if i had to have an announcer for my life, it wouldn't be joe buck, or madden or any of those pro sports assholes (definitely not madden, or corso for that matter).
it'd be duke tango, and 1 announcer extraordinaire.
Lookin' at 'im, lookin' at 'im, lemme see ya, lemme see what ya GAT!
thus far after an adventurous cannonball night, a yeaaaaaahhhhh lil' jon night. some and 1 baowlin' (yeah i can throw a strike inside out with my right hand) crazy dancin' and a little less conversation.
Andrew: I like to know every once in a while that my friends have yet to be naturally selected me: hahah me: nah dawg me: i'm fittin' tuh natrually select someone else Andrew: hahaha Andrew: pick me! pick me! Andrew: oh wait me: hahahahhahahahahahah Andrew: no don't!
i'm definitely not naturally selecting anyone anytime soon
lima, dealing. rimming, no. can i really consider pulling strings something that would just cause more grief? papa roach, hahahahah. linkin park, ha ha. rainer maria rilke!
today i realized we had instructions for how to make sweet tea on the prep table, and i was like, yeahhh, sweet fucking tea.
i, however, can get a totally sweet mixed cd including motorhead's 'the ace of spades' and rock out with it while riding my workout this morning and go crazy fast
never weep for a bitch never weep for a bitch bling bling
i just saw a raggedy ass dude on quad roller skates playing that gorillaz song with a boombox on his shoulder going around except he clearly couldn't skate at all. it was jawesome.