good morning fuckfaces,

i'm just cold chillin' like a villian up in this motherfucking hizzouse.

i'm listening to mac's new ep II, fucking brass knuckles and shit. yeah bitch.......i told him it should have been a slingshot. slingshot's are fucking cool. i used to be fucking deadly with a slingshot. i killed anything that moved with that bad ass little bitch. i was like david against goliath and shit.

which brings us back to religion.....

let me explain the story of david and goliath....
the way it REALLY happened...

there was this little shepard dude who used to sit out with his flock all day and night and play his guitar. anyway, he got to be real good at fucking flinging rocks with his slingshot and shit. he was like fucking nolan ryan. he killed a lion and fucking ate rabbits all the time because he pegged 'em in the head with a rock. he was bad ass.

so anyway....

later on, when he's in town, this fucking gigantic badass comes around and says, "i'm a philistine and i'll fucking kick anybody's ass in this here town." and all the israelite's in the army were running away like little pussy's going, "have you seen that giant. fuck that shit."

.....and david says, "don't you worry about a thing guys, i'll go fucking kick that redneck's ass." ......

"How are you gonna do that ?" they asked.

"Well, i'm gonna go down there and pick up a few good rocks and i'm gonna fucking put one right between his eyes about 150 mph and see what that does to him" he proclaimed.....

actually, i think they were on the metric system back then.

so....

he marches down there and picks up a few good rocks and his first one is fucking strike three batter's out bitch. then he goes over there and takes the fucker's sword away from him and lops his big ass mongoloid head off........

they usually leave this part out in sunday school and shit.

anyway, he holds the head above his and starts hollering like mel gibson in braveheart. and all the israelites run down the pussy ass philistines and kill them. then the king, saul, wants to figure out who this little badass motherfucker's father is and shit because he wanted to make sure he wasn't a slave or some shit like that. that could fuck up his political career and shit.

so the moral of the story to me is.....

if you get real good at chunking rocks, you don't have to take no shit off no fucking redneck. the end.

so what else.

i don't know if ya'll know this or not,.....but i've had a copy of mac's new ep II "slingshot", i mean "brass knuckles", for a long time. i got a burned copy right out of the fucking studio and shit.

"Why is that king scott?" you may ask.

well, it's because i'm fucking cool as shit. know this.

that's one of the coolest things about mac. he noticed how cool i was long before any of you motherfuckers did. word.

"Don't you come raining down on me when i'm shining like a diamond ring"..... yeah motherfuckers.

"those who know they don't ever say much......those who don't know talk all the time." word word triple word.

i don't know if any of you know this or not, but mike mcclure is a fucking bad ass writer. and he's fixing to show you motherfuckers how much.
true dat.

it all goes back to my point in lesson 1 in scottcopeland 101.....fucking say something or put the pen down and shut the fuck up. okay then......point made.....let's move along.

what do you wanna talk about now?

i am 12-0 in my bar fighting career. of course, i won one on a disqualification because the dude knocked me out before the bell rung and i wasn't ready and shit........that was in ada, ok.

which brings us back to mcclure....

he lives in ada. it's a crazy ass cycle.

here's something for all you mcclure fans out there to do......

listen to "Floods" while you're in the shower and sing all the words as loud as you can...... i swear to god, that song takes on a new meaning. it's really fucking weird.

if record companies would fucking have some faith in it's artists these days, we wouldn't have some of this crap out there that we so obviously do.

you know what i mean......

(45 minutes later)




i remember my dad called me when i was in college the day stevie ray vaughn died. he was crying.

someone please explain that one to me... what was God thinking about on that decision?

i can't hold a steady job very well because i can't stand having no music to listen to for eight hours, or even worse having to listen to bad music for eight hours. ...

well, i'm gonna let you guys go for the day. i've gotta go figure out the meaning to some van morrison lyrics.

peace,

scott