyone was laughin.
Too bad for Stevie today...we were at In and Out eating between games and well...while Stevie wasn't looking I slipped some change into his drink. It was right in front of him, and he didn't even know it, so of course he would drink it. A couple gulps later, it totally slipped my mind that I should tell him, so if he does die...well it wasn't me.
8/03/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Well lets just keep the crap ball rolling ehh!"
Wise words of Kid at Camp, “Yo momma so fat shes fat!”
Mission of the Day #110: Before going to the dentist..color your teeth black with a permanant marker...and she if the bitch can clean them now!”.
Dentists...they give your teeth some satisfaction by making them pearly whites. Yet what is there damn problem??? The freaking lady that comes in before to give them an oral cleaning always complains. Even though you could brush daily, floss, rinse...it's never good enough for them. I bet I could go brush my teeth twenty times everyday, yet the dentist cleaning lady would still say, you need to brush some more. Then the dentist comes in and says your gums are bleeding..yeah it would stop if he didn't stick those damn sharp metal things in them. Finally you have that little sucky thing...while the cleaning is in process, you got stick that damn sucky tool in there which gets stuck on your tongue, and if your unlucky like me...it sucks the little punchy ball in the back of your throat...yeah it was painful. And a god damn apple a day does not keep the doctor away, because I eat apples everyday.
For once, I get to actual enjoy another party on my street, but I'm not hosting it. The otherside of my street was banging, with one of the "Belhaven Babes" throwin the party. Not exactly a totally ragin party, but one of small proportion to have some fun and chill. As I had to drop off some pretty ladies, I came back to take some food orders. Between a couple girls and some guys, I was given like seventeen dollars, and to my excitement, I thought I was gunna make at least five bucks. Well folks, once again I get screwed over, as damn SourDough Jacks are three god damn dollars, and I anticipated them to be a buck. So in fact I got ripped off and let the girls know about it, yet they bickered smirked and eat their food. Therefore I will not run out to get food, unless I know I'm making profit. The best part of the night was showing everyone my magic tricks which absolutely fooled everyone, leaving them in awe. I actually got slapped in the face by some dumb skeezzzaaa cuz she was aggravated she couldn't figure it out. Too bad, I pushed her ass down on the sofa and told her to suck it easy!
Another exciting day of camp, shooting and running. Slap me in the face, but I don't know why I decided too shoot about five-hundred shots then afterwards, run home. That's a good three plus miles, and oh man...the legs are very rigid and tired. Just thought I'd let yah know my pain.
8/02/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Broke dem ankles son!"
Wise words of Street Commentator, “Yeah son...you need turbo!”
Mission of the Day #109: Pleasure yourself with a grapefruit!”.
I found out that people just don't comprehend or listen to anything now a days. I'll be talking with a typical friend, and well they seem to all have A.D.D. as they look of in other directions start another conversation with another friend or what not, and it seems to really aggravate me. Adults piss me off the most when this happens, yet kids can get away with it but still they tempt me to go crazy. At basketball camp, after you yell at them to do a certain task a couple hundred times, they still don't do it. Just seems that society is raising kids who are dumber and dumber.
Just wanted to say that although my wrist is getting better as of late, Mark Madsen just about broke it today with his grip of steel. I've never had such a firm hand shake in my life, yet hey he's a million dollar goofy basketball player, so I can't whine and bicker.
Introduced to a new Playstation 2 game today...NBA Street. It's gotten to the point where we constantly are playing it all night when there's no activity going on. Pretty phat game, as all the players got mad handles, can dunk like crazy and do all the crazy wicked moves, very nice!
8/01/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Two legit to quit!"
Wise words of Adam Carrola, “Smoke the bong, get no dong!”
Mission of the Day #108: Stick a banana in someone's tailpipe!”.
Lately I've been plagued with playing scratchers and the lotto, and of course I play to win, who doesn't. Yet after you pick those six lucky numbers, you realize that even though it's a one in fourty-seven million chance of winning the big pot, you could win, and boy what a win that would be. I mean, some lucky son of a bitch has those lucky numbers, and it rejoicing in pure excitement, for that person is an instant millionaire. I dream about those things, because that's my goal, to be wealthy. I know they say money ain't a thang, but you damn well know it's just about everything. So my goal is to play the Super Lotto until I win that, or strike it rich otherwise, but I will make the dough one day.
If you don't listen to Loveline at nights, I suggest you do, because the latest topics have been great. They include a lot of guys who want girls to finger them in the ass, yuck!
Just another typical day around my life, as I just keep on going without stopping. From seven hours of camp and kids running a muck, too shooting eight-hundred shots at the rec, to playing eighteen holes of golf, it's just a non stop rollercoaster. I'm starting to get my stroke back, shooting like I've never shot before, Gonzaga here I come. Golf game lacked a bit, yet I made a phat comeback and with the last putt of the day, I beat my pops and Luke...as we were all square going into the last whole.
Why must my feet smell like they do? I think my old shoes have got to go, but since some dumb kid named Lip still has my new ones...I can't really do anything about it.