Thursday, March 24, 2005

THINGS THAT GUYS WISH GIRLS KNEW
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

2. Learn to work the toilet seat; if it's up put it down.

3. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present once again.

4. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

5. Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live with it.

6. Sunday Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

7. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, shotgun formation and carburetors.

8. Shopping is not a sport.

9. Anything you wear is fine. Really.

10. You have enough clothes.

11. You have too many shoes.

12. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work.

13. No, we don't know what day it is, and we never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.

14. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometime.

15. Most guys own two or three pairs of shoes. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?

16. "Yes" and "No" are perfectly acceptable answers.

17. A headache that lasts for 17 days is a problem. See a doctor.

18. Your mom doesn't have to be our best friend.

19. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived.

20. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days.

21. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the
ways makes you mad and angry, we meant the other one.

22. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?

23. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.

24. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done, not both.

25. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

26. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, neither do we.

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Youko

Your partner would be Youko. He's pretty loyal, and
he can be a little violent. That would be hard
to keep hidden ne?


Who's your Demon Partner?
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Spike Spiegel

You are Spike Speigel of Cowboy Bebop. You fight
like Bruce Lee, smoke like a chimney and kick
some serious bounty-head ass on a regular
basis.


Which Crime Fighting Anime Character Are You?
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It's true
There are three kinds of people in today's world. Those who can count to three and those who can't.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Just one of my favorite songs
Intro 1-5: Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony

[Intro 1]

(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party
Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Everybody, everybody

[Intro 2]

(Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high

[Intro 3]

Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party
Rock the party, party
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody
Everybody, everybody

[Intro 4]

No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters
No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters

Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2

[Biggie]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo' click
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin it
Doesn't it seem odd to you
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's the killa, me or you?

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

[Bizzy]
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin
With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze

Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody, and heated
especially for your team
And a forty-five indeed will beam
in between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin to die, we'll see
how many flees when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breakin out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Claire
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marchin we shootin
In daily recruitin there's a tough law
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little we give em a bottle
and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it

[Krayzie]
Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
to put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off
Got a nigga car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin em clemency
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
like gimme back me money
Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader
or liquor but niggaz ain't got shit
Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol
Now who ready to get bent
Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so
I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke

Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2

[Layzie]
Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets
With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks
But I'm thinkin not
There's another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do
So my otha potnah nigga die tonight
And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue
Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone
The carphone, what's happenin
Grab artillery niggaz start packin
Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise
Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him
Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit
Y'all get mo murdered all day all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one
One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
But it red red rum

Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2



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Monday, February 21, 2005

Alright.
This is the time when I am most happy or as close to it as possible. Exams are finished I'm THIS CLOSE to putting a NEW graphics card in my PC!For those of you who actually visit my site*cough*Yotama*cough*I thought my whole motherboard was #$%%ed up but it turns out it was just the graphics card attached to it you know how that crap goes.

-Jamal
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Saturday, January 29, 2005

Post!!!
I need to get more people visiting this site. hhhhmmmmm...
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Tuesday, January 4, 2005

Fuck Wit Dre Day
Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah

Verse One: Dre

Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

Break One: Dre

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**

Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T

Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Break Two:

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

Verse Three: Dre and Snoop

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER

Outtro

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah



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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

www.airtoons.com
Funny as...well...it's just funny but some are slightly gay such as that one about inflight masturbation cause they have the picture and everything...
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Saturday, December 25, 2004

Merry Christmas
To all of you even the really drunk ones
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