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Boobs,
round, pleasant, soft.
I would like to live in a loft,
with a woman.
feeling boobs and la vaheen.
from morning, into the evening.
Boobs give us milk,
soft as silk.
Boobs make us happy,
men become very sappy.
So they can see the boobs.
round, pleasant, soft.
I would like to live in a loft,
with a woman.
feeling boobs and la vaheen.
from morning, into the evening.
Boobs give us milk,
soft as silk.
Boobs make us happy,
men become very sappy.
So they can see the boobs.
I'm sorry to say that my camera fooked up alot of my footage... i apologize to anyone who was expecting a bit more out of this clip. I am currently frustrated with my video recording device, and plan to take a little break from montage-making. Until next time....
a visual representation of da lyyfe.
Taken from thegreendiamond.com
typical shit.
It was karma, it had to be; Will and I had refused to unclog the toilet for two weeks. Besides the wretched stank and the uncanny color of the toilet water, it was not in our will to fix it. Or perhaps, it was in our will to leave it unfixed.
All of this was about to catch up to me; I needed to shit and it was three AM. My choices were limited. Was I to shit in my bed? It seemed feasible. When you, “gotta go, you GOTTA go”. It just didn’t seem worth it. I knew it was be a smelly one. Diarrhea. What did I eat? The answer was nothing, absolutely nothing. My eccentricities were catching up to me; I would rather see the toilet clogged for an entire year, only because it had already been clogged for one month. I decided pooping in my bed was a bad idea.
The only other option would be to walk across the street, to the main office. “Would anybody be there to let me in?” I thought as I slipping my shoes on. I crept out of my room like a fox and followed the hallway into the dreary night. I made my way past the ceramics building, and looked into the large, gaping window. I noticed a light, a woman sat there at the desk- Contemplating her life as a security guard in neighborhood of little crime and little need for her position- she was making easy money.
She saw me hustling up to the glass door. I slipped my key into the hole, pulled it out and went in. She glanced over at me,
“What are you doing here?” she said in a stern a voice.
“I need to use the bathroom”.
She didn’t respond as I walked over to the entrance. ‘Lavatory’ was pasted on the door, I was safe. I could feel the feces itching to let it self out; it was a battle between my brain and my bowels. I pulled my pants down and sat on the glistening white toilet. I exploded. It was as if I had never taken a shit before, farts, diarrhea and the wonderful smell of it all. I tooted and totted for a few minutes, little chunks falling out of my anus. It felt amazing.
I stood up, wiped my ass crack and walked out, giving the security guard a nod of approval. I was never going to unclog that toilet.
All of this was about to catch up to me; I needed to shit and it was three AM. My choices were limited. Was I to shit in my bed? It seemed feasible. When you, “gotta go, you GOTTA go”. It just didn’t seem worth it. I knew it was be a smelly one. Diarrhea. What did I eat? The answer was nothing, absolutely nothing. My eccentricities were catching up to me; I would rather see the toilet clogged for an entire year, only because it had already been clogged for one month. I decided pooping in my bed was a bad idea.
The only other option would be to walk across the street, to the main office. “Would anybody be there to let me in?” I thought as I slipping my shoes on. I crept out of my room like a fox and followed the hallway into the dreary night. I made my way past the ceramics building, and looked into the large, gaping window. I noticed a light, a woman sat there at the desk- Contemplating her life as a security guard in neighborhood of little crime and little need for her position- she was making easy money.
She saw me hustling up to the glass door. I slipped my key into the hole, pulled it out and went in. She glanced over at me,
“What are you doing here?” she said in a stern a voice.
“I need to use the bathroom”.
She didn’t respond as I walked over to the entrance. ‘Lavatory’ was pasted on the door, I was safe. I could feel the feces itching to let it self out; it was a battle between my brain and my bowels. I pulled my pants down and sat on the glistening white toilet. I exploded. It was as if I had never taken a shit before, farts, diarrhea and the wonderful smell of it all. I tooted and totted for a few minutes, little chunks falling out of my anus. It felt amazing.
I stood up, wiped my ass crack and walked out, giving the security guard a nod of approval. I was never going to unclog that toilet.
LAC hurt his shoulder,
Can't do tricks,
like Richard Mulder.
So he's on the chillen tip,
Jerkin, fuckin, layin on his hip.
Then we got Russell B.
He's bein cool, out in da cit-ee.
Doin' tailslides,
long as hell.
Damn,
my homie,
he does them well.
Caleb's just a workin' man.
When it comes to the ladies,
He just don't give a damn.
He's the only homie that has not,
had a sexy,
with his cock.
Finally, there is Harry.
He's out chillen in Frisko cit-ee.
He's just into makin' art,
The type of shit that comes from the heart.
Out of all the homies, he's the most legit;
When fools stand next to him,
they look like such shit.
Which sucks for them,
but he don't care.
If they fuck with him,
He'll give them quite the scare.
--FOOK DA LYYFE--
Can't do tricks,
like Richard Mulder.
So he's on the chillen tip,
Jerkin, fuckin, layin on his hip.
Then we got Russell B.
He's bein cool, out in da cit-ee.
Doin' tailslides,
long as hell.
Damn,
my homie,
he does them well.
Caleb's just a workin' man.
When it comes to the ladies,
He just don't give a damn.
He's the only homie that has not,
had a sexy,
with his cock.
Finally, there is Harry.
He's out chillen in Frisko cit-ee.
He's just into makin' art,
The type of shit that comes from the heart.
Out of all the homies, he's the most legit;
When fools stand next to him,
they look like such shit.
Which sucks for them,
but he don't care.
If they fuck with him,
He'll give them quite the scare.
--FOOK DA LYYFE--
SFC TO NYC.
In the Bay,
relaxin in the sun.
Just makin sculptures and skatin,
now that sounds like fun.
Hop on the BART,
take a bus.
The public transportation deserves a big fuss.
But i'm just kinda missin NY,
but soon enough i'll be back over there,
lookin' mad fly.
Cuz they got Supreme and Autumn,
all the local shops.
Where i can buy all the sick gear,
for me and my pops.
But we got DLX and the five-ten,
so from east to west,
skatin is what's happenen.
====FOOK DA LYYFE====
In the Bay,
relaxin in the sun.
Just makin sculptures and skatin,
now that sounds like fun.
Hop on the BART,
take a bus.
The public transportation deserves a big fuss.
But i'm just kinda missin NY,
but soon enough i'll be back over there,
lookin' mad fly.
Cuz they got Supreme and Autumn,
all the local shops.
Where i can buy all the sick gear,
for me and my pops.
But we got DLX and the five-ten,
so from east to west,
skatin is what's happenen.
====FOOK DA LYYFE====
fook da lyyfe fook da lyyfe fook da lyyfe fook da lyyfe.
Spanish class is the worst;
little kids make me hurt.
All they do is shout and whine,
I want to beat them most of the time.
From the little girls that gossip and complain,
To Jason who is the kid that talks out
causing pain.
The pain is inflicted on senora.
To her,
this class is a real horror.
Underclassmen cannot act,
in a way that is acceptable in class.
-Fuck Them-
little kids make me hurt.
All they do is shout and whine,
I want to beat them most of the time.
From the little girls that gossip and complain,
To Jason who is the kid that talks out
causing pain.
The pain is inflicted on senora.
To her,
this class is a real horror.
Underclassmen cannot act,
in a way that is acceptable in class.
-Fuck Them-
poopiespoopiesboobies.
