Dahpimpsta.Bagelz.Bigfoot.Me.Myself.I.Bigdeezy.TallBitch.Jew.Balla
Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
Look at my tall goofy ass on my WEBCAM.
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8/24/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Holy shit...it's hot and damn crowded!"
Wise words of HKK's Deezy P, “Show your titties for Dustin!”
Mission of the Day #127: Throw a bomb ass raging party as big as mine!”.
The Grand Finale Party of them all...after those four years of partying it all has come down to this day. Starting off early around seven, the usual good friends came over to start this thang off. By the time it was eight, the groups began to show up in herds. What most didn't know was that I had my digital camera on top of the fridge taking pictures every five seconds, so I could see my party years down the line. If you didn't know where it was...it was in the Del Taco cup, hooked up to my laptop in the red backpack. Yet anyways, around nine there was about seventy five plus people there, and many friends I haven't seen or talked to in months. Then even my uncle showed up to check out the broads, in which he was very pleased. I would have to say that on this night, the girl to guy ratio was bangin, and very proper, with girls out numbering guys at most times. Anyways with the backyard full, kitchen full, front full...everything was going smooth as it could. Luckily the cops were cool with us, and they came by but only to tell me that vehicles were parked illegally and would be ticketed if not moved. Other then that the cops had no complaints even though the backyard was damn near full and loud. Thank you too my neighbors for putting up with the craziness for all this time. Peak hour hit at about ten, and I'd have to safely say that there was over one hundred fifty people for sure. Damn near huge party, and it was like everyone there I knew, and just about all them have been my true friends all my life. Then the honored guests showed up, all my ballas from the HKK, House Keeping Krew, Quezzy, Deezy P, Dru Deezy Dolla, it was like a reunion, all the way out from Anaheim, and my bro David Patton was entertaining everyone with his goofy long rock n' roll hair, by falling all over the place. Truely the party of all parties as everything went smooth, maybe except for the fact that Parking Enforcement was all on my street ticketing illegally parked vehicles, which honestly is so damn funny, because who gets parking enforcement at their parties?? I guess only me, you can't hang with me throwing parties!! Worst part of the party was finding out that jerk Elizabeth Smith found out bout the hidden cam, and put a bottle in front of it, screwing it all up. Otherwise, it was the bombest party of all parties, with a good two hundred different people showing up, and just going crazy, having fun with no problems. At around two, we hit up the after party at Jenna's house, but that was the relaxer as we watched old school porn just about the whole time, so it felt good to just bout fall asleep by it. Then it was back to the Villa to clean up the pig sty, with gummy bears all over, and just messes everywhere you could not imagine. Yet it was spick and span by time five in the mourning rolled around, and we finally ended our day at six. Thank you everyone for showing up, it means the damn world too me, and I will not even forget any of the moments over these years.
8/23/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Vanilla.....ehhh good!"
Wise words of This guy, “Keep it down out here...I got neighbors you know!”
Mission of the Day #126: Don't die!”.
Just about one more week to go till my college life starts, and a basketball player has the best college life supposedly. As lots of parents have been calling my parents to talk to them about Gonzaga, and answer any questions they have, it seems as if everyone knows me up there. My dad has told me that just about every parent that has called knows me, and there daughter has also heard of me...hmmmm nice!!! I don't know how, but I guess the word is out, and I just can't wait to get up there. College is gunna be great!
The last party weekend of my Simi career for now, I think parties at my house will be missed, and I will miss mobbing around party hopping only to find that the cops got there before us. So we ended it off by how it started, going to party after party, getting kicked out by the cops or the prick kids who lived at the house that night. Tommorow night will be the armageddon of all my parties, as we will all enjoy and embrace each other in the grand finale of high school parties at the Villa, Palace, Jewfaski's or whatever we've nicknamed it by now. Truely partying has changed my life and totally made high school fun in Simi Valley, because what else is there to do??
8/22/01
Wise words of Deezy, “I have that effect on most women!"
