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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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7/20/01
Wise words of Deezy, “We are with too many cock teases!"
Wise words of The Cock Teases, “We love Dustin!”
Mission of the Day #96: Find Raul, cut off his penis!”.
Me and the Pops went out for some golf. While he hasn't played for a while, I've been playing constantly, yet he decided to place some wagering bets. As I started playing like shiet, I picked it up, going down some thirty bucks at the start. Yet I made a great comeback winning fourty, making a total of ten bucks. I'll take it indeed, yet Dad, don't try to even think you could ever beat your son. I will not lose!
Santa Barbara...always equals mighty good fun. With nothing in Simi going down, a group of us wanted too bring in Big J's new house with a banging party. While he was packing to move back up there, on the way up he forgot something and had to go back home, making us drive less then sixty miles an hour, since we didn't know where his new pad was, and causing massive road rage against us. Eventually we got there, started partying and never stopped. I love college type atmospheres because on Friday and Saturday nights, people just walk around the streets knowing there's a party somewhere, and once people stop and party it keeps getting bigger, and cops are koo too let people party. Only negative is the midnight silence rule, in which the DJ has gotta stop spinning at midnight. Otherwise we danced our asses off, with many people just trying to freak each other. Funny thing was the girls with us, as other ugly mofo's would approach and dance, yet the girls are too nice to say get away. One particular guy, whom we will call Raul, started putting his hands down one of our girls pants, and I didn't like that one bit, as we searched the party to find this molestor bastard guy. Instead we walked back to the house, of course I got the usual, "Damn that guys tall" comments on the way back, I'm just one big amusement person thingy mah jig. Back home it just got more crazy as we still danced and got buckwild all night. Too bad for little Al, who was dancing and fell on the living room table, breaking some bottles, and smashing a Bar-BQ packet all over her pants. Shame shame shame, the house was pretty messed up afterwards, but all was crazy as we found our beds around four in the mourn. More crazy thangs that could not be written here, can be told to you personally!!!
7/19/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Kebler Elf, what a prick he is!"
Wise words of Giordano, “Planet of the Rapha's ohh ohh ahh ahh!”
Mission of the Day #95: Try to plunge the unflushable terd in stall one at the Speed Lanes!”.
You listen too Luke's message machine lately??? Yeah that's my voice...too bad for him, muhahah!
My cell phone has been crushed and the ink in the LCD has now spilt out and my phone is now unreadable. Therefore if you call me, I don't know whos calling, arghhh technology.
Tonight was another spontaneous thing to do, as we went all the way out too Pomona, an hour away to the Malibu Speed Races. It's a huge complex with three types of Go-Karts, a drag strip, arcades, and miniture golf. Twenty bucks got us all a long way...as we raced the big time go-karts which were pretty phat. Then Lip, the other fellow Jew, was no where too be found, because his damn credit card was declined. Driving all around town trying to find a damn ATM that gave out cash, we finally evicted our funds. Well the night was worth it betting on miniture golf, and me beating everyone, winning money. Then as things got a little crazy, we decided to race the slick go-karts to end the night. I still had a golf ball in my pocket, and threatened Rapha I'd throw it at him, but of course was joking. His dumbass tells the worker guy as a joke, but of course I wasn't gunna throw it, because they said I'd be thrown outta the park. We start the race after waiting for people with one leg to get inside their kart, then begin to drive. After the first lap, I get side swiped and burn out, unable to drive, by who else but Lip. So I wait until they approach me, and the Supervisor tells me to unbuckle and stand up. As I thought they were too turn my kart around, instead they tell me I'm being kicked outta the park. I was pissed wondering why, cuz I got crashed into, but that wasn't the reason. What was the reason??? Well coinkydinky, the freaking golf ball somehow fell outta my pocket and onto the track, I don't know how but it did. They asked me if I like throwing golf balls at people, and I laughed saying it was a joke and it fell out. They didn't believe me, so I said I wanted my fucking money back, and the guy said sir please leave. Then the worker comes over and tells the security guard and supervisor that we were talking bout throwing golf balls, what a god damn coincidence. Meanwhile people are getting frusterated, yet problems are solved, I get to ride a slower kart, but afterwards I was ejected from the park. Stupid friends ehhhh...godddddd damn idiots.
