it amazed me to watch him try to swallow it, but you cannot imagine the scene it was watching him shit out a bongo drum.

i'm really not sure what the best part of this photo is. the eight bike chains two cells phones and massive set of keys weighing homies pants down, or the fact that his chick is holding his pants up. either way it was the funniest and most awkward ride on the M train ever.

laziest mohawk ever. real punks keep up on their hair game. i mean, everything else about you can and should be grimey, but, what the fuck. your shit should'nt look like you've been trying to do head stands in the subway all day. get a grip.

i was gonna make " bitch, you mad ugly" stickers, but, alas i was too late.

no bullshit. this is actually real. i stumbled across this little gem in a small town just south of buffalo. what the fuck? ya got maybe 500 people living in this town, and you don't even know who owns the getaway mobile. i know what i'll do, i'll call the authorities on this one. nah. why bother. i'll just put up a bunch of posters hoping somebody gives a shit about my babycat. dude! you watched somebody steal your cat and ya put up posters? you should be hit in the head with your cat. repeatedly swung around by the tail and whacked into your headpeice. you're totally burnt.

ya know what? no. i can't even do it. no comment. wowzers.

sick! people are so clever sometimes. gee whiz. all i have to do is cut the A outta this ad and people are gonna laugh histerically every time they're waiting on the train. weak. i'm amazed there isn't a cock wedged between one of these poor dame's lips. but on serious note, the black chick's got an awesome mustache workin. that part is pretty dope. yeah, i said gee whiz. what of it? i'm bringin that shit back. i might even start sayin wowzers. deal, bitches.

.......true, but, gimme about three minutes when i'm hammered. Any more and i'll just pass out on top of you.

a tree grows in brooklyn...yup, on the F train for sure. look how tweaked out cheetah woman looks.

goldmine! i found the perfect one for me. mid forties scooter whippin' skinny jeans stuffin' mother of two. peep that left hand....no rings. shit yeah, now i just gotta hit over the head with a club and drag her back to the cave.

"dude, look at my fuckin' awesome spiky feaux-hawk. bitches love me, and my affliction t-shirt. i just wish all of my ed hardy tees werent in the laundry."

dude, seriously....i can't even front,but, there's something about middle aged woman riding razor scooters that turns me on. yeah...that and chicks in their fifties dressing like they're in their twenties. suck in that fupa baby....them skinny jeans will fit if you just pretend hard enough.

after getting off the train, me and eazy e's cousin downed a couple 8ball forties and bitch slapped a bunch of hoes......the scary mexican mullet man tagged along for a bit, but, he was super creepy. he kept asking to touch my homies jerry curls. that ain't cool. not cool at all.

pimpin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun to have the type of career that allows the ability to rock shiny suits, high heel boots, and mad feathers in your top hat. this man has got the right idea. i think i might bring back the robin hood look. fuck yeah. one super long red feather. fuck a bouquet.

awesome! i shoulda know. i'll bet you any money that Osama is probably a fuckin' Lakers fan. cheeky overseas terrorist scumbags and they're bullshit dynasty ball clubs. gimme a brake. if pol pot were able i'm sure he'd be cheering for the cowboys. douche bag....i meant Tony Romo. i dislike him far more than pol pot. to be honest i dont know much of the ol' pot man......he was simply just the first tyrant that popped into my skull.

remember these baddass feline motherfuckers? i do. fuck g.i. joe that new movie is fucking retarded we the people deserve thunders cats movie. thats for sure. i'm gonna write a letter. hollywood will hear my voice goddamnitt!!!!!!!!!!

that moustache is so epic! pizza is the best. i love creative and witty stickers.

yeah. fuck pizza that shits over-rated. stupid triangular food.

what kind of nonsense rub-n-tub joint is this? relexology sounds like the kind of thing you would find at a torture chamber. if in fact this is a "happy ending" type of place what the fuck is a musk wink rub? that just sounds horrible. what do you get beat off with a shitty smelling cologne by a little asian woman with a stigmatism? fuck that, just thinking about is giving me a serious heada che.

i never realized how far beyond beds and baths they could go. that's just a bit to far beyond anything i wanna outfit my house with

set dipping is america's new favorite past time. the fact that someone took the time to pay tribute to some of the worst lyricist of all time in concrete is fantastic in my book. stay hood dude. let everybody know how hard you are with a stick in some wet cement. fight the power.

ok, so...i much like most of you out there, am a people watcher. this world is full of fuckin mental cases. this one mental case i came across the other day was walking through manhattan with a cat on his head. perched like a fucking parrot, but, clearly a feline. i myself, as per usual was inside a pub chuggin down an IPA with a couple homies when all of the sudden cat man rounds the corner like it was an every day thing to have a cat on a leash....nonetheless on your fucking dome-peice. flipping people off left right & center when they tried to snap pics of the queerest thing seeen so far in their days. how might you have the balls to be angry with someone snappin photos of you, when your donkey-ass has a tabby assed puss and boots for a ball cap. "oh hey i really like that jaguars cap." no smurf thats no football logo, its a house cat and its quite alive. beat street to the max. so heres to you cat man.....take it deep!