what's up and shit?....

saturday morning...
read the paper.
vomited.
the usual.

i read back over some of my old blogs and i realized something.

i'm a funny motherfucker. i'm a goddamn genius. where do i come up with shit? i love you, scott. don't ever get down on yourself again. you are better than everyone. everyone else is jealous of your talent and they all suck balls.

well, this week i took off from blogging to conduct a little experiment. a scientific experiment.

i placed a recording device in the car while i was driving to record myself. i have a tendency to talk to myself a lot while i'm driving. i noticed this fact at a red light when i was in the middle of a conversation with myself and i looked over at the bitch in the next lane and she was looking at me and laughing her ass off. i flipped her off and she shut her goddamn cumdumpster. i also like to talk to other drivers as i found out after hearing my week's worth of drivetime recordings.

here is a sample of some of them:
Monday august 1

Me: Hey baby, you're a free girl now. i remember when he was your boss. i remember him touching your butt..

what the fuck are you looking at, cocksucker? yeah, you better drive off motherfucker. i'll fucking run your goddamn land rover into a fucking tree and then i'll get out and rip your heart out and shit and then i'll do some other shit too motherfucker. fucking land rover driving faggot.

Tuesday august 2

Me: well i'm eazy e i got bitches galore. you may have a lot a bitches but i got much more.

who the fuck do you think you are?
i'm the motherfucking shit of the shitty shit, fool.
oh yeah.
yeah motherfucker.
why do you cuss so much.
why are you such a pussy.
fuck you.
no fuck you.

the light's green you dumb bitch. get off your fucking cellphone and get your fist out of your snatch and pay the fuck attention. don't you know how busy i am. i gotta get to the snowcone stand.

gotta get to the snowcone stand because i'm a snowcone man.

yeah i see you copper. can't get me pig. i'm too smart for you. ha ha pig. yeah you better keep on going. i'll burn your goddamn city to the ground.

wednesday august 3

chicka licka ficka sticka ding dong.
crazy chester followed me and he caught me in the fog
he said i will lick your crack if you fuck jack, my dog.

take your clothes off granny, take your clothes off for free
and and and i'll shoot the load shoot the load right on you.


okay enough of that. i may share more with you later. i doubt it though.
i may just put the audio up on the site. that would be cool yo.

i'm gonna eat some cereal.
i'm serious.

word and shit,

scott