Kinda on the sick tip, but while we were going to the bathroom at the Speed Lanes, we found something out of the ordinary. While we tried to find an open stall to go number two, the first stall had an unusual object in it, better known as a huge terd. My friends, this was a shit not to be reckoned with. Rapha flushed, yet the shit chilled there and didn't budge, it was that god damn big. Sorry to be nasty, but god damn, whoever took that has one big a-hole, and should be shot. In the meanwhile, we told everyone it was Rapha's poop, now people take a step back when he's around.
7/18/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Yep...almost a penis!"
Wise words of Tatto-Guy Tony, “Oooops...I accidently drew a penis instead of Kanji!”
Mission of the Day #94: Make every single light on Topanga Canyon, even if it's a red...I did!”.
I thought I wouldn't be one to criticize tattoo's of being addictive, yet I happen to get another one. Since pain is only temporary, it's not really that bad to brand ink into my skin for art's sake. Since I also got the connections to get tattoo's cheaply priced, yet greatly done...I go for it. Tonight I got the Kanji symbol of Intensity on my left shoulder blade. While this pain wasn't as intense as the last tattoo, it gave me incouragement to get my other shoulder blade done soon enough. Art is beautiful yet painful, but all worth it when it's finished and set in. The hospitality at the place is great...they eat lolly pops while tatting people up. Even though afterwards I was a bit delirious, ahh well...it comes with the whole process.
It seems as if most people's plans always fall out. Us guys were planning a trip up too Vegas...why I don't really know...just an excuse to go do something. Yet our trip planner ordered a hotel in which he thought you could be eighteen to check into. While I sat at home saying you gotta be twenty-one, he said it was eighteen so I believed him, yet of course at the last moment he finds the truth out...you gotta be twenty-one. Although there are some girls we were going to chill with, whom we will refer to as the Sowoh Skeezer Crew, they were being their skeezer selfs and not helping us out with a place to stay. The last resort was the little couped up car, which was bad with just two people in it, yet with four...it could get cramped. Luke offered to bring a sleeping-bag and sleep beside the car if it came to it, but doesn't realize there are lots of molesters in Vegas, but hey maybe he likes that. Except for basketball, I don't find many things to do in Vegas while I'm there, and now I'm eighteen I can go to some clubs, but they still can't. I guess it will just be lounging in pools, playing arcade games, and resorting to whatever pandemonium they can spontaneously handle while in the blazing heat.
7/17/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Gurgle Gurgle!"
Wise words of Quincy, “Ohhh ohhh ahhh ahhh!”
Mission of the Day #93: Throw your pager at the wall, cuz the damn thing doesn't work, arghhhh!”.
I think pagers are worthless to have...depending on who is using them. Most people get them to talk to friends...? Come on..how gay..let's send pager code to each other yeah. For business people and doctors they use them on call...yet teens use them to send a little code saying hey. Haven't you ever used the phone before, I really think that getting a pager was a mistake. Cell phones aren't the same way, yet people are too much of a numb nut to use them at home, although they got their house phone sitting by. Technology is just another way of saying hey...look at me I'm fun..buy me and I will take all your money away.
Today we decided to all take off work and head to Raging Waters. I've never really been to a water park, so I didn't really know what to expect...except fun. Our goal was to cause as much trouble as possible, and even get thrown outta the park. Lines weren't that bad...and all was damn good, except for the overwhelming ammount of over-weight people and ugly yiipppppaaaaasssss. The first ride we went on, called High Thrill or something...Luke ended up going four people ahead of us..and well he started off fast and came back under us and we see him fall off his little sled...whatta dumbass! The worst part of the day for me was Drop Out, the big four story straight down drop...as I went first..some how on the way down I opened my legs, which is really bad. Let's just say I felt my testicles in my stomach all day. The funnest ride that wasn't a ride was the Amazon River, which is a constant current flowing river to relax in. We managed to get yelled at my almost all ten lifeguards on duty at the time. We would hop on other people's inner-tubes, and just do what we weren't suppose to do. All of us came out with cuts and scrapes, yet it was all worth it. The many other rides we were on, we tried to knock each other off the tubes, and made it more fun. Walking to the next ride consisted of lots of animal sounds, as Quincy and I would act like monkeys and yell loud and jump on people, scarring them shitless. Bad cheeseburgers and expensive funnel cake made the day interesting, but Luke making me nearly drown didn't. I hope to go back their soon and cause more trouble.