my friends and i had an argument involving 99 luftballons on saturday night! it came on the radio; one dumbass kept insisting it was russian, but it's obviously german. he kept pushing that on us, despite the whole thing being a total nonissue. things escalated into a rabid bitchfight somehow and the hostess kicked him out ~forever.~

/pointless storytime!

a nissan sentra with a broken head gasket. it's going to be covered under powertrain warranty, but the mercedes might be free.

the only problem with the mercedes is, I'll have to buy a gold watch to hang out the window as I drive through my hood.

Russian doesn't sound anything like German, bitch was trippin'.

Just spraypaint your watch gold.

but I don't even own a watch.

time be time, mon.

Draw one on your arm.

i know, right? that's why we tripped his trippin', belligerent ass out the DOOR.

"never let me slip, cuz if I slip, then I'm slippin'/but if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'"

yum.

Kim K and Reggie Bush broke up

I don't know either of them

Looks like he got what he wanted anyways. Nail and bail. Gash and dash. ETC.

I got my new bike by the way, I didn't even get raped either!

I like her curves.

Danny, congrats on the new bike! Finally!

I went for some North African lunch action with blunderbuss today, and it were nice to catch up with him and stuff my face with lunchtime goodness.

Disappointingly unprecedented.

Finally! I know! I'm currently deciding what colour I'm going to repaint this bad boy. I guess I should give it a name, too, right? So much to consider.


Catch me if you can.

I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike

I WANT TO RIDE IT WHERE I LIKE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lBhVJzF_QE Bike choon.