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!