I haven't actually seen this movie, but I saw the cover when I was browsing for Spiderman 3 one time. Its looks pretty sweet. I think a chick turns into a birch and then looses custody of her son. The rest of the movie is her fighting for the right not to be picnicked under, which is hard cos no standard court can fit her inside.
Anyway, you can imagine my shock when I notice that the bitch moved into the neighbourhood.
happy now, cunt?
I always tell my staff: "dont fucking go out with out your camera and a can-do attitude, you pantywaists " and what did i do? Yeah you guessed it. Caught without my cannon, and in a real bad mood, I fucked up what would have been the Scott Watch that would have finally cracked the 3 comment mark.
What was it? What's the point really. I don't want to be sad and wank on about the time I almost got a hat-trick in 3rd form against the Rangiruru 1st XI. Just make it up in your head. Make sure to imagine something funny as shit, so you comment and thank me heaps. I need validation. I have an emptiness inside. it cant be filled.
Shit im glad S.O.B managed to book some lab time. Here in the B we're just looking to get our clearance rate down and don't have no pull with the feds.
What we do have is pull on the street. That and a Freamon style bulletin board.
Here's what i think might have happened: Driven to the point of tears, due to the devastatingly catchy and accurate nickname "Ga-Fatly , Matthew Gellatly lost his shit. 10 years later he starts some bullshit cover crime wave in order to expand his own sisters exhaust.
I think i'm gonna be sick...
EDIT: at the time of writing, i thought wire references were still cool. Apparently they are not funny anymore.
Anyways, point is, some cunt did a PHAT burnout, right outside my mums house. They actually melted the road. That's pretty sweet.
This was dropped, probably during a police pursuit, by a REAL LIFE gangster.
I listened to it and gangsters only listen to 3 groups:
Bob Marley (natch)
Dr Dre. (you already knew that)
And some other band that is too underground for me to identify but they would totally get you hyped up to jack the Barksdale's stash house.
It was like 50 degrees Celsius that day and I just worked a fifty hour shift , so I was already all tired and confused and thirsty, then I walk past this fucking thing and my mind got molested.
the size and strangeness of this sandal is a little lost in the photo, but trust me, its weird and big.
this belonged to a giant.
the shoes of children, pissed people, and the homeless, I can cope with seeing on the street, because these people are careless or have better things to do than go back for their lost slippers, but man I'd expect better from a giant.