Wise words of Alison, “You made me wet!”
Mission of the Day #125: Bring a wheelchair to Magic Mountain, so you get in front of all the lines!”.
There's no other start to a day then getting lots of needles shoved into your wrist. Well after all the drama, I ended up at the hospital to get my arthrogram on my wrist. It's a huge ole' little procedure I guess, they had four people in the room to observe, and kept telling me that I could be infected by the dye, and blah blah!! So after signing numerous consent forms, they started with the needle shoving. How someone though of this technique, I comend them for it, damn genious'. After numbing my wrist various times, they stick contrasting dye into my wrist, and snap lots of x-rays to see if the dye moves through certain canals in my wrist, letting us know if their are torn ligaments. After getting 12 needles shoved into my skin, which isn't the best feeling in the world when they barely miss and hit the bone, the results were decently good from the first oral report, yet they can't conclude anything till they get read outs. So everyone pray for me!
As I was in a decent happy mood from the good report so far, I decided to go to Magic Mountain with a few friends. Theme parks and I don't mix very well, cuz I always wanna fool around and cause trouble. Honestly though, walking into people, cutting people off, yelling into people's ears isn't really considered that much of trouble. Anyways, kinda dissapointed we went today and not Saturday, because the new rides open up, which are X and Deja Vu. The ride X looks crazy, is has a ninety degree drop, yes not joking, straight down ninety degrees. For now we had to settle with Viper, Batman and the other which wasn't bad. Anyways...I say to all tourists or theme park lovers...join me in the fight to lower prices at these theme parks, I mean three dollars for a god damn bottled coke? It is honestly ridiculous, so I say if we all don't buy anything they can't really sell it that high, catch my drift. Ride wise...I'm getting close to the point of not fitting on some of the rides...like Gold Rusher..as the guy made me stand up cross my legs so I would fit, which was uncomfortable enough for me. Yet down to the highlights of the day...Ben jokingly walking into a trashcan to scare people, yet we hit it so hard that he fell over on top of it, truely a great fall. Then on Batman the Ride, I forgot my hat was on my head, dumbass me, and it flew off the first drop which pissed me off, yet crying as I was afterwards looking for it, it was on top of a fence perched near a tree off of the main pathway, oh man it's fate that the hat belongs too me. On Superman...Ben was on the left outerside, while I was on the right outerside...and we held quarters on our palms as they are suppose to float, and his caught some wind and floated over to me, and somehow I luckily stuck my hand out and grabbed it, while we are going like eighty miles an hour. Mostly it was fun grabbing Alison and Tera's asses all day, and being crazy stupid.
8/21/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Slapit that ass!"
Wise words of Tera, “Dustin that hurt!”
Mission of the Day #124: Slap a stranger on the street on the ass!”.
Well somehow my entry for today got erased and well I totally forgot what I wrote about, so I must come up with sumptin to fill in.
Welp I guess I will talk about the ass slap...lately I been picking innocent girls and slapping their asses very hard, hard enough to hurt my own hand. Today's unfortunate victum was Tera...as I unloaded a huge slap, and well while it did hurt her, it also hurt me. The perfect ass slap consists of a direct blow to the middle of the butt cheek. You must strike at such a velocity that the girl will scream, and almost cry. Pain is the key, as you hope that she will go home and look in the mirror and see you hand print. So far three girls have been whacked and have my handprint permanetly on their ass. Pretty nice, but hey...if you have a nice ass, just watch your back, for you could be the next victum.
We seem to be playing this game called Three Strikes as of late. The object of the game is to continue naming sports stars or whatever the topic is, but in the sense of you must use the last letter of the previous name as the first letter of the next first name. Confusing ehhh...well lets say you say Michael Jordan...the next person has gotta use his last letter, "n" as the first letter of the next person, so they I'd say Nolan Ryan, in that sense. Hey it keeps us busy, better then sitting at home and reading this, ha!