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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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7/24/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Yes, please and Thank you...now take you top off!"
Wise words of Proja, “Fucking computer messed again!”
Mission of the Day #100: Go to Canada...tell me if it truely smells like Poo!”.
Some people just go to grave extremes just not to be bitten in the ass by sumptin they started. Today me and some buddies went to Del Taco to grab some grub...and then back to another person's hosue to get our truck. We were then headed back to Lukes, yet I thought it would be funny to throw hot sauce packets at Giordan's Explorer (He's selling it for $5,000 o.b.o. if your interested). So as he sped away, and we couldn't catch up due to lack of power, the red lights helped. Yet outta no where, Giordan sacks up and throws his whole large Cherry Coke at us, and whack...I get hit and it explodes all over me. Pissed off too extreme...we chase him, and Giordan being the puss he is...speeds away breaking every traffic law from Yosemite on. Running about five stop signs, passing illegally, almost hitting two vehicles, driving on the wrong side of the road, trespassing, durbing in dirt almost hitting a man, oh man it was crazy...yet we prevailed and caught him at a dead end. Too bad...he was unaware of the boonies territory...so I threw my extra large coke...and splat..all over him. Better then the damn high speed chases on television.
Everyone laugh at Luke, for he got hit in the head by a ricocheted bee-bee...from his neighbor's Red Ryder Gun. That's how we spent our afternoon, shooting cans and oranges, other then hitting each other. The days are getting longer, and fun is getting shorter.
Luke went durbing with five people in his truck, not me, and fucked his clutch up among everything else, pretty phatty.
Who else gets complemantary shakes at Dennys?? Yeah that's me, I don't know why but I did, and I thank the guy names Jason for hooking it up.
Dustin the Exterminator finally caught the big huge damn spider that has causing Luke pain and diarrhea over the years.
Happy Birthday Jennifer..now your legal..muhahahaha Nice nose Ring!!!
7/23/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Toronto smells like Poo!"
Wise words of Giordano, “You don't shake it out!”
Mission of the Day #99: Find out who ferrariman99 is, if you know...please tell me!”.
Police pursuit chases just seem to be way more common in our days age. Back in the eighteen hundreds you didn't really see car chases..why's that...well cars were around then dumbass. Anyways...it seems that there is a big televised police pursuit almost everyday. We sit and watch this crazed maniac on the end of his pitiful rope trying to flee, yet we all know like a story with a happy ending, that the guy will be apprehended. Today's chase was a little different then the others, as the cops backed off a lot at times and didn't really try to be aggresive and follow him wherever. This guy driving a brown bomber P.O.S. would drive supposedly to his own area, and actually stopped and asked people for water and a ciggarette. While helicopters surround him, he still drives up and down streets, backwards at times...yet remains an idiot in our eyes. Finally a NARC decides that the LAPD suck balls, so the NARC cuts the guy off and arrests him. What do we all learn kiddies??? Don't out run the Po-Po, yet if you are going to commit suicide by this action, take out more cars, pedestrians and whatever lies in your path of dying, it will be sweet on television, and most likely end up on ESPN or sumptin.
Yesterday visiting my Pikey friend Luke in the boonies...we were gathered watching this chase waiting for something to do. While a commercial break was appearing, our Italian Stalion friend Giordan went to take a poo. As I was walking outside to pick up something I noticed the bathroom window open. With Giordano's bum facing me, meaning he's looking away from the window...he reached for some tee-pee, and gave the famous good ole' shake a roo, to get the last bits and pieces out, oh man that was some funny shit, no pun intended! I witnessed the shake, and he is now embarrassed beyond belief.
Some one is sharing some good laughs today...yet if I found out who this dumb prick is who pulled a damn good joke on me, they will die. Today while online, this poser, who said they were someone else, and I was stupid enough to believe him, started talking to me. As I thought it was this girl, we talked and talked like old times, and she invited me to the movies, blah blah and I believed it. So coming home from golf today, rushing and speeding home to get ready, I call her house to see if she was there, and too my surprise her mom says shes with her boyfriend at a birthday party. What a good joke, but please if I find out who it was...oh man, shit is going down!
7/22/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Can't see...arghhhh where am I going!"
Wise words of Lady on the Hill, “Turn that fucking light off!”
Mission of the Day #98: Hang onto a powerline and try to reach the ground!”.
The other day I spilt the salt, and everyone was on my case saying I'd have bad luck unless I threw some over my left shoulder. Just as in the movie Dumb and Dumber, he does the same thing, but is an idiot and throws the whole damn shaker hitting Seabass, who'd soon kick his ass. Yet why would such small granules give someone so much bad luck...well it was once very valuable, and in Ancient Rome was just about a sacred particle. It was such a precious item that soldiers were given special rations that included the salt. Being such a valuable item, it was therefore bad luck to spill it. Most people don't know but in Leonardo Da Vinci's "The Last Supper" if you look closely Judas spilt the table salt, which foreshadows his immediate painful death. You have been edumacated!
Once again I have fooled society...while ending my workout at the gym, I talked to one of the workers whos pretty much a rookie there. We talked about tattoos and what not, and as I entered my vehicle, he said wait...how old are you? I said eighteen, and he said no shit...seriously how old are you? I was like yes I'm serious, and he replied saying he thought I was like twenty-four, twenty-five. Hmmm I guess my little goatee adds six years.
A hellllllllla fine MILF walked into McDonalds today, possibly one of the top five MILF's of all time!
Blonde hair and blue eyes, yum yum don't go back.
Luke's neighbor has this light of which he's talked about forever that is just damn bright. Well tonight I saw it, and oh shit...it's just about a spotlight. It's powered by a mini car battery, and well when it's flashed into one's face you go blind for a good five second count. We flashed it at someone's house on the hill, and well they kept yelling, "Stop the fucking light" so we continued and the crazy mom kept yelling saying she'd come down and kick our ass or sumptin. So you can imagine the power of this spotlight, very crazy!
7/21/01
Wise words of Deezy, “I love Chantelle!"
Wise words of Jonna, “Don't look at that picture ahhhhhh!”
Mission of the Day #97: Find the meaning of life..I heard it's in a Cracker Jack box!”.
Alrighty...so who else notices on the freeway that everyone that passes you, happens to look. It's not a random thing, because everyone seems to do it. They pass or get passed, yet have to take a look and stare. It's until you look back that people actually stare and start getting mad for you looking at them. Is it a sign of, well you passed me so fuck off, or more as they are checking out what piece of shit car is passing them. I think it is a bit rude for people to look and stare, because you just get that urge too swerve there direction and knock them off the freeway, or maybe that's just me. More as the explanation for this quick peek comes from the ability too notice maybe you see the person your passing as a friend and want to talk with him, yet nine times outta ten it isn't so it's just like a nemesis driver you want to kill.
So while I was in Santa Barbara...I found this book called "Imponderables" and it sums up my life. This book was of things that you wouldn't think of, yet someones gotta explain. Like my website, I think of corners of society which need explaining, but no one ever explains. I must retrieve that book, because it is full of meaningful knowledge that you must find out by source of me.
You find out how innocent and young girls actual are when you sit down and talk to them. As we finally got back from the long Santa Barbara trip, we ate our Taco Bell and went over to a certain girls house. While talking you can tell by their smirky sexy attitude that they are just damn young and gots lots too look forward. While we tell them they look twelve they get all attitudy...yet it's all in good fun. We just find out that more girls presume they are fat when they are skinny as hell. Girls please stop with the fat talk...argh it pisses me off. Damn one minute foos!!